tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85679865487670426532024-02-21T07:42:36.914+08:00My Perspective, My LifeWill my perspective be different if I were in your shoes? Will yours be different if you were in mine?Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-31999958677922423452011-07-05T02:15:00.002+08:002011-07-05T02:31:51.416+08:00Leaving Sitiawan?<div style="text-align: justify;">Am typing this post in the middle of the night, 2.15am. Crazy, I'm suppose to be sleeping now. What happens to the mission of tuning back my biological clock? Went down to the drain, completely!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Come tomorrow, after lunch, I'll be driving down to Penang. Moving to Penang, to be exact. Going to start my working live two days later. Thinking of how I started this blog back then, oh my..how time flies. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sitiawan, a place I used to hate (8 years ago, to be exact). It has been my home for 8 years. I used to anticipate the day I could move away from Sitiawan. I got my wish 3 years back when I went for my degree. I got my wish now when I am going to work in Penang. Now I wish I could still stay at home to accompany my mom and sis and to come back here at least once a year, just to gather with my friends. The most precious secondary school friends I cherished. Ok, all in all..I will miss home comfort! Life without study stress nor working stress. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Note to self: Time to grow up and face the music, girl! Have a great working life! Who am I? "I'm possible"!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaTVgorSunsbG0LFVv_qstVuckaQpN80buaEk9D2aq3Vwgq_nuzHd3azdZswlXn_MhqSujXvi08vrGnMxeTWspn9sYrFXLW_wkW4leUoUxI75Qj8nDwTOqNuZTBsC8EqjJWLg4Shi0eSu/s400/impossible+says+i%2527m+possible.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625566486025473346" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-34543767415299359352011-07-03T13:01:00.011+08:002011-07-04T15:16:53.023+08:00Spending, before I even started earning..<div style="text-align: justify;">Once again, the title says it all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Graduated since end of May. Some coursemates are already working. Some are still hunting for a job, while some are still enjoying the time of their life travelling, relaxing at home. Mom and dad told me there's no need to rush in getting a job. Take my time and enjoy home comfort while I'm still home. However, when you see some of your friends started working, there is a feeling that you need to be working too already! The feeling is particularly stronger when you are spending without an income! Luckily I will be working starting this week. Ah, the guilt of spending before I know how to earn is finally drifting away.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lets see what I had spent these few weeks...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Meals. Especially when you have a sister that always ask for 'not-so-cheap' meals.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_gPlOvQNkvgL257MMzbtfm9Yhk3fnSmVlNS64PZKc6n2sNmIsns-O90bho8TwPt83MMHM1ZbSmwN7BdJ23Hih7X8M1YsVzuPtdHmNdr26WffhFlUO1i_2ylJMRxqgzMka-SIgRqKHIkq-/s400/Image246.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625090176168133762" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span">This is suppose to be a s</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">upper..sinful supper. No wonder both of us gained weight!!</span><br /><br /></span></i></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYR65TYZbFS-uYDNbdAdrjuOercDPnm54sl7JvzpKeKPp4yaKxLGploncGYlX5k-9P-b66AiR-FWAExJE1kH0LejrNIF6eCLnWEqOo5xnOw-J5mAzP-N3Pe-axjnnwV9G97_PoOVQDzUW-/s400/DSCN0322.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625086181531094786" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Sudden unplanned dinner at Swissomelt. She had another scoop of ice cream as dessert.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFU8SKE_q2BnFdUanXA77SVnu8MuuMwzJGwQ7DUeM4C8b4958v74psXdPUCS7AgxkZ_3hORcN_P_A0Fftk-Lz-OkM-p2YGEKgUAGnAsxTwWS4uhk8nlOv_SGMJUhDmrDZkUW1ZQ6PMV7ez/s400/DSCN0323.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625086179897172290" border="0" /></span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Nice crispy Fish & Chips. The portion is huge! I came for the latte. Taste like milk instead. </span><!--</font--></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">2. Facial care. The usual, facial wash, toner, etc. Girls' best friend. Now come and think of it, girls do have a lot of best friends.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">3. Maxis Broadband. Didn't cancel my Maxis Broadband subscription although I didn't need it as much as before.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">4. Handphone credit. Definitely over-budget for the last month. Way over....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">5. Hair!! Dyed my hair again due to my sister's complain. " Please la go and re-dye your hair, you are going to work soon. Image is very important ok??" Me: "Haiya, I'll be working in lab, it's not that people will stare at my hair. Although the roots doesn't match the rest of the hair" "Now only you know? Not nice la, go dye your hair!!!" So, there goes...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VRQTi1tcxtorC-Rw2riMWqEQC4Dny_FFv-EIL6KWKwhufV6XuxrqaaJCvXHS2aj6EAbboLptE_AwLqWqYUosCdxfFhPMyfOxdomrs3HZHPghpVlHtMQZOfhrhFz-1MxRGFsEkOUHYB6n/s400/DSCN0395.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625090175354023810" border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Temporary perm by that hair salon. Nice services! I think I better stick to straight hair though.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">6. My coming baby. "It's Exhilarating". Yes, it is really exhilarating. Exhilarate me to work! Have to pay for the down payment and monthly installment soon enough. It will be taking up a huge chunk of my coming budget (although it is a must for me to get around places), ouch!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfwMvo8uCOdfMaEK0H7_yYMalyMMlZJiDbYJ0BnYkgGZ9gfusrDy0gGrxEYyrZxF5yW_84Ja3juponxiBdu8ronUXCp2QVas-vCg6p2SxrOni490IVYgRZo0YORDuArN5PhwTmI4bdLXqP/s400/proton+saga+FL+1.6+IAM.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625111003376058738" border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">~It's not about the money, money, money,</span></i></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">We don't need your money, money, money,</span></i></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">We just wanna make the world dance,</span></i></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Forget about the price tag~</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Jessie's J's Price Tag. Nice and catchy song! Forget about the price tag? Yeah right..the first thing I check will always be the price tag. Kha-ching, kha-ching! It's time to work my ass off! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-23199010392154889032011-06-02T20:54:00.005+08:002011-07-04T15:08:52.705+08:00First Step Into Reality<div style="text-align: justify;">Mushrooming at home, figuring how to arrange my not so impressive resume into something more interesting. Wondering why didn't I tried harder, work harder, study harder and get around more?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Heard updates from friends, from Facebook that few of my coursemates, hometowns (both Sitiawan and Penang, lol) friends had secured a job. Some went to interviews, some are going for interviews, while many others are still waiting for replies from companies (which includes me, unfortunately). Sent few applications via jobstreets to a few companies in Penang two days ago. Still no reply.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Many said, there's no need to rush. Wait patiently and choose wisely. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I guess this is the time for me to train my patience, learning how to accept rejections and how to turn frustrations into motivations. Can I do it? I hope I can.</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-87365899347592665132011-05-07T13:33:00.007+08:002011-07-04T15:10:01.010+08:00Another Life Chapter is Coming to an End<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">060511, 0900, the time I sat for the last paper of my degree life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1100, the time I passed up the last paper of my degree life. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Provided that I passed all of my papers (should know the result in three weeks time? I think I could make the cut), submit final corrected copy of thesis in PDF form to the faculty....And then, there was it. The end of my university life, for now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Words alone can't express my feelings. There's one though: I'm glad. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One thing is for sure, I'll miss going to classes. I'll miss going to lab. I'll miss all the times we burned the midnight oil just to finish up our reports or to study for exams. I'll miss the times I cycle to campus. I'll miss our beautiful campus. I'll miss the nice scenery in Kampar. I'll miss the many times we gather around to celebrate birthdays, for assignments and reports, to have meals, to fool around, to relax, etc. Friends! I'll miss all of you and all the good times we had together. Thanks for the memories may it good or bad. Thanks for accepting me for who I am, and for making me who I am right now. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There has been a lot of ups and downs in 3 years. Not a long period of time, nor a short one either. Of course there has been doubts and regrets looking back right now. But all the questions will remain as 'What if?', right? Let bygones be bygone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ok, this post sounds downright emo. Yup, it 's proven. Packing up does make a person emo!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLMu2qZUJtBy9YJbCrYLqqAO0ta8s-NL0cY3ppzlSL4Osjk4-Ys6-lOkpu9KLsjuEiJGpRneoOBZfY-RABtXs_dFYiEsRl56_Y2bpJEJdiRgGfzD0pa1LidE__BSSCUc-GE88pz3tUCKzw/s400/DSCN8836.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603886648217586002" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Three years worth of notes and books, all packed into two large boxes. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Where am I going store these in my hometown? @@</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-19722739790764794012011-05-01T22:08:00.007+08:002011-05-02T08:39:18.861+08:00From Home, With Love<div style="text-align: justify;">Delicious, finger-licking good home-cooked dinner by mummy, delivered by my brother (with mom and sis) all the way from Sitiawan to Kampar. How warm is that!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All this started with my brother. Mom always 'complained' that it's tiring when my brother is home for holidays, because she needs to cook everyday and there must be meat on the table, haha! (but she always have new recipes ready when we are home ^^). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back to the story. One day, my bro ask mom....</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Robin: Mummy, when are u going to cook 'hong du ka'? Cook la, long time didn't have 'hong du ka' d. Then I can bring to kampar for jie jie also."</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mom: All the way from Sitiawan to Kampar?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Robin: Yeah, I want to go and find my jie jie, cannot ah?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This was what mom told me from the telephone. Then mom said :" I'll cook chicken soup also la, with some herbs, give you extra energy for your exam." Wah, I'm so touched! Gam dong~T_T</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, here's my wonderful dinner tonight~</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2s0NUsMjuXfHtvFBroLkpe-Wq7neK1a7m6PNWBGJWEW_6PUgcoh-n364fAEKe6lNYpVA0zcJlS-BYQ6_f59geNw6PAFdfrDaWcGQnnwwtf2Gzz-nIq3RKLJPo07WpwPwbqGWEEVAGviOB/s400/DSCN8796.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601750764263339794" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><i>~My favourite Ikan Bawal, 'Hong du ka' and chicken soup. YUMMY~</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The food portion was huge! Kept some of them into the fridge. My lunch and dinner for next two days settled, hahaha!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Now come and think of it, I never prepared a meal for my mom. Except for breakfast in bed, cakes, desserts, and spagetthi? I have never prepare a normal '3 dishes + 1 soup' meal for mom. Time to practice and cook for mom soon! And for my brother, maybe I'll make dumpling and deliver it all the way to Kajang for him? Don't keep your hopes high thought, I said MAYBE! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Ok, I'm all charged. Time to burn the midnight oil tonight. Two more papers to go! Aza aza fighting!!</span></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-71497756320537734792011-04-24T20:48:00.009+08:002011-05-02T08:40:41.597+08:00FYP vs Pregnancy<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pure joy! That's how I felt when I was printing out my thesis. I couldn't even control my smile when we were having our lunch moments before the 'big moment'. Suddenly, there's a thinking, this is it! After so many months, this is it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ohya, we called our thesis as Baby, and it's a twin! (cause we need to submit two copies to the Faculty, one copy for each assessor.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wG7PNRWdKoWpD74eWpDUdTIwnRUKKOE1ghBfwqIflqNCvLyXs0-hEgKFYFR8zxpO8_22l6MPBUEnSbN7bFc081KhhfROfx5DvW1gmiWFkWpZxdUdEykeHDq-tcwCBNzYneObx1pDO8N_/s400/DSCN8765.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599141568965466530" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><i>~My babies~</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Seriously, Final Year Project was just like a pregnancy. We started our FYP bench work during early October last year, which lasted for 3 months till mid January this year. Then has been writing our thesis for the past few months. Reading journals, writing, correcting, rewrite, correct again..bla bla bla..took us 7 months! Similarities between FYP and pregnancy? Here goes!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Choosing FYP title was just like choosing your partner. FYP - Find Your Partner -->, Finalised Your Partment->, Forever Your Partner, there's no turning back <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;font-size:11;" >(</span></span>Yuen, 2010). Except for our case, it's our partner for few months only. However, it's an experience that last forever, right?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Bench work: It's like the first trimester of pregnancy, where we always heard from elders it's the most important stage, have to becareful etc. Same applies to FYP. By hook or by crook, you'll have to complete your bench work in three month's time, no matter how much you have to do, you'll have to finish it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2eyBaEdIaqQF1SE_udInhlSUxV4aGMQEUkAhVEuPQ1COczx8G5gGOIc2zT5C-G5CSqYyQVCQ1PX8lDJnemZEKn2VM9PQ_QNMYB6puroArRtH4PE0BR2tmGIGuRkRl0r_bHtEPbhGIrpEm/s400/DSCN6652.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599141561642828354" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Oh, I miss my bench~</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Supervisor: During pregnancy, the pregnant lady has to go for check-ups right? And who did the check-ups? Doctors. As for our FYP supervisor, most of them have the designation 'Dr." in front of their name too! Hahaha!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8HzgsfxL_oywNmdtYfA-VuToRRHIqRCNFNNotelYv2MyVp1TnxsSIaVOd27uLAi-f1I0FhqAbJQXcYwZKtQbVW8YHqpYt9c0AKh5OYHToB8qUQgSKowXZw9QFXf-QkHHW1Ygn4Sm-Gpi/s400/DSCN8760.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599141579353584690" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">My supervisor Dr. Kho..shh, don't tell her we got this pic ^^</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Strict but is a very very caring supervisor!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. Pain-stalking journal hunting and reading. Just like pregnancy, parents nowadays, young parents especially, will read a lot of articles on pregnancy. What to do, what not to do, which will be the best for your child etc. FYP? There's only one word to describe it: Argh! (Is argh a word? lol!). There are so many articles out there, but so many of them (that I wanted) has to be subscribed. I have to ask help from friends whose Uni has larger database than UTAR. Special thanks to HUI LI and JULIE!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfjKiTwBO-TP7qxG5b3_B8SH_KpE2WSbj4PhzM52WHKB54zCX1MUeVawMxTMnKuR8xLqmc4mpT5_TcIcR1NxxBTeg5jLFjBatXa8FslxuqAyFT_UWBcS-6MSdJ8FpsDaKY7lyngIq1s8QA/s400/DSCN8363.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599141566644231570" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Thesis writing. This is considered a quite organised table. You haven't see the worst~</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Spent countless sleepless night just because of it. I think it is applicable to both cases? Haha!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. The feeling of pure joy when it's finally done. All the hard work months before was worth it. Like a mother after delivering her baby (from what I saw in movies, and from my mom's stories), you'll forget all the hardship you faced when you see your baby. Yeah, the moment I saw my thesis coming out piece by piece from the printing machine, I' m just speechless~</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqwdBquxUOdmep-fgpGZIk4lG9hTW4mFhIMUX0NY_7Zuxh4U4Jw0tKg4AXugFpYssQTFvZRj8umrljTxKAgHzA4BofNvk5VQL4LGSDE8PVwPJk8_MhoVY6s9d5rLX_GJ9d5yHhse33VcT/s400/DSCN8763.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599147631270019874" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">It's here, it's here!!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Difference between pregnancy wit</span>h FYP is: you have to take care of the child for your whole life. FYP? Maybe it'll affect the life of some of us, who knows?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcfebhecxRJLpTbwpWq0vRoM1oFTTsE0MrT3rc63z_Mqfkox6OP1DbqN_Yhgu3sNp6Hb5JmwcRvyrThCVjTtMTzqGH_r8lY8C6z4-IJg6vrjOscMDMywmingfRCuzjhK-80RI129vE4cB/s400/DSCN8774.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599141574455728850" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Me and Pei Sin, carrying our babies, hahaha</i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span">!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6NY68il09SSInnbNjWA4upSOy-U9i6F0fmGuIZBd8U6FWWbWBtFGZ0GhmNLTxzqICSceCmaqVCAgV-Iy1mq5LPaPWYvGhLNwI9Z-3otI3yw5JpXhTk3dBB_5rOzljd9G9RvFNgi5IrAwV/s400/110424+collage2.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599147635878554306" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">All DONE! Hope we'll all get great marks for that~</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>P/S: THANK YOU DR. KHO and my postgrad senior RACHEL! LOVE YOU GUYS!!! Oops, GIRLS!</i></span></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-69303204976604521762011-04-18T14:08:00.004+08:002011-04-18T14:37:27.775+08:00And Then It's Week 14<div style="text-align: justify;">Finally it's here...week 14, the final week of the semester.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQeiC9cc5xZ2XjWf8i2nSzK0IVYNxV8BCmmioe0zmtNsc7TyTO2RVZ9iz025XjpmLUesaD2iSc-beuwLMl_wNxIzLXCLVzhxSWnvEPae2Uhtgx_MYchLorIz2oCdtO0pFc29W3AN9dkCCV/s400/DSCN8654.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596806526813164178" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Highlighter was broken just when I need it the most</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For some, it's just another final week of the semester. No more lecture class (except if the lecturer decides to gives 'guidelines'), no more labs, no more quiz, no more presentation.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For us, it's the final week of our lives as an undergraduate. And it's the most hectic one. Just had our last test (ain't turn out good for me though), going to have our last lecture soon, final year project presentation and thesis correction all in a week. All we have for study week is just 3 'study days'. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqaQ4CpzN7Aiaz3vx510nbJLV1O7fqGG2HrytAV1EBMGBdppzLOEWsaBcJQY0gpFNEptoXqCmay4FXwPPIzIVZJasuz3mF5_jGMZ7QhFD2-cp3v0ZiBRD6A65dHfJBDqBY-o8xVf-pAig/s400/DSCN8620.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596806534173369042" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Drinking this to help me stay awake! </span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UjLfQtQ98ufkMTVBZc9irvEiTNYTTJHJvl02TimC1gmADnXamx3ouZFU_tgdA5yn-MJs4m69LEucQELQye7hLj7uazgivRdSgnEip8YjXrZ2qnOvLT_Zxpy0E3wyBX0tQ818M6_xA_-d/s400/DSCN8616.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596806535551859282" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Yeah, my most trusted coffee (Instant one though >.<) and to be corrected thesis..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So fellow course-mates, Biotech May'08. This is it. Like Dr. Loh said: Be Bold, Be Strong! </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Good luck for all of us! We can do it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-75072820687656412812011-03-18T13:22:00.002+08:002011-03-18T13:29:18.317+08:00转贴今天在面子书看到了这篇文章,觉得非常有意思,所以就在这儿分享分享。。超喜欢第一句的^^<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >第一句</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 32px; ">如果我們之間有1000步的距離</div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 32px; ">你只要跨出第1步</div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 32px; ">我就會朝你的方向走其餘的999步</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">第二句</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">通常願意留下來跟你爭吵的人</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">才是真正愛你的人</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">第三句</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">付出真心 才會得到真心</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">卻也可能傷得徹底</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">保持距離 就能保護自己</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">卻也注定永遠寂寞</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">第四句</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">有時候 不是對方不在乎你</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">而是你把對方看得太重</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">第五句</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">朋友就是把你看透了 還能喜歡你的人</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">第六句</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">就算是believe(相信) 中間也藏了一個lie(謊言)</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">第七句</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">真正的好朋友</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">並不是在一起就有聊不完的話題</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">而是在一起 就算不說話</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">也不會感到尷尬</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">第八句</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">沒有一百分的另一半</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">只有五十分的兩個人</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">第九句</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">為你的難過而快樂的 是敵人</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">為你的快樂而快樂的 是朋友</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">為你的難過而難過的</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">就是那些 該放進心裡的人</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">第十句</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">冷漠 有時候並不是無情</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; ">只是一種避免被傷害的工具</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"><br /></span></div></span></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-62550529472035731792011-03-12T08:28:00.002+08:002011-03-12T10:08:18.476+08:00Warmth From Home<div style="text-align: justify;">Fruits, Vitamin C and red bean soup, all from home~</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My parents and my sis came to Kampar for a short visit yesterday evening. Hehe, I know my parents are missing me, cause they had been asking when I'm going home for the past two weeks. My sister however, is a different story. She didn't know she have to tag along until my mom suddenly told her an hour before they start their journey here, teehee!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Their timing was really great. I just barely close my room door after I reach home from campus (stranded there for more than an hour, stupid rain!) and there they are! How can I know? My sister kicked my door, like usual...Hm, time to teach her how to use her knuckles to KNOCK on the door, not kick eh! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Spent few hours chatting with mom. Sis use my laptop to poke around and gossiped with us. Dad? Napping of course~ Wanted to bring them for dinner at 'wo wen tian' , the famous claypot Dong Po Rou, but as usual, no luck =( Out of all places in Kampar, we had McDonald's for dinner. Mom and sis happy lo~ Haha!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Although it's a short visit from my parents, I felt recharged! Note to myself: faster finish up my thesis writing, lab reports and start revising for upcoming test! Then, I can go home~ Mom, I'll bring to you to have McD Breakfast when I'm back ok? </div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-18070775098239701772011-03-04T21:00:00.003+08:002011-03-04T21:16:20.259+08:00无题有没有这种经验? 满怀心事,但是说不出口。不是不要说,而是完全不能说。。。<div><br /></div><div>地,肮脏了,抹了抹,就没事了。</div><div>那么,心灵呢?</div><div><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-37520489916688106342011-02-02T01:07:00.005+08:002011-07-04T15:10:44.909+08:00Gathering. Chats. Picture-taking<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yup, the title pretty much sums up the 'must-do-list' in most gathering.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The meaning of gatherings: we gather; we eat, talk and listen, update on each other; and most important, we take pictures, lots of them! By the end of the day, we look at the pictures, and think:' Oh my, how time flies!'.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just had my form 5 class gathering yesterday. This is the first time we held it before Chinese New Year since 2008 (due to short Chinese New Year break and exams that kills the mood). Wow, 4th year already. Clap! Clap! Clap! Keep up the tradition guys! One suggestion (shall not mention who made it) though, can we change location next year?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As usual, few of us hanged out after class gathering, few hours is simply not enough for us talkative girls! Hence, we changed location to Secret Recipe at Marina Island. A slice of cake and a cup of tea was sufficient to make us sit there for 3 hours, and chat non-stop. Yup, girls.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cam-whoring session! Okay, nicer term...photo-taking session. Did not take much picture with my camera though, since there were so many cameras around. However, I did take these~</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71EpcVXPoCEtLVbCmqu5kLCqXD76hNfSdmmKpjNchlSgHtDRjmyF9SdOXoKqT5h3zbKccYIds-z8ZiMvD8n8XccDaYiJ2OOvwzithNzPceOwH_teRHwnUyDVmrvCKbbACSuklRxTs5VR6/s400/20110201.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568776233033472514" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It might be few months later, or one year later, it will still feels like we just chat not long ago for me. Till then friends! Am already looking forward meeting u girls again~</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-2691965586054972072011-01-17T10:18:00.002+08:002011-01-17T10:33:18.617+08:00Final Semester<div style="text-align: justify;">Time flies. 3 years ago, I was still a fresh graduate from Form 6, working as a clerk at The Store to earn some pocket money, gain some experience and pass my time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now here I am, 3 years later, starting on the final semester of my undergrad studies. With the deadline of thesis draft submittion approaching, I didn't really have the time to reflect on myself (excuses!) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Where will all of us be 3 years from now? I don't know. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All I know is, no matter what our decision will be, either continue our studies, or join the working force, I'll forever remember the precious few months we will be having together.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Study hard, study smart, study like there's no tomorrow(if there's no tomorrow, I won't be studying, won't I? Hehe!). Cross our fingers and wish for the best. Make full use of the remaining times we have together and make more memories! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dear coursemates, cheong ah!!!!!</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-50839114482369498312010-12-05T21:47:00.005+08:002010-12-05T22:51:32.845+08:00Family<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Spent the whole weekend with my family for a shopping spree in KL. Didn't know when it started, but it has kinda been a 'ritual' to my family to buy clothes during December for the coming year's Chinese New Year. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This time around we stayed at The Summit, Subang again. Spent the whole Saturday at Mid Valley again. Burned a huge hole in my dad's pocket again, hehe =P. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love it when I'm with my family, even when we were staying at a hotel, it feels like home to me. Many things remain unchanged: brother and sister being silly and childish which they'll never act in front of their friends, mom's nagging and her style when she's tired (multi layer eye-lids and very moody, haha!), dad's snoring when he's sleeping soundly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While some of the things remain unchanged, many changed as well. Noticed that daddy and mummy are getting older. It's not that they are old, but their body is obviously not as young as few years back. I have to talk louder when I'm talking to daddy, I have to walk slower when I'm walking with mummy (as usual, hehe), their skin feels softer due to gradually sagging skin, there are more wrinkles on their face, more white hairs prodding out from their hair. Suddenly I feel that I'm not a good daughter. I should be taking care of them instead of still letting them worrying about me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">From now on, I'll: listen patiently when chatting with mom even if she is repeating the same old story again and again, call home instead of waiting for mom's call even though it cost few ringgits (okok, i'm stingy, happy?), listen patiently when dad is telling his story from company even when I dunno who are the uncles he is referring to, call my brother instead of chatting through msn, nag my sister less (maybe) and chat with her more....most of all, take care of myself before I can take care of my family, right?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04HS28SuV9laJd2wXe4p7n9DGllX2eZVeUNFHuOOnOl214ak2bBJaQmT7n_IgOGpcbKKEnfucvx1Pb2Yqp51uQ6CqVkgTkrjGBws2RIDaRGYre7cW4DQW18eWv2yqgnztnliwyV5yHVHW/s320/P1010158.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547209573338389426" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">~Home is where my heart is, where my family belongs~</span></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-5037669258399454752010-10-20T05:55:00.010+08:002010-12-30T00:06:09.527+08:00Longing<div style="text-align: justify;">For the first time in Kampar, I cannot sleep because of the weather. Slept for three hours when I needed more of it. The fan was already spinning almost to the maximum speed yet my room is so stuffy. Looking at the statuses in Facebook does not help either. Everyone was complaining about the hot weather. In Daoist's beliefs, there are suppose to be shower during Nine Emperor God festival. It came and went this year, without a drop of rain. Someone joked that even the God couldn't overcome global warming.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">October, monsoon changing season. Expected to have lesser rainfall. I'm not the one who usually remember when it last rain or shine, however it has been at least two weeks since it last rain, or as far as I could recall.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></div><span><span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" >~Let the rain fall down, </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span><span>A</span></span>nd wake my dreams, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Let it wash away, my sanity, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cause I wanna feel the thunder, I wanna scream, </span><div><div><span><span > Let the rain fall down,</span></span></div><div><span><span > I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean~ </span></span></div><div><span><span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" > Come Clean- Hilary Duff</span></i></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US"><span><span>p/s: feel the thunder? No thanks, haha!</span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p></span><p></p></span></div></div></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-58683573165085056082010-10-09T14:15:00.002+08:002010-10-09T14:30:49.434+08:00仰望星空<div style="text-align: justify;">突然间,我又多出了一个星期的假期,无言。。。</div><div style="text-align: justify;">昨天下午四点多收到了教授的电邮,告诉我们她下星期不在,要我们十八号再去实验室。早些告诉我嘛!让我呆呆的呆在金宝一个星期,快发霉了^^</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">怎么办?回家咯,反正才一个小时多的路程,回家免得妈妈担心。。辛苦爸爸了,晚上八点多来载我,十一点多又去上班了。</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">在回家的路途上,突然望上天空,发现有好多星星哦!一路上没什么路灯,天空还蛮晴朗的,没有月亮,让星星闪烁得更亮。好久好久没有在车上看星星了,很舒服,但是过后还蛮晕的,哈哈!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">看到这些星星,让我想起与朋友去年躺在足球场上看星星的时候。很快的我们就要毕业,开始令一段新生活了,将来会是怎样?没人知。但我相信,我们会活得更精彩!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">p/s: 第一次用华文打不落格,好不习惯哦!华语又退步了 <span class="Apple-style-span" >T_T</span></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-3219960469666173132010-10-03T20:40:00.005+08:002010-10-03T21:16:01.136+08:00Payback Time~<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>God, it feels so good to be able to blast back..*evil smile*<div><br /></div><div>After disturbing me for weeks, finally I discovered the source of evil! Ok, I'm exaggerating. For weeks, someone living near my house has been switching on his/her speaker really loud (with bass) randomly. Early in the morning, afternoon, near midnight, middle of the night..you name it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Now I know. The person that I had been silently 'cursing' for weeks is a guy, living just opposite my house, 2nd floor, also facing the back alley. He blasted his speaker moments ago, I follow suit by increasing on my laptop volume to almost 70 and blasted some korean songs. Thanks to the echo, it was really loud, lol! Luckily there are so few people in this housing area now, with the nearest a few houses away, no worries of disturbing other people =P</div><div><br /></div><div>Please be more considerate, if you want to enjoy the sensation of bobbing your head along with the bass, use a headphone!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNrYzMsWfp0Sh51JGGj2JfRn22EtJOtCN30hLUhpCTQ6PGLnoOoFYWIjeLTIC_ETJcZLvuvoT_wg1_HB2V-risfykARr1cu1XWynH1HlKrRZT1I5Dmnur1oiU0EGgcVcGU4rM7YnQXT9l/s320/colorblock_headphones.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523806661246798722" />Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-58431698242376133482010-10-02T21:51:00.003+08:002010-10-02T22:49:05.988+08:00Home Comfort<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >It's Saturday night, 12 more hours to go before I'm leaving from the comfort of being pampered at home to Kampar again. I'm usually not a homesick type of person. How can you be homesick when you are at home? Guess there's a first for everything.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Days I'm at home since last year:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >December 09-Jan 10: 3weeks</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >February: 1 week (CNY)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >May: 2weeks (sem break)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sept:2weeks (study week and raya), 1week (sem break)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Dec: who knows how long my project will take???</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Come and think of it, I had 9weeks of holiday, not suppose to be whining right? Have only a few days of break after final...didn't even have the time time switch my mood into holiday mood, as I need to switch it back again few days later, no point right?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maybe I'm never comfortable with facing the unknown, and of course the possibility of staying alone in an empty 3 story house (and maybe the whole street) for almost 2 weeks...no one to talk crap to!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >It's time to grow up mentally girl, but right now, I just wanna be daddy's mummy's little girl and sulk about the fact that my holiday is so short!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-64730968307576417782010-09-25T19:07:00.004+08:002010-10-02T22:49:45.035+08:00Rainy Days<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Two songs I hummed a lot recently:<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" >~you are my sunshine, my only sunshine</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" > you made me happy, when skies are grey~</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" >~rain, rain go away, come again another day~</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><br />Yup, the weather in Kampar is once again, unpredictable! Just the week before finals for this semester, everyone was complaining how long since it last rain heavily. Guess we got our wishes, it just can't stop raining for days! Drizzling, raining heavily, stop...suddenly rain heavily again, then stop, rain again! The cycle goes on and on until I had lost count of it. The weather is so cool that it makes you just want to cuddle up with your blanket and forget all about your exam.<br /><br />Missed Mid-Autumn celebration this year because of the rain too, please let the sun shine next Monday? We need to celebrate the end of our exam =P<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" >~ in the heat of Summer Sunshine, I miss you~</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Glitters"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img alt="myspace layouts" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/miscellaneous/miscellaneous_484.gif" border="0" /></span></a></div><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Glitters"></a></p>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-4986827473202159042010-04-14T15:44:00.003+08:002010-04-14T16:09:25.588+08:00Stacko? Jenga?<div style="text-align: justify;">We used to go out every night at 7pm in a group for our dinner. Due to 'unlimited' test, assignment and reports, the bad weather, laziness..and of course some 'issues', our 'dinner gang' has been very unstable. So, only Eileen, Kaswin and me when out last week, forgot when is the day...to Forest Cafe...<br /><br />Remember the game where we stack up 3 wooden sticks on every floor into a tower and we have to pull out the sticks one by one and hope it won't fall? What is the name of the game..jenga? stacko? The label says the duration for a game is around 15 minute and we finish it in 3 minutes for the first few games.<br /><br />We were extremely fast? Or badly skilled? I choose the first choice though..^^<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73EKt77lRnPXj4m8P5ZiP-PV9hpIG46HOJxIT0XW1hxIVNI75Az-1DKx5NI3FyquTeWkg_eFSFlUmCuptZ_mIg0RHfawnickwLeY9R97j71shk_w4HmaNU_P-w-zinUP2r7Jot9lXS3_e/s1600/Image041.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73EKt77lRnPXj4m8P5ZiP-PV9hpIG46HOJxIT0XW1hxIVNI75Az-1DKx5NI3FyquTeWkg_eFSFlUmCuptZ_mIg0RHfawnickwLeY9R97j71shk_w4HmaNU_P-w-zinUP2r7Jot9lXS3_e/s320/Image041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459901660366506738" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-81738820320217479942009-12-22T12:20:00.003+08:002009-12-22T12:44:25.683+08:00Sorry, Sorry - Winter Solstice versionThere's an old saying in chinese about winter solstice: 冬至大如年 which means winter solstice is as great as Chinese New Year. I was preparing 'tang yuan' with my mom and sister last night. We were chatting and joking when both me and my sister came up with this silly idea....<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Original version by Super Junior</span>:<br />Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry<br />Naega naega naega meonjeo<br />Nege nege nege ppajyeo<br />Ppajyeo ppajyeo beoryeo baby<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">My version:winter solstice ( 冬至)</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Sing In Hokkien!</span><br />sou nyi, sou nyi, sou nyi, sou nyi,<br />dang zek, dang zek tio bui sou nyi,<br />ang sek, pek sek, ngui sek, qeng sek,<br />di, di, nyi, nyi, chiak liao happy!<br /><br />translation in chinese:<br />搓汤圆,搓汤圆,搓汤圆,搓汤圆,<br />冬至, 冬至,必须搓汤圆,<br />红色,白色,黄色,青色,<br />甜甜圆圆,吃了happy!<br /><br />Happy Winter Solstice! 冬至快乐!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbberVbnRhznkjSfxW1CLblOmGbqSwjYPEKBXCkGXCC8I1r0nQ6q_PhrlOOeDzDSdOdKIgH2MlGvCdSsRpu3oeFICcoR6i4QP1Eq5lhM5pqNUH4jSV0BNt9ncFnyVwXyLBT8OCJkCFFuW/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbberVbnRhznkjSfxW1CLblOmGbqSwjYPEKBXCkGXCC8I1r0nQ6q_PhrlOOeDzDSdOdKIgH2MlGvCdSsRpu3oeFICcoR6i4QP1Eq5lhM5pqNUH4jSV0BNt9ncFnyVwXyLBT8OCJkCFFuW/s320/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417916118033754450" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"> In process last night....</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcH5HTGI4LzrjjYuAXKq2rDFaj5Xor_bYgbTkoyuc9kNxDapbviPdXDbq85Rm2m97mlxxtOfXSj7lf8ggFIqaGW__VlYWZ6dfpiPjO6PT269q47zkaEwsVMRrxsqxvVgOW8EC1wKvHP5M9/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcH5HTGI4LzrjjYuAXKq2rDFaj5Xor_bYgbTkoyuc9kNxDapbviPdXDbq85Rm2m97mlxxtOfXSj7lf8ggFIqaGW__VlYWZ6dfpiPjO6PT269q47zkaEwsVMRrxsqxvVgOW8EC1wKvHP5M9/s320/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417916384246454098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Presenting.....Tang Yuan!</span></span><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-90153438502535709412009-12-17T14:02:00.007+08:002009-12-17T14:53:21.374+08:00Hot Showers + Broadband<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm BACK!!<br /><br />Just completed my internship at Pathlab HQ in Kelana Jaya two days ago. It was very educating, interesting, fun, chaotic, boring...you name it..but in a nutshell, I do not regret applying for internship. It might be boring sometimes, and the reports are killing (this internship is only an optional, why on earth we have to write soooooo many reports, and soooo detailed for the final report??!!!). Anyway, I made a great number of friends, and gained a lot of experience.<br /><br />Back to the topic. Hot showers!<br /><br />I never fully appreciate the wonders of water heater until I had my real hot shower yesterday for the past 11 weeks! We (Cindy, Eileen, and I) were staying at Pathlab's company house for the whole duration of our industrial training. I can stand with everything there except for one: there's no HOT SHOWER! I'm not used to cold showers, especially early in the morning and at night. It's so freezing! I think I deserve a pat on my back for bearing with it for 11 weeks, haha..<br /><br />Next: Broadband Connection<br /><br />Although Eileen got Celcom Broadband, but it was very very slow.. I can't even open my e-mail sometimes, let alone updating Facebooks, chat on MSN messenger, watching movies at ppstream. So, when I finally online using my house's Streamyx connection yesterday, I was sooo excited! Felt like I'm back, no longer outdated..update me people! Haha<br /><br />Anyway, going to Penang from next Wednesday till 2nd of January (if not, I'll be left alone at home with no one to chat with, what a nightmare!). Hope can catch up with some friends there!<br /><br />Penang hawker foods, HERE I COME!!<br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-74723366194147909412009-11-08T01:18:00.007+08:002009-11-08T02:02:25.739+08:00Being Me<div style="text-align: justify;">I remember reading a scene in Harry Potter series where Hermione snapped at Ron with his ability to process only a little amount of feelings at a particular time.<br /><br />I think she used the word teaspoon to describe it. Some people, especially guys really lack in the field of sensing feelings (or they just simply choose to ignore it). What a boring life one will have, because there will be only a little excitement, right? Some on the other hand is blessed with the ability to sense a cauldron-full of feelings at a time, and most of the time, they tend to over-analyze stuffs. What a life, it's like having a firework-thunderstorm hybrid machine embedded in your head, keep getting 'explosive waves' of thoughts and feelings all the time. Really, I'll think that I'm going insane if I could be excited, depressed, stressed and relaxed at the same time. Hm, I think I'm in the middle....<br /><br />What has been going on my mind in the last hour:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Happy:</span><br />Yeah, it's Sunday! Who doesn't like Sunday? No class, off-day, can sleep in, slumber.... had always like weekends since I could memorize the days of a week.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Excited: </span><br />Going to Sunway Pyramid tomorrow, and since my sis is following her school trip to Genting and is going to spend their first day of the trip in Sunway, I'LL GET TO MEET HER! YES!!! Going to buy a long overdue birthday present for her (let her pick her own present, because she is really picky this year and I have no idea what to give her...), bring her for a nice meal...I'm such a good sis..hahahaha...(syok sendiri-ing)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Relaxed:</span><br />Drinking hot milo in a air-cond room, watching movie, typing a blog entry, and started reading Where Rainbows End while waiting for the movie to load. One friend is sleeping, while another is chatting with someone on her phone in another room, complete silence except for the steady typing sound..<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Frustrated:</span><br />Halfway through the novel, can't stand the stupid male main character in the book, skipped to the last few pages and regretted immediately. Omg, use 50 years to realize that you like her? It's not stupid, it's plain DUMB! Ohya, kinda frustrated with a friend of mine now, the more I think, the more I'm mad.....<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">A lil-bit stressed:</span><br />Haven't type a single word in my weekly report, and still altering my over-due monthly report. I rather do experiment report than monthly report. Everything is still like a giant piece of puzzle.<br /><br />Guess I'm still normal for a average 21 year-old, right?<br /><br />-ciao-<br />xoxoxox<br /><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-89163839472539410022009-10-20T19:32:00.005+08:002009-10-20T20:03:25.710+08:00Now I Know The Word STRESSEDI know my responsibilities are quite heavy, one mistake and I could accidentally kill a person..<br /><br />Ok, I'm exaggerating...but it is still quite serious.<br /><br />This is what happened. I forgot to run a conformation test for the serum which the doctor requested to check for syphilis. I'm just went into Serology department for the second day, and already make mistakes. Luckily Biochemistry department haven't run the serum for other biochemical test when I realized my mistakes, or I'll have explanations to do. Syphilis is curable nowadays, but it still could be fatal. What if my mistakes causes the diagnosis to be late, and 'killed' the client in the end? Imagine if I did the same mistakes when screening for HIV...<br /><br />My parents are in KL for the second day, but are too busy to find me, plus I didn't dare to go and find them myself, cause my dad would have to fetch me all the way back to kelana jaya. I'm a good girl ok? Dun wanna trouble my dad.. I'm in such a bad mood....haiz...<br /><br />More updates on internship later..<br /><br />Right now, I juz wanna sulk...Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-13523132813044397862009-10-01T23:24:00.003+08:002009-10-01T23:40:47.763+08:00Coming up: INTERNSHIP!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Hehehe, that's right! Internships for Biotech Year 2 is going to start soon!! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Starting from next Monday (5/10/09), I'll be completing my internship at Pathology & Clinical Laboratory Sdn. Bhd. in Kelana Jaya. It's the HQ for the whole Pathlab chain in Malaysia..but who cares? As long as I could learn something, which I think, I probably would learn a lot..(no allowance...haizz..)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">I would like the thank Eileen's mother for everything..hehe</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">One downside: weekly reports for internal supervisor a.k.a assigned lecturer from University. WEEKLY! Received an e-mail from Dr.Choo today: short report, a summary of approximately 2 pages..which exclude the cover page, I think. Thanks to the non-stop experiment report almost every week since first sem, this should be much problem, right? Certainly hope so!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Anyway, I would be living with Eileen and Cindy for whole 11 weeks. O.O</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Happy, excited, anticipating...wahahaha...wondering how much crazy stuffs we would be doing again..hm...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">This would be my second 'job'..another working experience..yeah! Ohya, I won't be able to online as frequent as now in the next three months I think..I certainly would miss the wonders of internet A LOT! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Well, sometimes we have to make some sacrifices to gain something, right? </span><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567986548767042653.post-23121121251186350242009-09-21T03:04:00.007+08:002009-09-21T03:26:58.187+08:00A line that makes everything different<div style="text-align: justify;">Few more days, to be exact, three more days, including today, we will be having the last last paper in final for this semester. Principles of Biotechnology. Everyone is every excited, starting to switch gear to holiday mood. Yup, it has been a long year. From January till September, two crazily, hectically packed semester (last semester's timetable which were insane and this semester's subjects)..of course everyone is looking forward for a good rest..<br /><br />Industrial training is going to start soon. I will have to go to KL after returning to home for a week soon.<br /><br />I was ecstatic for the coming holiday...too many things happened in this few months, I need a break. I was ecstatic for the industrial training...finally, I could live in a place with malls or any sort of entertainments just few minutes away after about 7 years. But now, I wasn't.<br /><br />A bad news came to my family last week. I was looking so much forward to go home, am still now.. but now I know, the atmosphere will be different from what I imagined before this..it will be kinda sombre. It's not like I wanna run away from it, it's just that I dunno how to face it. Instead of feeling ecstatic for industrial training, suddenly the mood was down one notch, from ecstatic to well, maybe 'happy' might be good enough to describe it.<br /><br />Well, there's no way to turn back everything now. I remembered one of the birthday wishes of both KaSwin and Sam made this month: I wish that one wish of my friends will come true. I have one wish now. I wish that all my family members are healthy. I wish that the condition is positive and is treatable..(this is some issue I cannot share here).<br /><br />I believe in fairies, I believe in God, I believe in religions, I believe in Science. But now, FAITH is the only thing I could rely on. Be strong for the sake of the family!<br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952960701066346891noreply@blogger.com5