<?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-6644590283178515802</id><updated>2011-07-31T13:09:51.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under margy's umbrella</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-1162853807325352985</id><published>2010-03-20T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:23:23.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A HOT AFTERNOON</title><content type='html'>Some people enjoy being under the hot sun but definitely not me, who likes cold food and rainy days. How I wish I can go oversea and stay over during winter. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hot-tempered during hot days. My brain doesn't work well and thoughts get mixed up. I'm not feeling good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have reached the point of time when I'm not sure what to do next. I have to give a 'see how-la' answer to every task in front of me. Or 'i shall consider later'. This is sooo not me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-1162853807325352985?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/1162853807325352985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=1162853807325352985' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1162853807325352985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1162853807325352985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2010/03/hot-afternoon.html' title='A HOT AFTERNOON'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4369606126290703045</id><published>2010-03-19T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:22:22.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The very moment</title><content type='html'>It had been a long time since I updated my blog. Many things changed. Definitely, how would things not change in 4 months time? Well, beginning of the year is always a busy period for me as I will be having my finals in the month of May. Once a final a year is not a good thing. All that counts will come from this only paper. After three months of honeymoon month from September to December, its the time for me to work out on my studies. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the exam approaches, I never fail to fall sick. From eyes infection, to food poisoning and dengue, I have been falling sick before exam since my pre-U studies. By the grace of God, I still manage to get through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not pray for an easy life, but pray for strength to endure a difficult life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know He is always by my side to provide for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4369606126290703045?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4369606126290703045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4369606126290703045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4369606126290703045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4369606126290703045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2010/03/very-moment.html' title='The very moment'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4731174487696889982</id><published>2009-12-13T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:28:55.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel sad when I was not able to stand up for you and most importantly Him. I hope you understand the joy we have while we are serving the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4731174487696889982?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4731174487696889982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4731174487696889982' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4731174487696889982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4731174487696889982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-sad-when-i-was-not-able-to-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3744354221615577860</id><published>2009-12-10T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:53:05.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to give myself a break</title><content type='html'>It's end of the year again. When I open my notebook, I realize that I have not achieve most of my '2009 target'. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And 2010 is just around the corner!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3744354221615577860?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3744354221615577860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3744354221615577860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3744354221615577860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3744354221615577860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-to-give-myself-break.html' title='I need to give myself a break'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-6737973977686429384</id><published>2009-09-17T03:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:23:30.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not an easy task</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Like I said, when you are standing between things and don't know what is the best to pour out from you mouth. That's when shit happens! Learning how to say the right thing at the right time has never been an easy task for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-6737973977686429384?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/6737973977686429384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=6737973977686429384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6737973977686429384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6737973977686429384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-easy-task.html' title='Not an easy task'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-1854008053781432431</id><published>2009-09-15T21:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:58:24.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, I updated my blog. Hmm, or I should say renovated my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-1854008053781432431?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/1854008053781432431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=1854008053781432431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1854008053781432431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1854008053781432431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-770361169901359110</id><published>2009-06-18T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:23:23.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed week</title><content type='html'>These two weeks are one of the awesome days I had after exam. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 Not jobless anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm officially employed as a tuition teacher. Pay is good, free lunch. I have nothing much to complain, except the kids do give me headaches sometimes. But I'm glad I'm developing a good teacher student relationship with them. Suprisingly, I have more boy students than girls. That's what I like. I know more about power rangers than sailormoon, ben10 than barbie dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 Awesome CG outing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had survived through the 4 hours 1960s' movie 'The ten commandments' last sunday afternoon. It was a fun time learning and wrap up the book Exodus after learning it for a couple of months. The difference of the movie from the Bible made us remember the true story better. Plus a sort of passover lunch we had, lamb+unleavened bread(its actually chapati), love to the max!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 Less spending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you work, you actually spend less, no time to hang out with friends. My Rm10 in my wallet can stay untouchable for 6 days. Cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good day people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-770361169901359110?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/770361169901359110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=770361169901359110' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/770361169901359110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/770361169901359110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/06/blessed-week.html' title='Blessed week'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-5261677660398158422</id><published>2009-05-31T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:59:39.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday is here. I'm just too lazy to get my things done. My rubbish-like room is still in a very bad condition after exam. "Some" books are still around my room not in their actual position. Notes are still finding their way home-"the files". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I had done for the past week is-spending BIG money. Movies, shopping, lunch, yumcha. And I'm still in debt. Hello to all Margy's creditors out there, don't ask money from me so soon. And to my debtors, please pay! Well obviously my debtors won't read my blog. I'm officially broke. And jobless now. Whoever needs a person to work for them, I'll be the one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God I need a job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-5261677660398158422?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/5261677660398158422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=5261677660398158422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5261677660398158422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5261677660398158422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/05/holiday-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-8869974445132305728</id><published>2009-05-15T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:21:15.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>any place which i can chill out after exam? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;place to chill out and eat and walk and see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like Melaka? but not Melaka this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aww I can't wait for next saturday to come. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-8869974445132305728?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/8869974445132305728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=8869974445132305728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8869974445132305728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8869974445132305728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/05/any-place-which-i-can-chill-out-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-8937362922903527262</id><published>2009-05-09T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:58:10.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exam is near and I am sick again. I just realised, I always fall sick during exam. Luckily, this time it arrived earlier. As Level, eye infection due to contact lens, A2 Level food poisoning and high fever. This time, flu, cough, fever, sorethroat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope exam is NOT ard the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-8937362922903527262?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/8937362922903527262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=8937362922903527262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8937362922903527262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8937362922903527262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam-is-near-and-i-am-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-5612678314602585919</id><published>2009-05-05T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:52:30.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SgAMUN3L49I/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZPRVndv5YeU/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SgAMUN3L49I/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZPRVndv5YeU/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332275500264711122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sky is blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the weather is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why is it so hot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it makes me sneeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, i sneeze when the weather is hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-5612678314602585919?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/5612678314602585919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=5612678314602585919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5612678314602585919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5612678314602585919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/05/sky-is-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SgAMUN3L49I/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZPRVndv5YeU/s72-c/DSC00055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-1600800030913965860</id><published>2009-04-26T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:49:04.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the week</title><content type='html'>I read this from ODJ during my quiet time. For those who don't know what is ODJ, for your info, its some kind of christian materials for daily reading. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across something which put me into a moment of pondering. It was about a women who suffers from cancer staying strong and fighting for cancer. After sometime, the doctor told her that she is showing good signs of recovery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are in her position, what is the first thing that will come across to your mind. I bet, for MOST of the people, you'll think: thanks God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, what surprised me was, her response was: why me? Why not another patient getting this chance of healing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my entire 19++years life, "why me?" only appears when something bad happens to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we practice the "why me?" for good things which happens in our life, we'll appreciate what God gave us and spread our over-flowing love from God to others. When the next person who received the love will continue"why me?"-ing, it will go on and on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 and a half days more to my scary exam! Sorry to those friends who I reject your makan or yumcha or outing invitation. After exam, I promise. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, 6 days more to Lee Hom Music Man Concert! tada! Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-1600800030913965860?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/1600800030913965860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=1600800030913965860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1600800030913965860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1600800030913965860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/04/thought-of-week.html' title='Thought of the week'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-6666613651036342910</id><published>2009-04-22T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:23:45.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Award</title><content type='html'>My blog can win the "most boring blog" award. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-6666613651036342910?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/6666613651036342910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=6666613651036342910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6666613651036342910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6666613651036342910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/04/award.html' title='Award'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-8028752618757797494</id><published>2009-04-21T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:31:00.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.it.usyd.edu.au/~matty/Faith/2WTL/2WTL-image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it good to be sensitive towards things happening around you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or its better to be not so sensitive and think optimistically?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best would be to achieve a balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just thinking too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-8028752618757797494?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/8028752618757797494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=8028752618757797494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8028752618757797494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8028752618757797494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/04/sensitivity.html' title='Sensitivity'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-721468384800580300</id><published>2009-04-18T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:21:14.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A</title><content type='html'>I've been missing in action for quite somewhile. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, my 15-days-non-stop classes has come to an end. Having classes on weekends as well is really tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church friends, secondary school friends had been wondering where I had been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, I got to catch up with secondary school friends yesteday night. Lol. Shocked to see my haircut. From very long to slightly above shoulder length. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam is coming very soon. Will I make it? It is not as easy as I thought it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Need not fear, God will lead me through. &lt;/span&gt;I always believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-721468384800580300?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/721468384800580300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=721468384800580300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/721468384800580300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/721468384800580300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/04/mia.html' title='M.I.A'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4454256247584838842</id><published>2009-04-09T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:14:58.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A minute ago, we're still talking happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that minute, we stop talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What has happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4454256247584838842?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4454256247584838842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4454256247584838842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4454256247584838842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4454256247584838842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/04/minute-ago-were-still-talking-happily.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-5226365031498722333</id><published>2009-04-08T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:39:22.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm too lazy to get things started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugghh, motivation, please come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And wake the lazy bug up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-5226365031498722333?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/5226365031498722333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=5226365031498722333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5226365031498722333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5226365031498722333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-too-lazy-to-get-things-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-6883336522528530319</id><published>2009-04-01T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:25:55.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and yet don't admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-6883336522528530319?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/6883336522528530319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=6883336522528530319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6883336522528530319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6883336522528530319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-yet-dont-admit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-6909388271927914693</id><published>2009-03-31T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:50:45.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why you want to touch my thing when I had cleary stated that I don't like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch if only you pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people touching my personal laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-6909388271927914693?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/6909388271927914693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=6909388271927914693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6909388271927914693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6909388271927914693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-you-want-to-touch-my-thing-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4341376930080865009</id><published>2009-03-17T11:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:21:22.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After ups and downs for a week. I'm finally alright(based on my own feelings). The blood test report for today is not out yet. Hopefully my platelet counts will increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I grow older, I realise I'm get afraid over things easily. I don't even dare to look at my own hand when the doctor took out blood sample for me just now. Compared to the 8 years old girl who went through operation, injection, various of blood test. The person I am today need to learn from the little girl whom I was 12 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313988640988037762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/Sb8Ug6aNgoI/AAAAAAAAAes/hx8DJeIpIUU/s320/Snapshot_20090317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you God for answering my prayers. It had not been easy for me.&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/6644590283178515802-4341376930080865009?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4341376930080865009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4341376930080865009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4341376930080865009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4341376930080865009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-ups-and-downs-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/Sb8Ug6aNgoI/AAAAAAAAAes/hx8DJeIpIUU/s72-c/Snapshot_20090317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-5584231593700104996</id><published>2009-03-16T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:23:07.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ponteng-ed for a week. Something which I never do for a long long time. But if I have the chance to choose, I rather get well and go to college. Sick is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for those who send me messages and those who care for me. Appreciate them alot. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-5584231593700104996?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/5584231593700104996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=5584231593700104996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5584231593700104996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5584231593700104996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-ponteng-ed-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3672804088521959328</id><published>2009-02-05T20:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:05:45.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;CNY at Sitiawan, Perak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299292750206700994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SYrerfDfjcI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Z4YXNjJlFIA/s320/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live fire cracker performance. I have to say, once a year is enough for your ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299292752071160130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SYrermAA8UI/AAAAAAAAAdY/BqlMO0RkcXY/s320/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fireworks right infront of your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299292756191086034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SYrer1WSBdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/e3ymxsHxyIo/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although fireworks are nice. But it will never be nice if you are near to the fireworks. I do panic when I take this photo. The firework is just right above my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299292760777831154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SYresGb2MvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/v-6UDv1AIWc/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My lil cousin and my super cute nephew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299294185871673602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SYrf_DUsiQI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/48EjpTahDaY/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cousins! Only 1/3 of them. Another 2/3 is not around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299294180047061842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SYrf-toAA1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/g-6Vd7ZZbb0/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't try to fool me on first day of CNY. =D lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SYresG_PuQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wmh0o2-ry7k/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299292760926304514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SYresG_PuQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wmh0o2-ry7k/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cousin Andrew and Rachel and Me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299294181382661650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SYrf-ymbphI/AAAAAAAAAeA/N9dip7VzCqs/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ice-breakers before our annual family gathering. For your info, we have a family gathering every year to praise the lord, listen to testimony and words for my uncle pastor. If you wonder what my cousin Joshua is doing, he is trying to peel mandarin oranges. The one who manage to peel the longest skin wins! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I discovered something from this CNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can actually speak like a robot. We have this game, to say as much 'xin nian kuai le', in 15 seconds. I was the representative for my group. And yeah, I won. 30 xin nian kuai le in 15 seconds without "da kek". Too bad the video is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lastly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299294185812129394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SYrf_DGf9nI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4Pvw2S2Xu20/s320/DSC00274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequence of trying to become 'marg rempit'(as what sherman says). And there more parts which I cannot show. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think most of you know the story dy. One advice, don't panic when you ride a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3672804088521959328?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3672804088521959328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3672804088521959328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3672804088521959328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3672804088521959328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/02/cny-ii.html' title='CNY II'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SYrerfDfjcI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Z4YXNjJlFIA/s72-c/DSC00182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4994619828418264728</id><published>2009-01-31T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:57:55.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year this year is normal for me. But I went "pai nian" for the very first time with my secondary school buddies. I went cheong k during the midnight with my secondary school buddies. I went visit my teacher with my secondary school buddies. I went yum cha with my secondary school buddies. Oh yes, Chinese New Year this year is quite DIFFERENT for me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum cha session with both of you was awesome. I didn't know from senior-junior relationship, we can transform into friends who can talk about anything. Cherish those moments alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other friends as well, you guys are still....FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*will post photos taken during CNY at kampung later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4994619828418264728?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4994619828418264728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4994619828418264728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4994619828418264728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4994619828418264728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-7800177056404101568</id><published>2009-01-20T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:01:47.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to really update my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, it's pretty late already right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nvm, pictures won't fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So does the smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No description for the photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But basically, I went with my cousin and met another two cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a really great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Following pictures were taken during our one day trip to sentosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For your info in case you don't recognise me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the one wearing black tee which no specs and a pink and white bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had my hair tied up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, coloured hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just realised my cousins are all wearing black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXKInY4V4I/AAAAAAAAAcY/odDYATVhgfY/s1600-h/DSC_9531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293359186404988802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXKInY4V4I/AAAAAAAAAcY/odDYATVhgfY/s320/DSC_9531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXKIa_F4_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7Ayaxx17SBM/s1600-h/DSC_9530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293359183075599346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXKIa_F4_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7Ayaxx17SBM/s320/DSC_9530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXKIIXJ2RI/AAAAAAAAAcI/CrYSXOyPkgA/s1600-h/DSC_9523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293359178076248338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXKIIXJ2RI/AAAAAAAAAcI/CrYSXOyPkgA/s320/DSC_9523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXKHwyFMXI/AAAAAAAAAcA/nmIafp9xeoY/s1600-h/DSC_9522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293359171746738546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXKHwyFMXI/AAAAAAAAAcA/nmIafp9xeoY/s320/DSC_9522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXKHbCkZtI/AAAAAAAAAb4/T1ZL-9LZWIg/s1600-h/DSC_9507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293359165910312658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXKHbCkZtI/AAAAAAAAAb4/T1ZL-9LZWIg/s320/DSC_9507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXHuMXiSGI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ylZAVWiB2ck/s1600-h/DSC_9489(edited).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293356533451737186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXHuMXiSGI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ylZAVWiB2ck/s320/DSC_9489(edited).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXHt3vnJ-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZLsyBJDgkU0/s1600-h/DSC_9480+(edited).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293356527915575266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXHt3vnJ-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZLsyBJDgkU0/s320/DSC_9480+(edited).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXHtkRk1WI/AAAAAAAAAbg/z04SnETp25A/s1600-h/DSC_9467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293356522689320290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXHtkRk1WI/AAAAAAAAAbg/z04SnETp25A/s320/DSC_9467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXHtQ9AjYI/AAAAAAAAAbY/JOxvuAMiwsM/s1600-h/DSC_9462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293356517502782850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXHtQ9AjYI/AAAAAAAAAbY/JOxvuAMiwsM/s320/DSC_9462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXHs0sOedI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/U286PaWIDYM/s1600-h/DSC_9460(edited).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293356509916199378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXHs0sOedI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/U286PaWIDYM/s320/DSC_9460(edited).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXFlHvprvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/vWa7JIDZtIs/s1600-h/DSC_9456(edited).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293354178568630002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXFlHvprvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/vWa7JIDZtIs/s320/DSC_9456(edited).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXFk5-AyDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/QMMvOySQdP4/s1600-h/DSC_9451(edited).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293354174870767666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXFk5-AyDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/QMMvOySQdP4/s320/DSC_9451(edited).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXFkvoUnrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/iYlJ3FjZ9p0/s1600-h/DSC_9449(edited).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293354172095438514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXFkvoUnrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/iYlJ3FjZ9p0/s320/DSC_9449(edited).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXFkGxlZjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Yc8WPS3lrME/s1600-h/DSC_9447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293354161128433202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXFkGxlZjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Yc8WPS3lrME/s320/DSC_9447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXFj0yud_I/AAAAAAAAAao/n1daT6BcKZw/s1600-h/DSC_9440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293354156301383666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXFj0yud_I/AAAAAAAAAao/n1daT6BcKZw/s320/DSC_9440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-7800177056404101568?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/7800177056404101568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=7800177056404101568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7800177056404101568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7800177056404101568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/01/past-moments.html' title='Past Moments'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SXXKInY4V4I/AAAAAAAAAcY/odDYATVhgfY/s72-c/DSC_9531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-2765744452959873617</id><published>2009-01-10T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:36:19.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a very good start</title><content type='html'>2009 is not a good start for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jobless. Awww. Most of the things seem to go against me. From studies, to money and to..(ahh God knows my problems).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-2765744452959873617?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/2765744452959873617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=2765744452959873617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2765744452959873617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2765744452959873617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-very-good-start.html' title='not a very good start'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-2669029138800025471</id><published>2008-12-27T04:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:39:53.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's back home</title><content type='html'>Its 4:21AM now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still sitting on the floor with my laptop on the bed. By this hour I should sleep and recharge myself fully in order to "_____" for tomorrow. I paused awhile when I try to think of a word to put in there. Go? Run? Work? or Challenge for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Lau Jia Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up and start doing work. Holiday is over by next week. Its gonna end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new year is waiting for me. =D Santa claus went home to prepare presents for next year. For me Santa never appear in my life but Jesus does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284197902177541026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SVU9_sIoG6I/AAAAAAAAAag/upM85POKcrs/s320/67_703R_05_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dad was being suspected of having dengue at hometown this afternoon. So we decided to come back to kl for convenience sake. But doctor says its just some allergy problem. Luckily he don't have to admit to hospital. But our Genting plan is off. Dad has to rest. Poor thing, the public holiday he got is just mc. Hopefully tomorrow(i should say today) he'll be fully charge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-2669029138800025471?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/2669029138800025471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=2669029138800025471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2669029138800025471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2669029138800025471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/12/santas-back-home.html' title='Santa&apos;s back home'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SVU9_sIoG6I/AAAAAAAAAag/upM85POKcrs/s72-c/67_703R_05_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-2589134063029100888</id><published>2008-12-22T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:35:51.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday and Christmas</title><content type='html'>The christmas skit by Youth Connection is over. Good job, guys! Praise the Lord. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally having my sweet holiday now. But I'm doing nothing meaningful throughout the day besides washing my flats and sport shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that my blog is a trash bin because I always crap here.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, since there is no rules on what we must post in the blog. I'm free to do whatever I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm crazily addicted to the drama "the world they live in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But watching online is frustrating, it loads super slow. I give up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoever has the dvd please lend it to me, but I guess no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282560683286239762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9s9Ae4mhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/yZIslBZUzFc/s320/1225069205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282560686376877714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9s9L_v_pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5OAnHhXsn6Y/s320/DSC01399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The christmas tree I loved the most is still from KLCC. I have to say the one in front of Pavilion is bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-2589134063029100888?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/2589134063029100888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=2589134063029100888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2589134063029100888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2589134063029100888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-and-christmas.html' title='Holiday and Christmas'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9s9Ae4mhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/yZIslBZUzFc/s72-c/1225069205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-5443675936075867993</id><published>2008-12-20T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:55:24.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SUxdmrDR8VI/AAAAAAAAAZo/uqhmLAQx-b4/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281699381971644754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SUxdmrDR8VI/AAAAAAAAAZo/uqhmLAQx-b4/s320/DSC01402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My phone's camera is back in action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phew, luckily I don't have to spend to fix the camera again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a 'touch' by Hui Xian, the whole phone jam halfway and after i restart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It came back to normal!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first thing I do is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asked Rou Yi and Hui Xian(and of coz Wei Shin, too bad he cannot fit inside) to take a picture with me to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YIPEE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-5443675936075867993?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/5443675936075867993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=5443675936075867993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5443675936075867993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5443675936075867993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/12/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SUxdmrDR8VI/AAAAAAAAAZo/uqhmLAQx-b4/s72-c/DSC01402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-6344541943318828480</id><published>2008-12-06T01:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:30:37.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revive</title><content type='html'>Wei Shin says: ur blog memang mati dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rou Yi says: margaret, ur blog close for so long dy ah. since 23nov(the last rest day for my blog)had passed, revive it on 23dec. &lt;/div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Wei Shin I will write after I go ber-JOGOYA next week. I told rou yi, haih, waiting to officially close down my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been ups and downs for me recently. I seems not to find satisfaction in most of the things I do. I'm just dragging myself to college, work everyday. But I'm not gaining anything from it. Its the time again I feel that I'm not in the world anymore. Why do I need to go through this kind of period few times in a year. My motivation to go college is that I can meet my besties. Ah, I said before college is not fun, friends seems different from secondary school, they're not true friends. But now I found them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend just decided to change course out of a sudden. I'm quite shocked. Althought we've been together for just few months, but you are one of the friend I can talk to. Like what we said in the car that day, we are destined to be friend. Just one word to you: be confident in whatever you do! Confidence rocks the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*hehe. I should say this to myself too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is church camp, off to Kajang for 3 days. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-6344541943318828480?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/6344541943318828480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=6344541943318828480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6344541943318828480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6344541943318828480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/12/revive.html' title='Revive'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4009323554973079381</id><published>2008-11-14T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:16:35.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog close from 14 november 2008-23 november.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4009323554973079381?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4009323554973079381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4009323554973079381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4009323554973079381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4009323554973079381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-closed-from-14-november-2008-23.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-5956264598844257873</id><published>2008-11-09T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:05:37.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily life</title><content type='html'>Someone robbed someone in the bus I took that day. It's scary. Pray for safe journey in future. Life and belongings under threat. Those who are taking public transport, watch out for pickpockets or robbers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about time to reflect your own thoughts. I realised we really have to do this once in awhile to keep growing. As life is getting busier and you just don't have to reflect, you will find out you stop growing. It is like buying alot of things and put it in the store room, but you never stock check to check out what you have inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's sermon was on the topic of tougue. It was said that we can tamed all kinds of animals, but not our own tougue. Although it seems impossible to tamed our own tougue, but at least we have to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-5956264598844257873?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/5956264598844257873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=5956264598844257873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5956264598844257873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5956264598844257873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/11/daily-life.html' title='daily life'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-7752399624387653467</id><published>2008-11-06T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:33:06.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally found my life back. Tuesday is a holiday for me, no class but always a disaster for me. As I will sleep at 4am the night before, then wake up at 12pm the next day(i know i'm a pig!). Then I will blur around till 4pm and I can fall asleep again. Today luckily I found myself back. At least I did my public essay and some criminal studies. But I'm still way behind to complete all my task. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today class was 4.30-7pm. I messaged dad to fetch me after his work. But I feel sorry when he told me he was stuck in bangsar for 1 hour due to the jam. Feel guilty making him all the way to college. If not he would have reached home at 6 something. In the end we reached at 7.30pm. Why class ends at this time? I rather the class end later. I will not ask dad to fetch me again but when I think of standing in the sardine U71 and all the way back. And mid valley area will always be the best place for traffic jam! Perhaps LRT is another option? Not the best choice either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight of the day! Today when I took rapid bus to the college. The bus driver decided to cross althought its yellow light but due to the cars start coming from another, he did an superb emergency brake! Ngekkkkk, boom bing bang! Due to the high inertia, everyone almost fall and one aunty did fall from her seat to the floor. Poor thing. Luckily I'm seating at the seat against the moving direction, but the indian guy infront of me almost bump into me. He kept saying sorry sorry. Of course I reply nvm la! But the highlight is, the aunty scolded the driver like mad and kept repeating:" sudah kuning sepatutnya berhenti...bla bla bla..."from the traffic light junction to kl sentral, approx 5mins? Non-stop repeating. I wonder how it would turn out to be if the bus is full of passenger? Everyone will just bump into everyone. Luckily that time was non-peak period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-7752399624387653467?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/7752399624387653467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=7752399624387653467' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7752399624387653467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7752399624387653467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-finally-found-my-life-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-860951060188230343</id><published>2008-11-04T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:17:01.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I just realised I'm glad not seeing your annoying face today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-860951060188230343?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/860951060188230343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=860951060188230343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/860951060188230343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/860951060188230343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-i-just-realised-im-glad-not-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-7651418318711933344</id><published>2008-11-04T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:16:12.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I skipped tutorial class this morning. Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-7651418318711933344?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/7651418318711933344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=7651418318711933344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7651418318711933344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7651418318711933344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-skipped-tutorial-class-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-5790486132669123623</id><published>2008-11-04T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:15:20.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to say, mayday's new album. One of the rare album which I think all the songs are nice. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-5790486132669123623?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/5790486132669123623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=5790486132669123623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5790486132669123623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5790486132669123623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-to-say-maydays-new-album.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-1478689916933249123</id><published>2008-10-31T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:13:59.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm angry because you humiliated me. Maybe you might think that was just something so little, but different things apply on different person, it may turns out different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say I'm wrong, blameworthy. But words are something which you cannot keep them back after they are being said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-1478689916933249123?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/1478689916933249123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=1478689916933249123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1478689916933249123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1478689916933249123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-angry-because-you-humiliated-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-5166584816188173640</id><published>2008-10-30T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:34:34.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Finally I'm done with my criminal assignment which will due in 7 hours and 40 minutes later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to myself^^Wuhoo! for doing the last minute work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-criminal assignment-contract essay=10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-5166584816188173640?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/5166584816188173640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=5166584816188173640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5166584816188173640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5166584816188173640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_30.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-6822208603355403155</id><published>2008-10-24T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T02:20:57.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Laziness is Back in Action</title><content type='html'>Cool. My laziness is BIA. It was MIA last week. Thanks for the prayers from my cell group member. But this week, God must be sad to see me in this kind of attitude although holiday is on. Let me count, I have criminal notes which I have not done for 4 topics. 3 topics for contract.(sometimes I think its useless copying my a levels contract notes which are roughly the same, but I just don't like looking at them again due to some reasons, so have to put effort to get rid of those old notes). 1 contract essay. 1 criminal assignment, at least 5 pages of hand written work. Redo intro for ELS question. Oh cool, 2 public law essay which I have not much idea how to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do some maths calculation=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4+3+1+1+1+2=12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some scoldings from those who will scold me when I need scoldings. Except from my mum. (= You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My planning for lone vacation, argghh, I totally forgot the plan till someone reminds me today. What bad memory I have nowadays. I used to have good one in remembering stuff as small as sesame. Exclude my studies. Maybe I need some gingko?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-6822208603355403155?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/6822208603355403155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=6822208603355403155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6822208603355403155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6822208603355403155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-laziness-is-back-in-action.html' title='My Laziness is Back in Action'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-7747051444329922646</id><published>2008-10-24T01:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T02:01:30.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This makes me think of that again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although I keep them properly in a bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sometimes I still open the cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there is one day I don't remember there is a bottle anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260410676077095234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SQC7o5g_aUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/L_0ztruhu1I/s320/8058_556__bottle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-7747051444329922646?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/7747051444329922646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=7747051444329922646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7747051444329922646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7747051444329922646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-makes-me-think-of-that-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SQC7o5g_aUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/L_0ztruhu1I/s72-c/8058_556__bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4609973433886365115</id><published>2008-10-23T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:46:09.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SQCOFBdC0oI/AAAAAAAAAVM/h4-YifD6pdw/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260360581709484674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SQCOFBdC0oI/AAAAAAAAAVM/h4-YifD6pdw/s320/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4609973433886365115?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4609973433886365115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4609973433886365115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4609973433886365115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4609973433886365115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/10/cat.html' title='Cat'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SQCOFBdC0oI/AAAAAAAAAVM/h4-YifD6pdw/s72-c/DSC00767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4440856153106353224</id><published>2008-10-19T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:02:57.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>说好的幸福呢</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big fan of Jay, but I do like some of his nice songs. From the new album, here is one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;说好的幸福呢&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的回话凌乱着　在这个时刻&lt;br /&gt;我想起喷泉旁的白鸽　甜蜜散落了&lt;br /&gt;情绪莫名的拉扯　我还爱你呢&lt;br /&gt;而断断续续唱着歌　假装没事了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间过了　走了　爱情面临选择&lt;br /&gt;你冷了　倦了　我哭了&lt;br /&gt;一开始的不快乐　你用卡片手写着&lt;br /&gt;有些爱只给到这真的懂了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么了　你累了　说好的　幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;我懂得　不说了　爱淡了　梦远了&lt;br /&gt;开心与不开心　一一细数着　你再不舍&lt;br /&gt;那些爱过的感觉都太深刻　我都还记得&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不等了　说好的　幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;我错了　泪干了　放手了　后悔了&lt;br /&gt;只是回忆的八音盒还旋转着　要怎么停呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;但看歌名我就喜欢了，更喜欢它的旋律。三个字，三个字的副歌部分，我喜欢。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;歌词的最后没有绝对的答案。如果要我回答，我会说：用时光的冲洗暂停。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4440856153106353224?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4440856153106353224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4440856153106353224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4440856153106353224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4440856153106353224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='说好的幸福呢'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4764774572883505156</id><published>2008-10-12T16:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:37:16.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitful day</title><content type='html'>Today was a fruitful day at church. And extraordinary peaceful day compared to those I had recently. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last friday, two days ago was a disaster. I'm feeling blurr and tired for the whole day. Yes, I skipped public law class after break due to "I don't know how to put it in words". Perhaps lazy?tired? lost of concentration? Partly was because of stomachache. But I have to admit most of it is due to laziness. I just can't get rid of that negative mentality. I've changed, not the hardworking Margaret during secondary school days. Or maybe I should put it in this way, Margaret had shown the real her. Previously was just mere acting of being hardworking. Haha. But there are still times I really work on my stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was "Sleepy Saturday". I spent my whole day sleeping without doing anything fruitful. My plan to study did not work out. I couldn't sleep until 3am as I was busy memorizing verses for the memory verse challenge today. But things never went in and I don't know what I've been doing till 3am. And things just seem miserable to me till I fall asleep with my lovely pillow on the floor. Recently I just love to sleep on the floor without mattress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, back to the topic. I never feel sleepy throughout the whole sermon, unlike sometimes I do. I got the whole concept of what pastor is trying to say: to pray in faith! Youth connection was good. Everything seems good today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will end with one of the verse of our memory verse challenge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremiah 29:11-12 &lt;em&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD," plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and I will listen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256194704740429490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SPHBPEZXrrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/e-uucBrSB-w/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4764774572883505156?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4764774572883505156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4764774572883505156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4764774572883505156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4764774572883505156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/10/fruitful-day.html' title='Fruitful day'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SPHBPEZXrrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/e-uucBrSB-w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-2085811936415648129</id><published>2008-10-10T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:43:35.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I too tired?</title><content type='html'>One very important thing to share. Today after shopping with rou yi at sunway pyramid, I waited for a bus to get to Sue's place for prayer hour tonight. While waiting at the bus stop, lotsa mini bus passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something which scares me out is, I saw one "i shall say monster" by the window at the last row of one mini bus. People usually sit facing the front, and this monster sat facing the window which means facing the side. Okay I can't see its body, the head just appears at the window, I assume it it sit on the floor instead of the seat. And I tried to tell myself that it is a mask or some puppet thingy which people just put it by the window to scare others. I tried to look to other direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just can't stop turning back and look at the thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, when the bus moved. The monster head actually turned and look at our direction! If it is a mask or some puppet, how it would have turned? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously I have no idea what is that. And the few malay girls near where I stood are showing shocking faces and discuss among themselves, but I can't 100% confirm that they're talking about that monster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to give a picture, I've found a fairly not that scary picture. But imagine something like this drawing in real.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255195472293959458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SO40cFdSlyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YgLDZTqgsJA/s320/166BA308-B9CA-105C-0357121AA2F84A81_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or am I too tired to have this kind of imagination? or...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-2085811936415648129?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/2085811936415648129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=2085811936415648129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2085811936415648129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2085811936415648129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-too-tired.html' title='Am I too tired?'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SO40cFdSlyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YgLDZTqgsJA/s72-c/166BA308-B9CA-105C-0357121AA2F84A81_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-200267603408894810</id><published>2008-10-10T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:23:11.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A coffee during the break is needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SO4vzZn2rmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/dB5Vi2PGwM4/s1600-h/186-019~Coffee-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255190375285829218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SO4vzZn2rmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/dB5Vi2PGwM4/s320/186-019~Coffee-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yea, I just realised I have loads of stuff which are not done yet. I will be overworking in the next few days in order to finish things up. This is the consequence of not using my raya holidays wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes, assignments, readings on topics which the lecturer have taught. More and more coming up. I'm a bit behind the track. I'm not commited to the aim I had set for myself during the time when I started my course. And I know, deep down in my heart, if I don't start now, next year I will screw things up. Language is a big problem. After doing a check and balance on myself, I've found that my language hasn't improve after my a-level. You might say come on, don't worry over stuff you don't need to worry. But indeed, I feel inferior when I compare myself with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As life is getting busier, my memory is deteriorating. Aih, this is not a good thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to share.&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I read an article saying that blogging is a way that leads to healthy lifestyle. Through blogging, we can actually rant and just drop down things which we might not know how to tell others or things which we don't know who to tell. Instead of keeping them to ourselves and collect them in our mind, its good to express them out. In my opinion, althought saying them out might not lead to a solution appearing right infront of you, but somehow we're just able to solve them as time goes by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-200267603408894810?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/200267603408894810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=200267603408894810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/200267603408894810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/200267603408894810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/10/coffee-during-break-is-needed.html' title='A coffee during the break is needed'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SO4vzZn2rmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/dB5Vi2PGwM4/s72-c/186-019~Coffee-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4329790056945069469</id><published>2008-10-07T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:27:34.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talking about Lee Hom's new song. This is what my friend says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Shin. Doink says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yahor&lt;br /&gt;itu orang goes rocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Margy says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;how u think bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wei Shin. Doink says:&lt;br /&gt;wait wait&lt;br /&gt;buffering&lt;br /&gt;really whats wrong wif him&lt;br /&gt;@@&lt;br /&gt;this song..is like..&lt;br /&gt;七朵花...the china bloody brainless band&lt;br /&gt;the bloody main singer hair always siao 1&lt;br /&gt;@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Margy says:&lt;br /&gt;not qi duo hua la&lt;br /&gt;花儿乐队&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wei Shin. Doink says:&lt;br /&gt;yayaya&lt;br /&gt;@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Margy says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254433350879470978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SOt_Sx8i5YI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OgvpTQVV_Ww/s320/609243823l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is 七朵花&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254433352550167874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SOt_S4K3tUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Wk5PAB2xRBo/s320/xinsrc_2720903050958421713111.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is 花儿乐队&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4329790056945069469?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4329790056945069469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4329790056945069469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4329790056945069469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4329790056945069469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/10/talking-about-lee-homs-new-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SOt_Sx8i5YI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OgvpTQVV_Ww/s72-c/609243823l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4585886748627590052</id><published>2008-09-29T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:36:17.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ho li day</title><content type='html'>It's holiday again. But I'm not into the mood yet.&lt;br /&gt;Watched other boleyn girl. Good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to jun hoh, charles and friends,&lt;br /&gt;You all are super GREAT to call me at 2.15am and ask me to go cheong k in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Telefon saya awal la. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4585886748627590052?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4585886748627590052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4585886748627590052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4585886748627590052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4585886748627590052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/09/ho-li-day.html' title='ho li day'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3013856457282835498</id><published>2008-09-27T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:38:27.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regret after taking a specific action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3013856457282835498?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3013856457282835498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3013856457282835498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3013856457282835498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3013856457282835498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/09/regret-after-taking-specific-action.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-1102584255505225823</id><published>2008-09-26T00:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:06:05.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm free</title><content type='html'>At last, I'm off from all my job. I didn't intend to really stop all my job. But my free slots are just not that suitable for my job now. So in the end, I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day I work for both of my job. Farewell to all the kids. They ask me to visit them when I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250005569939249122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SNvEQAkNF-I/AAAAAAAAATs/kKnSVqHgDME/s320/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working for all the while even when I study(except for exams), I started thinking what should I do when I'm free. &lt;/p&gt;Thought of a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Library-I haven sit down for revision since I started college. Never even try to look at those case book after our lecturer said: please take a look. Or I should say I haven step in to the library except for some photostating task?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Lepak-It's time to hang out. But, $$$ again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTPTN application settle, scholarship application settle.&lt;br /&gt;I have less things to bother but...in the waiting list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-change to postpaid. Thank you maxis for providing such brilliant plan.&lt;br /&gt;-my driving license. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-1102584255505225823?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/1102584255505225823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=1102584255505225823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1102584255505225823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1102584255505225823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-free.html' title='I&apos;m free'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SNvEQAkNF-I/AAAAAAAAATs/kKnSVqHgDME/s72-c/DSC00444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3595647401628645417</id><published>2008-09-23T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:51:43.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOSER</title><content type='html'>I'm such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not having the courage to say things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, hate myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me back my own very personal room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, being scolded for something which is not my fault at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I can't win in the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate myself for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3595647401628645417?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3595647401628645417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3595647401628645417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3595647401628645417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3595647401628645417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/09/loser.html' title='LOSER'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-5121898591525274911</id><published>2008-09-16T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:39:43.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>Or known as Mid Autumn Festival? Nevermind, that doesn't matter. What I'll do every year besides eating "a tiny piece" of mooncake is playing candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was young, this is one of the best time I spent with my fellow neighbour kids fooling around cooking grasses with candles which we referred as "masak". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after I moved to Sarawak for 5 years, I stopped this practice every year because I have no young neighbours at Kuching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to KL after 5 years, I played for a year but I ended up fighting with my neighbour so we stopped playing after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally say bye-bye to candles playing when I got to form 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till last year, I came across a friend's messenger pm: who want to play candles with me? My initial plan was just to kacau him by saying, me! But, we really ended up lighting up candles on the day. That day was really a fun time playing and chatting. Oh yea, we came to a agreement to meet up the following year if both of us are free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day for this year arrived. The day before the actual mooncake festival, while I was walking with my mum, this event came across my mind. But not sure whether he still remembers or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home, this dear friend messaged me through msn: mooncake festival lai liau lo. Haha. And yes, we ended up lighting candles at the same place and chit chat till midnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we met again after a year, how should I put in words? hmm perhaps our friendship never gets cold? haha. Although we were not super super close friend last time but we can still chat in a way as if we were super close last time. What about the mooncake festival next year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one knows but I do hope we can meet every year during this special day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for brighten my mooncake festival up with candles, my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247015084453664962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SNEka1_6GMI/AAAAAAAAASU/jGB5RLV8Xnk/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-5121898591525274911?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/5121898591525274911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=5121898591525274911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5121898591525274911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5121898591525274911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/09/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SNEka1_6GMI/AAAAAAAAASU/jGB5RLV8Xnk/s72-c/DSC00315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-6183265822362021642</id><published>2008-09-14T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:19:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>One day, Ah Beng lost his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his friend cat bone started a conversation with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Beng:&lt;/strong&gt; but now i using friend's old old samsung phone, very mafan to type msg T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat bone:&lt;/strong&gt; yea la, sony still rox! and apple too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*note that Ah Beng and Cat bone were using sony ericsson's phone before they lost them. And they are interested in Apple's Iphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Beng:&lt;/strong&gt; apple!! T_T!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat bone:&lt;/strong&gt; so what's yr nex plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Beng:&lt;/strong&gt; go fruit stall find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat bone:&lt;/strong&gt; cool one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Beng:&lt;/strong&gt; not apple 3G, its apple 3kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat bone:&lt;/strong&gt; can i put this as the joke of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Ah Beng is one of the hero who can tell you the lame-est joke in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-6183265822362021642?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/6183265822362021642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=6183265822362021642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6183265822362021642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6183265822362021642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/09/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-8144991103794297539</id><published>2008-09-13T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:52:30.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word</title><content type='html'>One word that describes my feeling after reading the newspaper today. Disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to comment much but I hope the government act wisely and use the power they have as wise as possible. I should say as wise as possible because I lost confident with what they will do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-8144991103794297539?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/8144991103794297539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=8144991103794297539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8144991103794297539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8144991103794297539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-word.html' title='One Word'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4813036050973281704</id><published>2008-08-22T01:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T01:20:11.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing seems not smooth?</title><content type='html'>Nah, I just feel not smooth.&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't come out with an answer what is not smooth.&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you for those who care for me and ask me what happen.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr, I'm just tired. Too sensitive over some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Aiks. I need SIMPLICITY. To think in a simple way.&lt;br /&gt;Continuing bothering myself with overload thinkings aren't good.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK TOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously some people we're asking me what my parents will buy for me for my results. Well, what I could say is just: my parents provide me what I need in my life. They don't buy things for special reasons. And cases like if you do well in your exam I will grant you this this this do not exist in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do appreciate what they give me. And haha. I'm glad today. My dad exchange $180 singapore dollar with Rm300 with me. Pertukaran yang paling untung di dunia. Its a super deal. For me good gifts are not a big car or a laptop. I treasure small thing like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last time I have to wake up early at 7 for job and its weekend again. Haha. Off to Melaka~~! I will take extra care of my phone this time. Not to become big head prawn once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@nnnn-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky will be bright tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Submit them to God, He will lead the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4813036050973281704?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4813036050973281704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4813036050973281704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4813036050973281704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4813036050973281704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/08/thing-seems-not-smooth.html' title='Thing seems not smooth?'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3827695023310851423</id><published>2008-08-19T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:06:25.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a tiring day</title><content type='html'>Today is seriously tiring to the extent I have headache throughout the whole afternoon. All due to late sleep at 2.30 yesterday. As I have been consistently not sleeping early enough. And today is the day, all accumulated, I'm down in the afternoon. What to do? I still have to get on with my job. Luckily towards the end of the morning job, the small kids went to sleep and the big kids played monopoly, I can still survive by closing my eyes for awhile. 1.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for another job. Glad that the kids were not there yet when I reached. Okay, time to charge myself again. Throw myself on the sofa and start taking my nap. This is what we call tidur-tidur ayam. Of course la, have to stay alert. By 2.10pm, I heard a car honk. The first student is here. First thing the dad says when he saw me is: her maths is bad, chinese maths bad, from A to C. What I can tell him is just: Maybe she doesn't understand some of the chinese words.(yea this is something a english ed kid faces when they go chinese school). Did she bring her exam papers? I will take a look and see what she is weak at.*frankly speaking I tried to be polite. My head was aching and its not the time for you to show me faces. I was expecting him to say: okay, take a look on her. But what I had is: *continuous* her chinese maths is bad. her maths is bad. I replied: Okay, I will take a look and see what is her problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise! He handed her tuition bag to me! Hello?!!! I'm not paid to become your daughter's maid okay. And she's standard one, don't you think its the time to let her do things on her own. And her bag is not that heavy. Oh yea, she even waited for me to take her pencil box out for her when I assigned her some worksheet to do. Sorry, if I was bad enough I would have say why don't you ask your kakak along? Of course, I made her take her pencil box herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, maths 72. I wonder what's the range for grade B and C? Chinese 51/60, chinese science 93. So yea, no praising for this? Good results is all because of the kid's intellingence? And bad results are because of my fault for not guiding her well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can say is, too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3827695023310851423?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3827695023310851423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3827695023310851423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3827695023310851423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3827695023310851423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-tiring-day.html' title='What a tiring day'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-1131161045728342605</id><published>2008-08-17T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:34:06.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward</title><content type='html'>One of the thing I will stop and think before I blog is the title of the blog. Looking forward as I'm looking forward to a couple of things to happen in the next one month. I just can't wait to start college. Reading books myself is different from sitting in the class listening from someone. That seems more interesting as you will learn extra things than those words which appear in front of you. And of coz, friends! I miss interacting with friends. I miss ranting to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really miss those days alot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A level is officially over. I've more than enough time to set my new target and start the new journey of my life. And I wanna say: I'm a degree study soon at last! (this is specially targeted to pearly) This girl keep repeating to me when she finished her express A level last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read one of my college mate's blog which digs my old memories out. Started being a Brickfields Asia College student for...let me count 17Aug-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;19march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;=approx 1yr and 5 months. My first class was law class at level 3D at first, but due to not enough space, moved to level 4A. I was super quiet during the first day. But luckily my ex secondary schoolmate Pearly is there to assist me this and that. Beside me during first class was Elizabeth. Basically I can barely get anything inside my brain during the first class although I have the passion to study. The logic is how can something you don't understand at all goes into your brain. None law basic stuffs i have ever learn, the first law lecture-judicial precedent. I was still thinking is precedent something related to president? All I can do is just use up the time to memorize latin words like obiter dicta and ratio decidendi in order to look in the dictionary when I get home. Should have brought a dictionary that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at home I was hardworking enough to do revision that time. Margaret can be very very hardworking and motivated during first week of new semester, no its kindy or primary. But as time flies...I'm getting lazier throughout my a levels. To compare, here is the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Subject---- -As Level- ----------A2 Level &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law ----------ard 9 ---------1 for tort&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(the only one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business ---uncountable ----none &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;except those groupwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economic --uncountable-- uncountable&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(we have classes which we practice writing essays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I want to be lazy, I can be very lazy. But to be realistic, I'm lazy because I'm lazy not because of I want. How to get rid of this habit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel guilty when I ask my students to be hardworking to achieve their dream. Because the teacher herself is not doing that. Its like a chicken teaching birds to fly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Countdown to 8th sept to reunite with you guys, I have 22 days left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really click with you all after exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-1131161045728342605?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/1131161045728342605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=1131161045728342605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1131161045728342605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1131161045728342605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/08/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4146962416126865053</id><published>2008-08-16T11:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:40:56.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting myself into deep trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like I said in the title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm in DEEP DEEP TROUBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stuck up between two jobs. The story is just too long. I don't know which one to forgo. And I'm not allowed to leave anytime. This kind of shit happens when you work in a black market(according to Mr Aria the economic lecturer). Not selling dvds or what, but working without a proper contract as in part time. I can't bring my case to employee's court. I can just do nothing. Even receiving my wages much later than as promised, I can still say nothing. I feel that myself are really dumb head in this position. But I just don't want to end up fighting. And you say you gave me advantage. But that's because you yourself suggested it. I said I wanna quit as before. Its you yourself who can't find people and wanna solve your problem. But instead you are saying as if i beg you to let me take the advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God, please help me! Hope things get right very soon. Very soon please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The only thing to happy about yesterday night is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LEE CHONG WEI gets into FINAL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That's the only olympic games I've sat down and watched all the way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yea, because of no Astro.=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234970062177407746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SKZZiRXjkwI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vxVewaSXlLk/s320/Img214546392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo taken from &lt;a href="http://en.beijing2008.cn/"&gt;http://en.beijing2008.cn/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4146962416126865053?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4146962416126865053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4146962416126865053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4146962416126865053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4146962416126865053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-myself-into-deep-trouble.html' title='Getting myself into deep trouble'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SKZZiRXjkwI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vxVewaSXlLk/s72-c/Img214546392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-907238706409230139</id><published>2008-08-15T16:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:45:08.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.G.O.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It had been a long time I didn't blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not because of no time, but lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I still sit infront of the computer everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized last month was a bad month for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I often feel discourage, sad and disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not only external factors but more to internal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hate myself for not getting things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;August kicked off pretty well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Still consider quite well now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hopefully will be alright or even awesome for the remaining weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passion Kuala Lumpur was a happening event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brighten up my first sunday of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually the whole sunday itself was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A good fellowship vehicle session with my cg members &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as we play 'Cathan'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night was one of the best one. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Louie's message inspired me alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everyone would agree that the worship session was a good one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234669361485602722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SKVIDL_4X6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/gEtgNN6G4L8/s320/_n3v42214-300x199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The crowd. I'm in the middle of the right hand side crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo take from 268blog as I didn't take any pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Was quite disappointed about my further studies.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m getting use to accept the fact that this is the plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;And I believe God has reasons for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;People would think that I’m so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Or you might even think I’m not deserve for it.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too too too lucky.&lt;br /&gt;But actually I’m just like you.&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing to be over joy about.&lt;br /&gt;God bless everyone in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m glad for what I’ve been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Is it Important to care about what people said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If yes, you’ll have lotsa things to think and ponder everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And get yourself into a bad position. Too much things to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If no, you might think if we don’t improve ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;we’ll never keep growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, although I say I don’t care but I do care.&lt;br /&gt;As I grow older, I am learning to&lt;br /&gt;simplify my thoughts and&lt;br /&gt;brush negative thoughts away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234676717994651506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SKVOvZIUL3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/NnAc4qxPxJE/s320/PHO1771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-907238706409230139?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/907238706409230139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=907238706409230139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/907238706409230139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/907238706409230139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/08/each-seconds.html' title='O.G.O.S'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SKVIDL_4X6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/gEtgNN6G4L8/s72-c/_n3v42214-300x199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-8648130810850841024</id><published>2008-08-14T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:38:55.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SKRQ7ulHzVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/f5pefA4y2Y0/s1600-h/26072008424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234397653957594450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SKRQ7ulHzVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/f5pefA4y2Y0/s320/26072008424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A picture which I wanted to post a long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking off the skin before bbq-ing produces nice bbq prawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I touched cold prawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-8648130810850841024?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/8648130810850841024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=8648130810850841024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8648130810850841024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8648130810850841024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesh.html' title='Yesh'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SKRQ7ulHzVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/f5pefA4y2Y0/s72-c/26072008424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-6382920657307647377</id><published>2008-07-29T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:33.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently, when friends chat with me, they'll mostly ask: how's your job? Well, I would answer so far okay. Yea, sometimes kids do drive you CRAZY! But they're just cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the evil Teacher Margaret practices few tricks to win their heart or to stop them from doing something. What we call, imposes mandatory or prohibitory injunction. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Kids nowadays always forget their fullstop after each sentence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haha. You know a sentence is a 'pee pee' process. If you put capital letter means take off you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pants. Then the sentence is pee pee. So after you pee, you have to wear your pants back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;rights? If you don't write the fullstop means you don't wear you pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;By this, they'll be more cautious when comes to fullstop. When I mark their book, I just need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to say: forgot to wear pants again? They'll say: oh okokok...*giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Rewards are important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kindergarten kids would be very happy if they get lollipop. Once in awhile, i'll buy them some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and its a joy to see their happy faces. Well, as for primary school, I spent RM4 for a mcflurry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;for one of the boy who score 98.5 in his maths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Its a joy to see happy faces and how they worked to get the rewards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. 'Threaten" them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haha. Of course, you can't be rewarding them all the time right. So sometimes have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;threaten them in a friendly way to motivate them. Such as saying, if you don't finish you work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fast, I'm not going to let you rest later, or I brought laptop today, I'm not going to let you play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But sometimes eventhough they didn't really finish what I wanted, the "soft-hearted" me still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;let them relax for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh ya, here's a few picture of SOME of them. Few of you ask me whether they are cute, judge yourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228418402945215682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SI8S1gyqLMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zsG8TRf7bTE/s320/25-07-08_1430.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Standard one kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228418409249108738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SI8S14Rn8wI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sHbel97Cx_k/s320/25-07-08_1157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the result of asking them to pose like a character in Ben10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228418414035819826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SI8S2KG3XTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NuGrEzu0Goo/s320/25-07-08_1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy with the fishy t-shirt is so so cute. Well, he's smart too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228418413891991586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SI8S2JkkuCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PKI6mVSPNpc/s320/25-07-08_1155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They can pose too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-6382920657307647377?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/6382920657307647377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=6382920657307647377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6382920657307647377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6382920657307647377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/07/kids.html' title='The kids'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SI8S1gyqLMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zsG8TRf7bTE/s72-c/25-07-08_1430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-5243828105268311372</id><published>2008-07-28T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:33.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I want to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SIymORlU35I/AAAAAAAAAP0/dSR6ZSbu0mI/s1600-h/800px-Vienna_Woods_in_winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227736031638642578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SIymORlU35I/AAAAAAAAAP0/dSR6ZSbu0mI/s320/800px-Vienna_Woods_in_winter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SIymI8-Oz1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/TNlR01i_6ms/s1600-h/Little+White+Devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where I wish to be right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By just walking thru that road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-5243828105268311372?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/5243828105268311372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=5243828105268311372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5243828105268311372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5243828105268311372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-i-want-to-be.html' title='Where I want to be'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SIymORlU35I/AAAAAAAAAP0/dSR6ZSbu0mI/s72-c/800px-Vienna_Woods_in_winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3703986861271372601</id><published>2008-07-23T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:37.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop into your mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seems in my bad mood recently. To say it correctly its actually sadness. Mere sadness. It is not problems which you can solve but just have to learn how to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;I believe in myself to overcome the sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this I was planning to post TOP 10 favourite food of mine. Due to laziness. Now its the time to post. I'll got with the first 5.(no ranking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225875314173009394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SIYJ6Q3D3fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/i2b9Ney45G0/s200/Butter+Prawns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;butter prawns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Almost all who knows me know that I LOVE prawns. No matter how you cook, as long as its prawns, I can eat as much as I can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225874801897010882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SIYJcce8dsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/KIoB4DXy0Eg/s200/Tom+Yam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. Tom Yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tom Yum, spicy and sour with seafood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225874801667714498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SIYJcboRrcI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cJ0gBqAEXGA/s200/Sarawak+Laksa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Sarawak Laksa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stayed in Sarawak for 5 years. This is what I missed the most. A must eat stuff if you go Kuching. Serious. It'll brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225874806664146434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SIYJcuPhLgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RyHjVKRc9j8/s200/Cold+Udon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. Cold Udon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Something which I won't get bored although I eat the plain udon for many times. The "elastic" mee is just what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225874803897026354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SIYJcj7yRzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KbMUlpTAYNk/s200/Spagetti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Spagetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yet another stomach filling stuff if its cooked by a brilliant cook. Especially with nice meatballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3703986861271372601?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3703986861271372601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3703986861271372601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3703986861271372601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3703986861271372601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/07/pop-into-your-mouth.html' title='Pop into your mouth'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SIYJ6Q3D3fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/i2b9Ney45G0/s72-c/Butter+Prawns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4832426373665768964</id><published>2008-07-20T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:22:29.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour down</title><content type='html'>I just told my cell group mates my life is okay in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But problems just pour down in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is nothing for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4832426373665768964?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4832426373665768964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4832426373665768964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4832426373665768964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4832426373665768964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/07/pour-down.html' title='Pour down'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3339396487659744838</id><published>2008-07-18T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:29:17.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a night</title><content type='html'>I was really angry when I posted my previous post. And thanks to those who tried to care for me. I'm alright. And the person who left a comment for me. Although I would like to know who you are, but its alright because I know you don't want to reveal your identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night after the incident which makes me angry. God spoke to me when I was doing my quiet time. Every word I read seems hit the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to normal la! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3339396487659744838?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3339396487659744838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3339396487659744838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3339396487659744838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3339396487659744838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-night.html' title='After a night'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-2566093014247076559</id><published>2008-07-16T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:01:51.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it!</title><content type='html'>I'm in the worst mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super bad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like just slamming my room's door and lock myself inside and cry as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do so. Those who know me will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you are my elder. But please don't blame me for what which is not solely my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit I'm wrong. But please be fair and look at the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna scold, scold everyone who contributes to the fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side you treat me like a rubbish, another side you treat others like a queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long time since you hit me. It hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not physically but mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say I won't step out and say sorry for this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm angry. My patience is only limited to certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word, PLEASE BE FAIR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-2566093014247076559?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/2566093014247076559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=2566093014247076559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2566093014247076559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2566093014247076559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-it.html' title='I hate it!'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-1921523781420350730</id><published>2008-07-13T22:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:37.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I said before this, I had finished my A-levels a month ago and having my 3 months holiday right now as I'm waiting for september intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to brickfields again before movie at klcc. Although its just a month ago, something had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant beside the monorail station had been renovated and took over by a new owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along the street I used to walk almost everyday brought back my memories during the past 1 year. Looking at the future? How would the life be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Youth Connection at church today, we sang the song &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is my desire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This song seems to reflect what I'm thinking at the moment. It just hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to live for others but God. I had an answer for something which is bothering me. Why care about what people says? Angry over it is just waste of our energy. Save it to live my life for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my desire: to honor You.&lt;br /&gt;Lord with all my heart I worship You.&lt;br /&gt;All I have within me, I give You praise.&lt;br /&gt;All that I adore is in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give You my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I give You my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I live for You alone.&lt;br /&gt;Every breath that I take,&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I'm awake,&lt;br /&gt;Lord have Your way in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm still waiting for the rainbow after the rain to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222523959896430242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SHoh3xSX1qI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oAvtWpRa9q8/s320/Rainbow+drawn+by+Margy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Drew by me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-1921523781420350730?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/1921523781420350730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=1921523781420350730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1921523781420350730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1921523781420350730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-place.html' title='Back to the place'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SHoh3xSX1qI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oAvtWpRa9q8/s72-c/Rainbow+drawn+by+Margy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-9056481334655009110</id><published>2008-07-12T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:00:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New phone?</title><content type='html'>I just got a new phone from my dad from US. But the thing is the phone is so not user friendly and my dad didn't manage to unlock the phone for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short. I'm cracking my head to settle the problem. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-9056481334655009110?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/9056481334655009110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=9056481334655009110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/9056481334655009110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/9056481334655009110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-phone.html' title='New phone?'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3188692991682969774</id><published>2008-07-11T23:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:39.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being with kids or being a kid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So far I still haven't share any photos from the kindergarten I work. I'm actually not a kindy teacher but I work in a kindy with a day care department. Eh, don't refer me as a babysitter because I guide them with their homework. But sometimes I still sit besides them and wait for them to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, today they have less homework than usual. So, I had a chance to play with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not masak-masak but something like the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;uno stacko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we used to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't know what is the name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221783148842464146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SHeAG5DgM5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/c1G1dvpfZv4/s320/11-07-08_1236.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, we are prepared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221783144212107602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SHeAGnzikVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/K3ifb946gY0/s320/11-07-08_1242.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The challenge between me and four 6 years old kid started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221783149084229762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SHeAG59JQII/AAAAAAAAAOM/o3hvqZtfFA4/s320/11-07-08_1234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Down it went again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221783154998959490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SHeAHP_U3YI/AAAAAAAAAOU/t8zI2_oN14E/s320/11-07-08_1042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Food prepared by another group of kids who are playing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;masak-masak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3188692991682969774?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3188692991682969774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3188692991682969774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3188692991682969774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3188692991682969774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/07/being-with-kids-or-being-kid.html' title='Being with kids or being a kid?'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SHeAG5DgM5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/c1G1dvpfZv4/s72-c/11-07-08_1236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-2757858107965996048</id><published>2008-07-09T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:45:00.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninth day of July</title><content type='html'>Didn't blog for 9 days already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the grand thing that happened in this 9 days is, I failed my driving test. Its all because of my blur-ness and the kancil. What to do, retake! What's so big about the hill, its just the small hill and yet I cannot go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lot's of thing to say, but things just disappeared from my mind in a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing which I remember is, I had learned that time really can washes things away. All sorrows will just fly away with the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-2757858107965996048?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/2757858107965996048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=2757858107965996048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2757858107965996048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2757858107965996048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/07/ninth-day-of-july.html' title='Ninth day of July'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-2306113884294071404</id><published>2008-06-30T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:39.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time flies and today is the last day of June. Many things happened in a day. So let's start from 12am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, I slept at 12.30am and woke up at 2.45am for euro final. Got my pillow and blanket with me in the living room with Rachel. Sad to say Germany lose. I know there are many people out there who cheer for Spain. Nvm, I shall say congrats to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept at 4.30am. Zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 8.15am and get prepared for work. I reached kindy at 9.03am.(Late for 3 minutes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole day was tiring due to lack of sleep. And my boss gave me my salary for June. Well, just for one week because I just started this kindy job last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lunch today was awesome. The potato pork dish just lighten up my tired day!(credits to the kindy's kakak awesome cooking) Halfway eating, I chocked. Well, out to my surprise, the kid who do things in a very slow motion and clumsy way turned and asked me:"&lt;strong&gt;Ms Margaret, are you okay?&lt;/strong&gt;" Its just a normal thing to do for us but for a kid, he turned out to be more caring than I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then flu start conquering me. I took medicine which I asked mum to bring for me before proceed to the tuition centre to teach tuition at 4pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily the kids are cooperative today and I don't have to shout at them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet another really TIRING day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly feel like drinking chocolate chip frappuccino. Aww, miss the taste and the chocolate chips in it and most importantly the whipped cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217659164687857346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SGjZXa5H9sI/AAAAAAAAANo/NA833JNevpE/s320/Starbucks.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have to wait till one weekend where I can just carry my lappie to any of the starbucks to grab one of this and spend my time there, when I don't have to work. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-2306113884294071404?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/2306113884294071404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=2306113884294071404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2306113884294071404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2306113884294071404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-day-of-june.html' title='Last day of June'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SGjZXa5H9sI/AAAAAAAAANo/NA833JNevpE/s72-c/Starbucks.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-6769984686331901046</id><published>2008-06-30T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:39.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new header</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The previous one is something which I simply do to try out something. But failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one, hmm, for a front end user like me. To be a bit perasan, I'm happy over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But its quite blurr because I used some stupid methods just because I don't know how to use photoshop. =D Nvm, at least I tried something right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have to sleep now and wake up for Euro's final later! &lt;strong&gt;Lukas Podolski Go! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217348292154890034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SGe-oQdiFzI/AAAAAAAAANg/qCZ1Ao2t8lI/s320/Lukas+Podolski.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would definitely go for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NY&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;*sorry to all anti-germany fans out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-6769984686331901046?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/6769984686331901046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=6769984686331901046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6769984686331901046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6769984686331901046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-header.html' title='A new header'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SGe-oQdiFzI/AAAAAAAAANg/qCZ1Ao2t8lI/s72-c/Lukas+Podolski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4337677920634061928</id><published>2008-06-29T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:39.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, exam is over. Haven't start studying yet. So, I've got nothing to do besides working. One fine Sunday night, my mum pass me some clothes and ask me whether I still want my clothes or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It turned out to be a clothes trying session of me and Rachel(my cousin who stays with me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suddenly, she took something out which caused me to say:'Wow! I didn't know you have this shirt.' This is because I never see her wearing before. Well, time for me to try out. Keke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217324743308268338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SGepNiK-0zI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ow9gQ66B_O8/s200/Snapshot_20080629_35.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FB!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It might be normal to all of you. But I'm just too shocked to believe Rachel owns a FBI tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4337677920634061928?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4337677920634061928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4337677920634061928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4337677920634061928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4337677920634061928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SGepNiK-0zI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ow9gQ66B_O8/s72-c/Snapshot_20080629_35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3006474592215054451</id><published>2008-06-29T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:51:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in action</title><content type='html'>I didn't blog for a long long time due to some failure with my pc. Well, now. Back in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is going smoothly but me myself isn't. I'm having cough, flu and a bit of sorethroat right now due to not enough rest. I'm getting better in handling those children in the kindy. But they seem more cheeky day by day. Sometimes I just feel like pinching their face. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving lesson is becoming more and more scary. I have to admit here, I'm not born to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously I have many things and ideas which I would like to post here. But now I seems cannot remember them. So just another random update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3006474592215054451?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3006474592215054451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3006474592215054451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3006474592215054451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3006474592215054451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-in-action.html' title='Back in action'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4828653719736149558</id><published>2008-06-19T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:39.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling of afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SFk7IBerAfI/AAAAAAAAALI/mUEeTyM5LN4/s1600-h/CAL4509L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213263052680135154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SFk7IBerAfI/AAAAAAAAALI/mUEeTyM5LN4/s320/CAL4509L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sense of security&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is important to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When things go against the way I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel disappointed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faster than anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll choose to give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;To avoid futher disappointment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone will say I'm dumb to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4828653719736149558?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4828653719736149558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4828653719736149558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4828653719736149558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4828653719736149558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-of-afraid.html' title='The feeling of afraid'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SFk7IBerAfI/AAAAAAAAALI/mUEeTyM5LN4/s72-c/CAL4509L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-5090035979680938046</id><published>2008-06-18T20:44:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:40.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For what I've done</title><content type='html'>My exam was officially over on last friday. I'm a free bird now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have update my blog earlier, but I'm just too lazy to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lost my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Due to my own carelessness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guys, if you message me, if possible, state your name so that I know who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;attended cousin Moses's wedding&lt;/span&gt; on 30 May and get to take some pictures with my cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not all of them but part of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SFkHu4tjSyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6xYT2dzEgX8/s1600-h/famiily+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SFkJEQ9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uztqekmlWKE/s1600-h/famiily+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SFkLOHOaUZI/AAAAAAAAALA/wpKYTS3qE_Y/s1600-h/famiily+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213210380743627154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SFkLOHOaUZI/AAAAAAAAALA/wpKYTS3qE_Y/s320/famiily+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;went to Melaka last saturday&lt;/span&gt;, that's where I lost my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a very fun time with Siew Cheng and Rachel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But those photos are lost with my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm sad over the lost phone is not the phone but those pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had been a long time I feel so relax. Hopefully I can have another chilling vacation before my LLB starts on september.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;having holiday now&lt;/span&gt;. Life seems a bit boring as I'm someone who like to go for classes and being a busy one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;currently working as a tuition teacher&lt;/span&gt;. Fun being with those students again, but sometimes they just drive me crazy. Maybe i treat them far too good? Being too friendly to them is not a good thing as they will climb over your head. But sometimes being too harsh is just too much as they had enough of "cikgu yang garang" at their school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;need money&lt;/span&gt;. For what? My new phone and a laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;want a pair of new shoes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-5090035979680938046?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/5090035979680938046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=5090035979680938046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5090035979680938046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5090035979680938046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-what-ive-done.html' title='For what I&apos;ve done'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SFkLOHOaUZI/AAAAAAAAALA/wpKYTS3qE_Y/s72-c/famiily+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3032615862820083646</id><published>2008-06-06T02:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:40.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEgwpo4sIwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FpEOPkUbpVs/s1600-h/carry.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208466460961940226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEgwpo4sIwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FpEOPkUbpVs/s320/carry.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEgwYJD6hlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZHZgGQ8mZ5U/s1600-h/carry.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long time since I hop on someone's back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It needs high level of trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I cherish those moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The person put effort to make sure you are safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the days when my dad carried me on his back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gives me security.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I put my trust on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its all trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3032615862820083646?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3032615862820083646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3032615862820083646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3032615862820083646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3032615862820083646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-trust.html' title='I trust'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEgwpo4sIwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FpEOPkUbpVs/s72-c/carry.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4020792331815424273</id><published>2008-05-31T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:40.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ship</title><content type='html'>This happens when you are stress.&lt;br /&gt;A day before yesterday's tort paper.&lt;br /&gt;During the group study of 3 person.&lt;br /&gt;When we are stuck,&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge cannot go into our brains anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We have to restructure our team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CAPTAIN&lt;/span&gt;, Josiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDWMHy-jnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pAtTEWX5bJg/s1600-h/DSC08041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206396672979930738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDWMHy-jnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pAtTEWX5bJg/s320/DSC08041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SHIPMATE&lt;/span&gt; no1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDWNPsvKDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lYX8BagmXDU/s1600-h/DSC08043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206396692281108530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDWNPsvKDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lYX8BagmXDU/s320/DSC08043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SHIPMATE&lt;/span&gt; no2, Rou Yi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDWM-gionI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rUMa1-kZsd4/s1600-h/DSC08042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206396687666553458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDWM-gionI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rUMa1-kZsd4/s320/DSC08042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we call study T-E-A-M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know its lame. But its fun time with my buddies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I kind of screw-ed up my tort paper. I did badly for 1 essay. Hopefully another 2 can back me up. Its over and I can't do anything. But I'm not sad, as I had tried my best for another 2 essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Updates on my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today I will be going back to grandma's hse at sitiawan, perak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For cousin Moses's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;And prepare for tuesday's economic paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4020792331815424273?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4020792331815424273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4020792331815424273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4020792331815424273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4020792331815424273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-happens-when-you-are-stress.html' title='Ship'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDWMHy-jnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pAtTEWX5bJg/s72-c/DSC08041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-2857904992629689637</id><published>2008-05-31T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:41.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth-DAY</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post this few days ago. But due to exam, I only managed to do it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was on 26/05/2008. Mummy, Joel and Rachel celebrated my birthday with me at home with a &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;CHOCOLATE ICE-CREAM CAKE&lt;/span&gt;. They knew I love whatever that comes with chocolateS. Too bad Daddy will come back late from Kuching because of flight delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was to be my first paper for finals--&gt;contract. Anyway, the day on monday is still a great day although I have to study, study and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDUtgN-yVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9dsD9Qep990/s1600-h/DSC07964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206395047448070482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDUtgN-yVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9dsD9Qep990/s320/DSC07964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDKR-gTVsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jo0ftO-lfsM/s1600-h/DSC07967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206383579425363650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDKR-gTVsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jo0ftO-lfsM/s320/DSC07967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDKT9weLLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LZgBwgkndvw/s1600-h/DSC07974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206383613584485554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDKT9weLLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LZgBwgkndvw/s320/DSC07974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDUtdKM7tI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zMisgtIpqfk/s1600-h/DSC07979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206395046626914002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDUtdKM7tI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zMisgtIpqfk/s320/DSC07979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-2857904992629689637?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/2857904992629689637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=2857904992629689637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2857904992629689637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2857904992629689637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanted-to-post-this-few-days-ago.html' title='Birth-DAY'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SEDUtgN-yVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9dsD9Qep990/s72-c/DSC07964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-345317684279464104</id><published>2008-05-28T23:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:48:52.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins</title><content type='html'>When I was young, I have some friends who are twins. And I always hope that I have a twin brother or sister. For me it is quite cool to have someone who look alike with you and share your thoughts because you both might think something in a more similar way? Hmm. However, when I grew up. I find that having a twin brother or sister isn't that wonderful as i thought when I was young. Everyone likes to compare twins and I don't think the weaker one will feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do have twin siblings. This doesn't mean that they look alike with me. But we're same in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) My twin brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are same as in we both named ourselves after a very very great person in this world before we know each other. We only found out after we know each other for quite some time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) My twin brother who was born on the same day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend of my friend and my friend found out that we both are born on the same day. 26/5/1989. I still don't really know him, but maybe we do think in a similar way? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) The boy version of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We share similar thoughts in life and yes, he just told me today that why is he so concern about what i think. The answer is he find that I'm another version of him. And I agree to "certain extent". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Updates on life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finish my contract paper yesterday. I would say its okay, but not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, still got 4 more papers to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-345317684279464104?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/345317684279464104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=345317684279464104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/345317684279464104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/345317684279464104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/twin.html' title='Twins'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3833310849538830889</id><published>2008-05-25T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:43.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A" for A in exam, "A" for awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRICKFIELDS ASIA COLLEGE: A bright saturday, we had our contract class from 10 to 2. After class I sat down in the class (a bit blur) and wait for my classmates who are asking the lecturer some questions.Then Wei Shin came over and I asked him to look after those bags.Me myself went to the toilet. (still very blur) 3rd floor toilet was very pack, so i decided to jump to 2nd floor toilet. After settle my toilet stuff, I walked up and went back tomy classroom. When I opened the door...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDg9LVLoyoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AhVWTOlSA8U/s1600-h/SP_A0866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203976634300418690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDg9LVLoyoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AhVWTOlSA8U/s320/SP_A0866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Something on my right made me turned and took a look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDg9LVLoypI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1HdKzA9_gns/s1600-h/SP_A0868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203976634300418706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDg9LVLoypI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1HdKzA9_gns/s320/SP_A0868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone was singing birthday song! And you can see my STUNT look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203976630005451378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDg9LFLoynI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Os2W3VGe15k/s320/SP_A0864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SURPRISE! This is really surprise out of surprise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDg9LlLoyqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8IIoZAMVT-w/s1600-h/SP_A0869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203976638595386018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDg9LlLoyqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8IIoZAMVT-w/s320/SP_A0869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made wishes. One of it is, hope everyone do well in the coming exam. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203976642890353330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDg9L1LoyrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VlZ1hONdMGw/s320/SP_A0870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To be honest, I'm surprise till the extent I don't even manage to blow all candles in one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203976853343750850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDg9YFLoysI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8IEuFIekIaE/s320/SP_A0871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cake cutting time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203976853343750866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDg9YFLoytI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_gfQVmbI-Qc/s320/SP_A0873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After I cut the cake, I'm still floating in the wind. I'm just too surprised!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Hui Wen for the pictures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To all my college friends. You all rox to the max. I really appreciate the surprise you all gave me. It had been a long time I didn't experience this kind of surprise. I apologize in case I reacted really blur. To be honest, I just don't hope exam to be over that fast because the time which we can work things out together will be over soon. The time we have classes on saturdays and sundays. Night classes. Times we memorize name of the cases together. I cherish the moments alot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;May God bless everyone in the final exams. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lastly, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You all are GOOD. Good right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3833310849538830889?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3833310849538830889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3833310849538830889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3833310849538830889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3833310849538830889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_25.html' title='&quot;A&quot; for A in exam, &quot;A&quot; for awesome.'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDg9LVLoyoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AhVWTOlSA8U/s72-c/SP_A0866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-8810176132026637314</id><published>2008-05-24T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:43.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDb8LlLoymI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OiiCjQdl0tU/s1600-h/murmurs_by_Nicohitoride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203623695362869858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDb8LlLoymI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OiiCjQdl0tU/s320/murmurs_by_Nicohitoride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certain extent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;close down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-8810176132026637314?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/8810176132026637314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=8810176132026637314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8810176132026637314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8810176132026637314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDb8LlLoymI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OiiCjQdl0tU/s72-c/murmurs_by_Nicohitoride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-1375019271944253286</id><published>2008-05-23T00:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:43.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the bright bright Star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203246214982191698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDWk3VLoylI/AAAAAAAAAII/wil3gUpy1Pc/s320/david.bmp" border="0" /&gt;No matter what you sing &lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll melt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter who wins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the best.&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/6644590283178515802-1375019271944253286?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/1375019271944253286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=1375019271944253286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1375019271944253286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/1375019271944253286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-are-bright-bright-star.html' title='You are the bright bright Star.'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDWk3VLoylI/AAAAAAAAAII/wil3gUpy1Pc/s72-c/david.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3413886259649692241</id><published>2008-05-20T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:44.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDGoBXoHisI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wetr-iPmUys/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202123786065251010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDGoBXoHisI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wetr-iPmUys/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a motivation tart from Ming Wai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A heaty but tasty fresh cooked egg tart as described by him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you are drowning in your contract notes and book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A fresh tart from a good friend is something to make you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3413886259649692241?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3413886259649692241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3413886259649692241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3413886259649692241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3413886259649692241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDGoBXoHisI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wetr-iPmUys/s72-c/DSC00112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-825793837041579833</id><published>2008-05-19T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:44.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on these two days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDFy4HoHimI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rjbzfkakH-M/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202065353035188834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDFy4HoHimI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rjbzfkakH-M/s320/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joel, my brother, is having denggi fever. I visited him this morning. Poor thing, no energy to talk and play. Poor hand. Blood test everyday. But see, the hospital gave him a teddy bear plaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDFy5HoHioI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JeusZ4TvCbg/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202065370215058050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDFy5HoHioI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JeusZ4TvCbg/s320/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture by Charles and it became Joy's wallpaper. Nightmare for her. Took when we hang out at Pua's house after Phui Yee's birthday dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDFy4noHinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TVI5_ZJXk98/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202065361625123442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDFy4noHinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TVI5_ZJXk98/s320/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how tired I am, I still have to STUDY, study....study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDF1znoHipI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Qa8WCCJwTbo/s1600-h/OLPC_XO_Laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202068574260660882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDF1znoHipI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Qa8WCCJwTbo/s320/OLPC_XO_Laptop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shyh-yih, you know what to do rite. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I cried in the class that day. After interviewing one of my friend who sit infront of me that time. He said its a bit shocking and he try not to look at me. Because he said mostly girls don't like people to look at them when they cry because that's the time they don't look good. But for me i don't think so, I don't think I look awful when I cry, I should be worst when I am angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-825793837041579833?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/825793837041579833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=825793837041579833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/825793837041579833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/825793837041579833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/pity-one.html' title='Update on these two days'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SDFy4HoHimI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rjbzfkakH-M/s72-c/DSC00680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-2840548551481529793</id><published>2008-05-17T10:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:45.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Thursday, after lunch with shyh-yih, pea, choy ling(the girl who is going to kampar soon), tc and sherman, we all walked into the gift shop. Then pea saw some very cute stuff, I had no idea how to name them but she said she wants it for her wedding. She said too, she waited for a husband but couldn't get one so she decided to learn driving. I was like, WHAT? Although you will have a husband in future, but you still need to learn driving right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wants to marry early, which I also think at the same way. This is because I don't want to become an old mummy. But sometimes we say we want, but things doesn't seem happening in the way we want. But again, who knows what will happen in the next 6 years? I'm 19 this year. After I finish my degree and *common bar course* it'll be like after 4 years? Plus and minus some holidays and ya chambering for 9 months, lets say 5 years. Ok, my plan seems ridiculous. But again, I have to meet the white horse prince in my fairytale right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not crazy to think about this right now. Everyone will some how think a bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about buying gifts, sometimes it is like an headache job for people. Money? Expensive? But most importantly is What to buy? Lets say, during valentine's day, those shops and malls will come up with their valentine's teddy and all sort of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this teddy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SC5HaHoHiiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yBfLVlriXVo/s1600-h/37103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201173133708986914" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SC5HaHoHiiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yBfLVlriXVo/s320/37103.jpg" width="26" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't this looks better?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SC5HaXoHijI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fLRboHBg1Bo/s1600-h/MQG3QECA8GUDTECAHFT1YFCAGTOQODCAKQD4AECAPEYOAUCAVRH2S5CAV9754MCA5236BSCA0687I8CA6YJ3EKCA0Q2569CA3053BZCAQO7L84CA5MDUSBCA8807IGCA8INT80CADP02L1CA9ZK2RNCAJAO5E7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201173138003954226" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="116" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SC5HaXoHijI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fLRboHBg1Bo/s320/MQG3QECA8GUDTECAHFT1YFCAGTOQODCAKQD4AECAPEYOAUCAVRH2S5CAV9754MCA5236BSCA0687I8CA6YJ3EKCA0Q2569CA3053BZCAQO7L84CA5MDUSBCA8807IGCA8INT80CADP02L1CA9ZK2RNCAJAO5E7.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of roses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SC5HanoHilI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Pl5Jl-iL_ck/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201173142298921554" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SC5HanoHilI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Pl5Jl-iL_ck/s320/images.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunflower for the win!:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SC5HaXoHikI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DH7AQPwWa5Y/s1600-h/SummerSunflower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201173138003954242" style="CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SC5HaXoHikI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DH7AQPwWa5Y/s320/SummerSunflower1.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates on my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 10 days left to 27th May contract paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you my lecturers for the INTENSIVE extra classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work hard and study smart are the key to success. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-2840548551481529793?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/2840548551481529793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=2840548551481529793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2840548551481529793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2840548551481529793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/thursday-after-lunch-with-shyh-yih-pea.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SC5HaHoHiiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yBfLVlriXVo/s72-c/37103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-8320893730669374611</id><published>2008-05-13T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:45.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>小熊，累了．</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCmZsnoHihI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Cq128Q66QfY/s1600-h/%EF%BD%82%EF%BD%85%EF%BD%81%EF%BD%94.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199856236606491154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCmZsnoHihI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Cq128Q66QfY/s320/%EF%BD%82%EF%BD%85%EF%BD%81%EF%BD%94.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say is: I'm the bear in the picture,  that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-8320893730669374611?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/8320893730669374611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=8320893730669374611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8320893730669374611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/8320893730669374611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='小熊，累了．'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCmZsnoHihI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Cq128Q66QfY/s72-c/%EF%BD%82%EF%BD%85%EF%BD%81%EF%BD%94.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-7768850141831610645</id><published>2008-05-12T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T01:15:19.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate the feeling of disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God will show me the right way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-7768850141831610645?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/7768850141831610645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=7768850141831610645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7768850141831610645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7768850141831610645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-feeling-of-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-7782853820957561224</id><published>2008-05-12T00:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:46.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday class</title><content type='html'>This is what happen during our sunday 9-5pm business class. Its sunday. And we are over-stress! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCcoBnoHifI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ykbBN9ac0R8/s1600-h/DSC0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199168303104756210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCcoBnoHifI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ykbBN9ac0R8/s320/DSC0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture with darth vader from our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCcmxnoHieI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V1IcK3wJyCc/s1600-h/DSC0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCcoB3oHigI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ORS_za6xZAM/s1600-h/DSC0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199168307399723522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCcoB3oHigI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ORS_za6xZAM/s320/DSC0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know Wy Lu won't go any further. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took pictures with some of my others friends and lecturer and will post it when I got them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-7782853820957561224?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/7782853820957561224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=7782853820957561224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7782853820957561224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7782853820957561224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-what-happen-during-our-sunday-9.html' title='Sunday class'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCcoBnoHifI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ykbBN9ac0R8/s72-c/DSC0105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-6409365437573447946</id><published>2008-05-10T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:46:53.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Header</title><content type='html'>I downloaded adobe photoshop, but I just realised I don't know how to use at all. In the end, I went to photobucket and try out some stuff. Ended up with this new header. Still not that bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I want to thank Josh for his effort for the previous header, when I'm still a front end user. But I'm still one now.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;represents my bright side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;represents my dark(?) side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My design is not bad right? Perasan sikit. I like it very much. I managed to show what I want through the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-6409365437573447946?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/6409365437573447946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=6409365437573447946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6409365437573447946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6409365437573447946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/header.html' title='Header'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-2020651405858594394</id><published>2008-05-09T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:46.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pink rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCM67ErSMyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Fx4Soc2tMe4/s1600-h/583c389fb5ab650464af437a614275e0_1183367213872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198063181457666850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCM67ErSMyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Fx4Soc2tMe4/s320/583c389fb5ab650464af437a614275e0_1183367213872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How I wish I can collect this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Btw, I miss my red dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-2020651405858594394?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/2020651405858594394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=2020651405858594394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2020651405858594394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2020651405858594394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/pink-rabbit.html' title='The pink rabbit'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCM67ErSMyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Fx4Soc2tMe4/s72-c/583c389fb5ab650464af437a614275e0_1183367213872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-24872730194886055</id><published>2008-05-09T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:38:42.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.40am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'愛情を知らなければ苦痛をも存在しないのだから'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'because if i didnt know love, there wil be no pain either'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you Alvin for this and I strongly agree with this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-24872730194886055?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/24872730194886055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=24872730194886055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/24872730194886055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/24872730194886055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-if-i-didnt-know-love-there-wil.html' title='1.40am'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-7924091251594619154</id><published>2008-05-08T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:46.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Another &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emo feeling is back. Although I try not to. Girls always emo. This is what shyh-yih says, ey not only shyh-yih, more than one person said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCMQ2ErSMwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4PQQU6x-OUI/s1600-h/xin_250501111841404193975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198016916069954306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCMQ2ErSMwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4PQQU6x-OUI/s320/xin_250501111841404193975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day. My favourite &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sunflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not just a picture. There are meanings behind it that mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dear twin brother ask whether is there anything he can help. Well, I said: Its unachievable, something is impossible. He says say and see. What I want is-go to somewhere high where we can see the night scenery and chill. It is always my favourite to go to places like that. Not to say I want to look for romance or try to be romantic. But don't you think its fun looking at those lights and small cars underneath you? Its like you own the world for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;But, well, hopefully I can go someday before 27thmay-heart attack day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCMQ2UrSMxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xfsGr_pkAnw/s1600-h/DSC_6485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198016920364921618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCMQ2UrSMxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xfsGr_pkAnw/s320/DSC_6485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just nice. In KL we still can find places like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch out for your handphone. My friend's phone got stolen but luckily she got it back. To cut the story short-look after your property.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-7924091251594619154?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/7924091251594619154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=7924091251594619154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7924091251594619154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7924091251594619154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCMQ2ErSMwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4PQQU6x-OUI/s72-c/xin_250501111841404193975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-7870970373466304877</id><published>2008-05-06T20:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:47.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>I was looking back at my pictures in my laptop that day. Well, I found myself funny last time. I'm picking some pictures randomly to let everyone see how I had been changing all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCBODw8DUcI/AAAAAAAAADs/fSgYqs7Vlws/s1600-h/100_3186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197239796568904130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCBODw8DUcI/AAAAAAAAADs/fSgYqs7Vlws/s320/100_3186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was form 5, year 2006, after performing for school 25th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCBOEw8DUfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xOd8KI8Gu58/s1600-h/100_3960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197239813748773362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCBOEw8DUfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xOd8KI8Gu58/s320/100_3960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From the left:Siew Cheng, Joy and Me!) Retard as usual. Miss those days. Year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCBOEw8DUgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsUoBFRIDg/s1600-h/x1pnp_rgmi5o53zoOlG7l6xM9yvZCO9Rvt2dyCcDH3pMWoj4Lx3P_uezfyPiS9PDGu9l-j0WezixEvYdXbrQKyQQtkSbZXK_0TA0EW98f66pPfKHJt9eGfQGoYeq2vW8dNO3mJzf4Wq0RM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197239813748773378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCBOEw8DUgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsUoBFRIDg/s320/x1pnp_rgmi5o53zoOlG7l6xM9yvZCO9Rvt2dyCcDH3pMWoj4Lx3P_uezfyPiS9PDGu9l-j0WezixEvYdXbrQKyQQtkSbZXK_0TA0EW98f66pPfKHJt9eGfQGoYeq2vW8dNO3mJzf4Wq0RM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting trip! When I was form 5. Year 2006. I'm the one on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCBOEQ8DUeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0DaUyDPO0mY/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197239805158838754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCBOEQ8DUeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0DaUyDPO0mY/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was working in a travel college. You know, this kind of employee who take pictures when the boss is not around. =D This was last year, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCBOEQ8DUdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Q5lLEbKETxw/s1600-h/1_645694278l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197239805158838738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCBOEQ8DUdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Q5lLEbKETxw/s320/1_645694278l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early of this year when I was on the bus to Sunway Pyramid. Took by one of my Kuching's friend. I know my fringe is sort of COCONUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-7870970373466304877?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/7870970373466304877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=7870970373466304877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7870970373466304877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/7870970373466304877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SCBODw8DUcI/AAAAAAAAADs/fSgYqs7Vlws/s72-c/100_3186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-325902794261334775</id><published>2008-05-04T14:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:48.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day</title><content type='html'>Today is the day. I had business class. On sunday. I really appreciate Ms chantheney's effort, spends her weekend just to be with us, preparing for our very last A-levels war. I don't really complain or feel reluctant to come for sunday's class, because I know someone is sacrificing more for us when its not a must for her to do so. Therefore, here, I wanna say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Thank You, Ms Chantheney!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends will say: crazy aH? sunday also got class? what college is this? But for me, our college is just special. The only thing is mind is I have to sacrifice my time with God during Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous post I talked about stress. Well, ended up Shyh-yih, Ling Yok, Pearly, and Siew Cheng message me and give me encouragement. These girls actually read my blog. I'm touched. Friday morning, after bath, I heard the "doraemon ringtone". Yes, message in. As usual, it should be Wei Shin or other college mates asking what time are you coming Meow. But, but, it turned out to be Shyh-Yih, wishing me all the best in my econs test. I didn't tell her at all. I was like, AMAZED! Then afternoon comes Ling Yok, night Siew Cheng apologizing for not messaging me in the morning. The next day(saturday) Pearly, the LAME joker, her message goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you know how to do well for economics?you eat economy rice. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I replied her: Lame. Thanks for cheering me up. But never mind girl, I know your intention was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But actually at the moment I posted my previous blog, my stress level was not that high. Its a actually because of friends around me seems having problem and I don't know how to help them. Just feel a bit moody that's all. But you all didn't waste your effort encouraging me. I'll keep my heart. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm sitting in starbucks alone. Some people might think: why become such a loner? But for me, I treasure a lot. Sometimes I like going out with no-so-many-people when you can really chat and talk. Too-many-people is the time when you want to have extreme fun. But this doesn't mean I don't like to hang out with big bunch of friends. Just that sometimes, occasionally I choose to go out with a few persons or just with one or just alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SB1hvw8DUaI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZC0-c1wnKFQ/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196417018273943970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SB1hvw8DUaI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZC0-c1wnKFQ/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look a bit stress here right? Actually I can still smile. But smiling alone is a bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SB1igw8DUbI/AAAAAAAAADk/d98w40EKZac/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196417860087534002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SB1igw8DUbI/AAAAAAAAADk/d98w40EKZac/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lame i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next plan: study for this coming thursday business mock exam. =.= T.T (00)/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-325902794261334775?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/325902794261334775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=325902794261334775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/325902794261334775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/325902794261334775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/day.html' title='The day'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SB1hvw8DUaI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZC0-c1wnKFQ/s72-c/Picture+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4215016396728618931</id><published>2008-05-01T20:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:49.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you are stress</title><content type='html'>Recently, friends around me seems talking about the word 'stress'. Of all time, this is the period everyone keep hanging "damn stress ah" on their mouth. I'm also another one. *Ohya, can refer to wei shin's blog through my friends link, he posted something funny about our stress level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me, I don't really dare to talk to you when exams is about to start. Someone also told me, when I'm stress, its like black clouds appearing above my head and once they step in to my territory, they'll become black. Sometimes I just didn't realise some "extraordinary" expression can cause other people to be affected by me or can say in another way, I never thought of people really cares hows my condition or whether I'm in a good mood or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a person who shows all my tak-puas-ness when I'm angry. Sometimes I'll just show my pissed off face to those who did something which I can't stand with or even to those who are innocent. My best buddy Joycelyn can tells it all. Ask her how many times this kind of thing happens since she know me. *laugh* But I tried to change, I really put effort to bear with not so important situation, try to tell myself: its ok, chill chill. *learned from wei shin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But talking about stress, its a different case. Sometimes I just cannot or don't know how to keep my stress level down. But I'll try to, till today I see someone who is really stress and it really affected my day when I don't know what to talk about or face the person who is stress. Another person who seriously looks like she's having problem but I just don't know what to say. This is the first time I feel the feeling of useless when I face friends who needs help. Maybe they just don't need my help. But I just feel useless. Maybe there had been a long time friends around me didn't really break down in front of me or.. Its my own thoughts after all. Well, its not time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBm9eg8DUYI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xj5vxHkXcOo/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195391977084113282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBm9eg8DUYI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xj5vxHkXcOo/s320/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being the yellow one is not the best after all. Sometimes I hope I'll turn blue and share my yellow-ness with those blue balls around me. I don't care even everyone is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBm9ew8DUZI/AAAAAAAAADU/7lDx4RI5IxI/s1600-h/Making_Happy-20070614-112205.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195391981379080594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBm9ew8DUZI/AAAAAAAAADU/7lDx4RI5IxI/s320/Making_Happy-20070614-112205.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll try to follow the instruction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, after a long nap, its time to study for tomorrow's economics test. Nah, I'm not stress. Just try my best. And submit everything to God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4215016396728618931?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4215016396728618931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4215016396728618931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4215016396728618931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4215016396728618931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-you-are-stress.html' title='When you are stress'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBm9eg8DUYI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xj5vxHkXcOo/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-6459962073247492655</id><published>2008-04-27T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need</title><content type='html'>I need peace right now. &lt;div&gt;I'm tired of looking at you with that kind of expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired when I don't know what to do next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired when I don't know which word to start from when I open the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm discourage to get up from the bed after I wake up because I just don't want to step out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a peaceful place like this right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBNVJw8DUUI/AAAAAAAAACU/InpXG_TXICw/s1600-h/CryingoutLoveintheCenteroftheWorldD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193588421532275010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBNVJw8DUUI/AAAAAAAAACU/InpXG_TXICw/s320/CryingoutLoveintheCenteroftheWorldD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBNVJw8DUUI/AAAAAAAAACU/InpXG_TXICw/s1600-h/CryingoutLoveintheCenteroftheWorldD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-6459962073247492655?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/6459962073247492655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=6459962073247492655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6459962073247492655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6459962073247492655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need.html' title='I need'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBNVJw8DUUI/AAAAAAAAACU/InpXG_TXICw/s72-c/CryingoutLoveintheCenteroftheWorldD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-2557803982794827244</id><published>2008-04-24T20:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:25:50.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple part of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I never expect there will be somebody that will drop by and share their thoughts with me in response to the last post. I left 2 questions and stated its time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;Characteristic and attitude are still the main factor that contribute to the beautiness of a person. But in some sense, we still have to keep ourselves "look fresh all the time". This is an important thing in our social life. Nobody will ever want to talk to someone who digs their nose while talking to you or just spit without any reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weird thought by me, i feel that a person is beautiful if they know how to show some of their feelings, no matter angry or happy or sad out at the right time. Fake people are never nice in my mind. I think no people think in the same way as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, i feel that for people who do not have "outstanding" looks which is very attractive will always have other parts of them which are attractive. Unless you seriously want to make yourselves ugly, like what kristine shared with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic: Simple part of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after class, after we(me+cousin rachel) got down the bus, we decided to walk home.&lt;br /&gt;When we reach home, i came out with the idea to hang around at the playground. Stress release session. You might say i'm childish, but i just enjoy it. Haha, NAKAL girl is like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00162-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBCJMA8DURI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Lk-LC5Q4890/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192801209861493010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBCJMA8DURI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Lk-LC5Q4890/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poser post before she start swinging. Thanks to rachel for holding the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00166.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00166.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBCJMQ8DUSI/AAAAAAAAACE/IwnR8M7g9oA/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192801214156460322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBCJMQ8DUSI/AAAAAAAAACE/IwnR8M7g9oA/s320/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swing-er swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00171.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00171.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBCJOA8DUTI/AAAAAAAAACM/za8PSIrD01o/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192801244221231410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBCJOA8DUTI/AAAAAAAAACM/za8PSIrD01o/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back home. For your info, the playground is just a floor down from my house. Just beside my kitchen. Behind the wall its an opening soon kindy. Hope that i can meet some cute guys in future. Kids are mostly cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it was cool swinging around and look at the sky at the same time. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-2557803982794827244?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/2557803982794827244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=2557803982794827244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2557803982794827244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/2557803982794827244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/04/simple-part-of-my-life.html' title='Simple part of my life'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SBCJMA8DURI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Lk-LC5Q4890/s72-c/DSC00162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-4212662535952593397</id><published>2008-04-22T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:12:33.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a crime?</title><content type='html'>Is look important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is an ugly girl consider as committing a crime everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-4212662535952593397?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/4212662535952593397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=4212662535952593397' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4212662535952593397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/4212662535952593397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-crime.html' title='Is it a crime?'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-5840905178271161501</id><published>2008-04-20T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:06:03.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Up</title><content type='html'>And you shall see the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC09999.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC09999.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/DSC09999.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC09934.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC09934.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/DSC09934.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look to the sky when I'm free to just look at the sky. The blue sky. And to do what I refer as "self-reflect". My friends find me weird to do such thing as self-reflect. But I just can't get rid of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-5840905178271161501?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/5840905178271161501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=5840905178271161501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5840905178271161501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/5840905178271161501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/04/look-up.html' title='Look Up'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-6139631831677797998</id><published>2008-04-17T20:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:39:22.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lorry</title><content type='html'>Today, when I was walking to the bus stop with josh. He kept asking me to walk slower, he wanted to "look at the surrounding", and to take something he wants. When i was helping him to look for some inspiration for him, I came across this lorry, with the word "MATANG LOGISTIC SDN BHD." Then I told him: Nah take this picture and blog- Am I "matang"? As usual, he gave me a wth look. I continued: If you don't want, I'll take. Then, I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC09818-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/DSC09818-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are growing, we and others(including our dear parents, uncles and aunties, friends..) tend to think, are you mature enough? Well, for me, we don't have to be mature in some situation. We don't have to try our best to think in a mature way just to make other people think we're mature. For example, when your parents think that watching tv everyday and not revising enough for your studies is not something a mature "kid" will do. But you still like to watch tv. Just go ahead! As long you know you can do it for studies later. That's me! Watching tv or shows are my LIFE! Life you know, which I can't live without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, your parents tell you not to colour your hair because those chemicals are not good for health. What you'll do? For me, I'll close my eyes and smile. *I got nothing to say, but my heart just tells me: Just do what you want! And, I did this this morning. I've got nothing to say. And this is not "tak matang". Maybe "tidak mendengar nasihat"? Or "nakal"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll choose to be "nakal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/Margaretjs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC09828-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-6139631831677797998?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/6139631831677797998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=6139631831677797998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6139631831677797998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/6139631831677797998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/04/lorry.html' title='The lorry'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644590283178515802.post-3141932378572332523</id><published>2008-04-16T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:00:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corner</title><content type='html'>Exam is around the corner. Well, let me count...&lt;br /&gt;40days left. Yes, first paper on 27May08. The day after my bd.(first time i cannot enjoy my bd in my entire 18yrs life time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still not into the study mood yet. I had stress for few days last month. But now, again, I'm back to the free and easy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret, please wake up! Can someone just scold me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644590283178515802-3141932378572332523?l=margylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/feeds/3141932378572332523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644590283178515802&amp;postID=3141932378572332523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3141932378572332523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644590283178515802/posts/default/3141932378572332523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margylau.blogspot.com/2008/04/corner.html' title='Corner'/><author><name>Margaret Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231425168639878541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5LZzD7nFZ0/SU9pfZ2C6BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j9HdnitC7Yk/S220/DSC01462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
