<?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-5527359177108292745</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:50:27.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunung Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-1685830172219323467</id><published>2011-01-03T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:08:22.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, December and early January was totally packed for me. From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt; to Sarawak to Singapore to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bahru&lt;/span&gt; and Singapore again and back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; again. Thinking about it made me realise how fast time pass and now my college is about to start so soon that I think I am gonna die! Many of my friends have started their semester already, Jenny started first today. Hope it went well for her. We are all starting about the same time expect those who are taking different courses and those going back to Australia. Bet time past damn fast for them too! So many things to do and so many places to go and so many people to catch up with. Yeah, I miss my college friends but I miss hope too! And I dread the fact that I won't be able to *maybe* spend my 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; with my family. So that is why I am not looking forward to go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I can totally summarize how December started and ended. Started with a dinner with my college mates. Had seafood and man it was epic-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; good and expensive as well. Did a good deed that night by fulfilling some orphans Christmas wish. Bought presents for her. Hope that she liked the presents we bought from her. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TSHc03KhElI/AAAAAAAAB0k/zw8g3Wbxku8/s400/154256_1637145287239_1194947916_31666819_5002065_n.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_5557966215871271506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was a Christmas party with Nicole's church friends were I had loads of fun and made loads of new friends. Singing, playing games and stuff. It was really, really fun. Thanks for inviting me, Nicole! Hope you enjoyed your Australia trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TSHdriI8gPI/AAAAAAAAB0s/06dTkNJAeak/s400/150545_467474486555_627896555_5971932_3001811_n.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557967155120341234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, a sudden decision to follow my parents to Sarawak because they were afraid that I would be alone for too long in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt;. So I bought bus tickets and my Dad booked air tickets for me and I went along to Sarawak and the trip was awesome. Filled with awesome food and also exciting adventure. Climbed caves, walked 200 steps to a church and also hiked up a mountain in the rain. Man, that was a big achievement. Everything went well except for the fact that my camera went cuckoo and decided to fail on me. Then when I came back from Sarawak, the whole camera could not turn on anymore. How asshole-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TSHf8egeIaI/AAAAAAAAB00/EZHnx1Oh4Dg/s400/IMG_3047.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_5557969645226303906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Coming back after about 6 days of waking up early, I had to wake up early the next day too. To pick the princess Joey from the Singapore airport. We went shopping and then we went to the airport to give her a surprise and also got a chance to meet Song &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Joong&lt;/span&gt; Ki! Some Korean actor which is so freaking cute! We shouted and scream along with the 200 fans there and it was totally crazy and fun too! Got back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; at around 1am and then went to Joey's house for a sleepover and then went out for lunch then Karaoke in her house till evening then I left for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TSHhTSrUwiI/AAAAAAAAB08/Vs9afdk4IWo/s400/163225_460895217433_715712433_5506552_7594036_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557971136699220514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TSHhTlj74KI/AAAAAAAAB1E/HARVkdQZV5I/s400/156989_460900277433_715712433_5506629_126299_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557971141768503458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Few days after that, I my cousins from KL came down and we had our Christmas Party and we went for Christmas parties and then after Christmas I went down to Singapore for 4 days and 3 nights where I got to eat and shop and eat and shop and then I left for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; and then it was almost 2011 already so I had another countdown party and a sleepover at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ellena's&lt;/span&gt; house. :D Not forgetting, that night I had awesome seafood in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gelang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Patah&lt;/span&gt; where I enjoyed chicken wings, crab and fish which was awesome. Last day of 2010 and I got to spend it with my family and also friends. It was totally awesome. Went to Zone after that. My dad had to send me all the way from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Gelang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Patah&lt;/span&gt; to Zone. Yeah, it was so jam I could see he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; pissed off but thanks Papa for sending me there so I can spend NYE with my friends as well. Had a great time with friends and also enjoyed taking pictures and also partying and talking the whole night through without sleeping. I can proudly say that i stayed up throughout the night from 2010 till 2011 with no sleep talking to my peeps. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TSHkJhzubmI/AAAAAAAAB1c/5-qoEaaAXQg/s400/167327_480339261364_586406364_6068176_7100212_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557974267497180770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TSHkJapEu1I/AAAAAAAAB1U/fq97yibca9k/s400/164585_467582397433_715712433_5619319_4742681_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557974265573456722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TSHkJMTGJkI/AAAAAAAAB1M/f69UGSw8SaA/s400/167072_480348906364_586406364_6068472_2874483_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557974261723178562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I could only dream of doing it again next year with the same bunch of friends. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011, BRING IT ON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5527359177108292745-1685830172219323467?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1685830172219323467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/1685830172219323467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/1685830172219323467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-2011.html' title='New Year, 2011.'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TSHc03KhElI/AAAAAAAAB0k/zw8g3Wbxku8/s72-c/154256_1637145287239_1194947916_31666819_5002065_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-3730530274918249379</id><published>2010-12-22T19:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:43:42.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-destruct.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe it was in the past,&lt;div&gt;Maybe it will be the future, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if all of it was just a dream, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dream that one day turn into reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that this is YOUR blog and you can't post everything and anything you want. Sometimes people might seem normal on the outside but they can be totally different on the inside. The internet helps abit by helping you vent out abit of whatever you have inside you but what about everything else? Are you gonna just leave it inside you and internally bleed to death? I don't think so. Share your thoughts, share your experience, share what's inside you and everything will be alright. But how many of you can clearly admit that you have problems, you are undergoing pain on the inside? Few, maybe even none. Even I myself can't confirm for sure that I have nothing to hide from my friends and family. I sleep really early and wake up really early nowadays, I hardly tweet, hardly blog, hardly facebook too. Is this the life I'm gonna live from now on? Pretty much. Besides all the partying and all the drinking. I think I'm gonna stop for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the undeniable truth &amp;amp; insecurities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let go. Just let it pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527359177108292745-3730530274918249379?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3730530274918249379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/self-destruct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/3730530274918249379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/3730530274918249379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/self-destruct.html' title='Self-destruct.'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-933279432024720899</id><published>2010-12-16T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:02:42.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Sarawak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally had the time to blog after so long. My sister has been on my laptop the entire time I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jb&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I'm back from Sarawak! And I have to say this trip is one of the most tiring, exciting, funny, scary trip I have had to Sarawak. It was filled with laughter in the bus, tiring as we climbed 2 caves and walked up a mountain, exciting cause fell a couple of times because we were climbing some steps which were very slippery and exhilarating also because the cave that we went into was pitch black. So dark we had to carry torch lights and also wear rain coat cause it was so wet. I got a shock of my life the first day after we had dinner and then I realise that my memory card when crazy and I could not retrieve back any of my first day in Sarawak Pictures. But anyway, I manage to get the pictures of the other days already so I guess you guys will just have to look at the pictures and know what we did. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures took so long to load so I decide not to put up so many of the pictures and only put up a few. I went to a few shops to ask about my camera and apparently I have to send my camera all the way up to KL to fix it. So, now I have no camera when Christmas is around the corner. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TTM&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I'm sure I'll enjoy Christmas as always with parties and presents. See you guys around then. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TQrIfQOXfkI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/l3xpUMoV0_s/s400/IMG_3175.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_5551469929944284738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarawak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Laksa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TQrIeeh9qaI/AAAAAAAAB0A/HjJLGLVbD3Q/s400/IMG_3187.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_5551469916604705186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TQrIdxPLCcI/AAAAAAAABz4/daR_X_t2JH4/s400/IMG_3200.JPG" style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551206207620288146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TQnSPhH8j0I/AAAAAAAAByY/dXI1RXlvYpM/s400/IMG_3261.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551199179742416706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TQnSPX9j9JI/AAAAAAAAByQ/W-m2L2My8lI/s400/IMG_3260.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551199177282942098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5527359177108292745-933279432024720899?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/933279432024720899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-from-sarawak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/933279432024720899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/933279432024720899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-from-sarawak.html' title='Back from Sarawak!'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TQrIfQOXfkI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/l3xpUMoV0_s/s72-c/IMG_3175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-8093889430461386084</id><published>2010-12-07T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T05:46:27.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was at a Christmas party this weekend! Super fun. Met so many new people. Yes I know. I don't have any pictures to add because I do not have a camera. My camera is all the way in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah. No pictures but I got to take a group picture with the people there. The party was super fun. Most of the people there were new as well as they we're told to bring their own friends. So, we got to mingle around and play ice breaking games and stuff. The people there were super sporting! Super hilarious as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to touch snakes. Python to be exact. No pictures though. You will never know how much I screamed when I saw it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;! We got to mingle around. Ask about studies and work and also discuss about other issues also. It was basically a Church Christmas Party so we had a sharing session which made me realise the joy of Christmas. Felt so happy after the party especially when I get to make lots of new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TP45_eM2_7I/AAAAAAAABx4/eqWJQ6wmFDk/s400/35593_465020547970_726597970_5633700_3336807_n.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_5547935553568571314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shogo&lt;/span&gt;, a Japanese Student went to the Party as well! BTW, he rides a bike. Super cute and nice guy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TP45_IBUGKI/AAAAAAAABxw/H8LyeIbS23k/s400/150545_467474486555_627896555_5971932_3001811_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547935547614566562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed over at Nicole's house because it was too late and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt;. So I stayed over. Girl talked and slept cause we were super duper tired and it was Monday the next day. A super wet wet Monday. Bring down my mood totally. I guess the weather really plays a part. I went home only to find out, my entire bag was filled with chocolate. My wallet, iPod, phone, keys and pepper spray was filled with chocolate. I guess the chocolate melted in my bag. So after washing everything, my wallet is still fill with chocolate and also smell like chocolate. So I guess it was time to change my wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TP44pRRSgfI/AAAAAAAABxo/1c2WmXLeQT8/s400/Picture0060.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_5547934072628740594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smelly, Dirty old wallet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid today and I bought a new wallet! My old wallet is in a total wreck! Thanks Joey for the wallet. I guess it's time to change a new one now. Walked the entire mall only to settle on a simple leather wallet. Guess I was too desperate to pick and choose so I just grab one! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! The price was reasonable for a leather wallet I suppose. So now I am tired but I still gotta study for my test tomorrow. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TP44pHD-QfI/AAAAAAAABxg/qPUof9RZsh4/s400/Picture0057.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_5547934069888532978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Wallet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;babeh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TP44onSua2I/AAAAAAAABxY/B3rb-gNIMPo/s400/Picture0058.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_5547934061360474978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room is empty now. I cleared my entire room yesterday. Mopped and vacuum the room and packed all my clothes. My table is in a mess and I am trying to figure out how to stuff everything in 2 bags cause I'll be taking a bus back home. Sigh. I totally hate packing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TP44oYU2R4I/AAAAAAAABxQ/wNF1Rr7E2QY/s400/Picture0059.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_5547934057342846850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Empty Cupboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TP44nxLV2xI/AAAAAAAABxI/ZccfYn8_U5E/s400/Picture0054.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_5547934046833990418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Messy table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, pray that I'll have a safe trip down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; this Thursday! See you guys back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait!&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/5527359177108292745-8093889430461386084?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8093889430461386084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-at-christmas-party-this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8093889430461386084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8093889430461386084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-at-christmas-party-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TP45_eM2_7I/AAAAAAAABx4/eqWJQ6wmFDk/s72-c/35593_465020547970_726597970_5633700_3336807_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-8331537957583388314</id><published>2010-12-03T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:56:30.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hell Yeah, I am bored here. I am not in Subang anymore. The house feels so dead without anyone at home. I could hear the cricket sounds so clearly. I can even hear the music coming from upstairs. I bet I could hear something drop in the room upstairs when I am staying downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the house is epic quiet till I am freaking scared. So I have moved to my aunt's house to stay for a few days just to get my mind off some stuff. I guess, the people in the house, the lively-ness in the house actually made me not miss home that much. I was always greeted with a 'Hello' and 'Good Morning' when I wake up in the morning and the sound of the toilet door closing and the way we fought for the toilet. Yes, I am talking about you Qing. How you use to be called the toilet snatcher because you wanted to use the toilet everytime I wanted to use it. The sound of the hair dryer from Eve and Kay's room every morning and their special alarm sound. Qing's alarm woke up the entire house because it sounded more like a fire drill than an alarm clock. Lloyd and Qing always have a hard time waking up and we all have to take turns to wake him up. Yes, with Qing's famous "5 more minutes" we have choose to not ever believe him ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house sounds fun to you eh? It definitely is! With Raf's friends over all the time the house seems so lively and fun. During the exam period, the house turn into a mini library. So quiet and to relieve stress, gossiping, having midnight snacks and also watching SNSD is probably the guy's favourite. Late night supper, Kaima, Maggie Goreng and many others make us wonder how much weight we have put on since we come to Subang. The answer is ALOT. You can see how much we've grown sideways. No I have not grown vertically but horizontally. (: I guess staying together made us so close till we know what they eat and what they don't eat. I know Lloyd eat just about anything and Qing hates everything in a pizza except chicken. Super weird. Kay and Eve eat very little when when they're hungry, they can eat alot. Xinyi is basically the sleeping beauty. She sleeps like a dog literally. The number of hours she can sleep is unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Minus the rats and the cockroaches and the amount of crows and rubbish in Subang. I pretty much enjoy everything. The night life, the people and the new friends I made. Although I think that I made more new friends from JB then I had when I was in JB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my Subang house, I have learnt to wash clothes and how to split my priorities right. I can't imagine the day the house will be full of other people. Unknown and not so close people. it wouldn't be the same anymore but I guess, its for the best as next year all of us will be having or major finals. So let us all just work hard for another 6 months and we are officially out of here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPoLA6woJqI/AAAAAAAABwA/GLgV_AVEHPg/s400/34423_447477766591_558111591_5449910_886170_n.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_5546758001461307042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our House name, (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPoLAoYW8HI/AAAAAAAABv4/Wa6MPrYlAg0/s400/148573_458001022098_579912098_5755967_2559605_n.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_5546757996527677554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPoLAUkmigI/AAAAAAAABvw/rv7c420tdL0/s400/41002_420795872098_579912098_5011132_2666612_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546757991210322434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAH! Typical Qing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPoLAMLKtOI/AAAAAAAABvo/g74D_1SEtTM/s400/149218_10150090245388200_565558199_7275430_5459665_n.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_5546757988956157154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Makan! (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5527359177108292745-8331537957583388314?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8331537957583388314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/hell-yeah-i-am-bored-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8331537957583388314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8331537957583388314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/hell-yeah-i-am-bored-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPoLA6woJqI/AAAAAAAABwA/GLgV_AVEHPg/s72-c/34423_447477766591_558111591_5449910_886170_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-7101528193181761292</id><published>2010-12-03T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:35:32.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Neat song to share. I am totally in love with her voice and the cute lyrics of the song. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527359177108292745-7101528193181761292?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7101528193181761292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/neat-song-to-share.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/7101528193181761292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/7101528193181761292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/neat-song-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-7338137323083439531</id><published>2010-12-02T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:31:30.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychology.</title><content type='html'>So I have been doing A Level's Psychology for a year now and I know many of you seem keen about what the subject really is about. It was not totally what I expected and I thought psychology was mostly all about the mind. However, after all that I have studied, the subject is not only about the mind. I can go on and on about the studies that I have learnt to you and you'll find it interesting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me give you an example, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this study on diffusion of responsibility and it was done because there was this girl who was murdered and a total of 40 people actually witnessed the incident, however no one called the police. She was stabbed about 3 times on different occasions. She died on the spot however no one actually called the police. How could that be possible? Basically that is what we study about. We learn about how people can easily push the responsibility to some one else just because they are there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can read more here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.holah.co.uk/study/piliavin/"&gt;http://www.holah.co.uk/study/piliavin/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another study is probably the study done by Freud on Oedipus complex which is about a boy named little Han's who secretly have sexual imagination about his mother and is jealous at the father about the amount of love and attention given by the mother to his father. Oedipus complex is basically a sexual desire that is in a child towards the other sex.This study was basically on how the experimenter; Freud cured his phobia of his dad who he thinks want to actually castrate him. I know, it's damn gross. But heck, it's interesting alright. It got the entire class at the edge of their seats when we learn about this topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read more here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.holah.karoo.net/freud.htm"&gt;http://www.holah.karoo.net/freud.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, the last study that I learn in AS about MPD which is also known as Multiple Personality disorder. Yes, it is about this girl who had 3 totally different personality. You can kinda google her. Her name is Eve White her 2nd personality's name is Eve Black and also Jane. Yes, all different personality but they are all from the same person. Apparently MPD occurs when some one wants to suppress a certain thought or phobia from young thus causing another personality to be form. You might think only the personality is different, however, it is not. Each personality lives totally different lives. I can give you an example. Both Eve Black and Eve White have different IQ levels and also they are allergic to different stuff. MPD patients can also differ as each personality can be of different sex, one could be left handed and the other can be right handed. One could be speaking French the other can't. This is super interesting. We even watch the video of this experiment done on her. You can Google for another person who has at least 16 personality has has a movie made from her illness. Sybil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that I have said, I think you guys still have no idea what we actually do in exams. We study the experiment and learn on how to improve and also what is the advantages and disadvantages about the study and how it is ecologically valid or not. We analyse the study and the questions are asked based on them. So that is basically it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning Psychology has thought be many things about the human's mind and also how people behave at times. It has also help me to have more things to chat with my parents about. Yeah, I totally gain alot from learning Psychology. I have no idea why I am blogging about this but I guess when I choose my subjects, I was unsure about what to do but I have no regrets picking Psychology after all that I have learnt. I just wanna help out those who will be joining A Level's next year, Anyway, I'm already tired from blogging. Happy choosing your college and don't worry about anything. You can plan what you're gonna do but you can't predict what is gonna happen in between so yeah, just go with the flow alright? (:&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/5527359177108292745-7338137323083439531?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7338137323083439531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/psychology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/7338137323083439531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/7338137323083439531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/psychology.html' title='Psychology.'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-9127585345488641570</id><published>2010-11-30T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T06:12:36.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Craze.</title><content type='html'>I guess its an old song. But heck it. I love the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/63811213/4c64e942" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Rosie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Well I know we're both being used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Don't make no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Just to carry on as we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;You know I'd love you if I knew you'd let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Now go remind you of yourself now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;So we need to get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Oh we want to get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;But we'll never get away, not now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;When we're passing on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;We both look the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Was it just a fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Was it only in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Said it feels so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Don't let your love be colder than death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Don't let no teardrops fall from your eye (x4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/Virgins,%20The.html" title="Virgins, The lyrics" style="font-size: 9pt; color: rgb(79, 79, 79); font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Tahoma; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 5px; "&gt;Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Rosie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Well I know we both seem confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Don't make no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Just to carry on as we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Don't let your love be colder than death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Don't let no teardrops fall from your eye (x4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;When I'm walking down the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;When I'm passing by the bus stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Then I think of your dead end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;When I'm passing by the bus stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;When I'm walking down the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Then I think of your dead end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;If her tears drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Well then she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Gave herself away (x4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/5527359177108292745-9127585345488641570?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9127585345488641570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/latest-craze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/9127585345488641570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/9127585345488641570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/latest-craze.html' title='Latest Craze.'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-1771665075519455579</id><published>2010-11-29T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:39:18.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPPXEheLRnI/AAAAAAAABvY/myHA_z3lyxw/s1600/hdfjhdf-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPPXEheLRnI/AAAAAAAABvY/myHA_z3lyxw/s400/hdfjhdf-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545012038927599218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPPWGQqWE8I/AAAAAAAABvQ/Cxoo6jhLUsI/s1600/Picture0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPPWGQqWE8I/AAAAAAAABvQ/Cxoo6jhLUsI/s400/Picture0050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545010969263346626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 8th. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/5527359177108292745-1771665075519455579?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1771665075519455579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-this-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/1771665075519455579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/1771665075519455579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-this-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPPXEheLRnI/AAAAAAAABvY/myHA_z3lyxw/s72-c/hdfjhdf-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-1110715529259020087</id><published>2010-11-29T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T03:53:54.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have been planning a trip to Langkawi for a long time. Since the end of my trials. Until today, the trip still tak jadi. Lol, I really don't understand why. So we're planning to go to Genting soon and I really hope that plan works out. Yes, I have been really close to a few friends in my class now. I guess we really got to know each other better after a year of class together. They are freaking hilarious and they make the lamest joke ever. I never imagine that I could have mixed with this group of friends cause they share the totally different interest and also they come from different parts. Mostly KL. Different people going through different lives. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look back a few months thinking I couldn't balance my KL friends also my good friends from JB, I thought I couldn't for the first few months. I was a douche, a bitch for not contacting them. I made them upset. I made myself upset. Then I realise if I tried harder I really could balance between both. Better yet, make both relationship stronger. I realise that I really miss them. I guess coming to KL really made me more independent, made me able to balance and know my limit between work and play and also made me form a stronger and closer relationship with my family members which made me even happier. KL made me realise how much I'll miss them if I actually go overseas. My friends are all leaving. Most of them away. No more in KL. Why did I take A levels. Now I am going to be the only one left here and it's gonna be really sad without them. :( I have the urge, the tendency to just rush, run back to where I come from. My home, in JB. Just wanna feel like I am at home. I wanna see my friends, my parents &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all. Sometimes I get so sick of this place I just wanna stop time and just run back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHH! The desire to do that is so strong. But I know I simply can't. I have to get my priorities right and determine my future. Make sure it goes according to what I planned. Yes, I have actually chose to try out on Marketing and Human Resource. Maybe Psychology as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that it is almost the end of the year already and I am gonna be on a holiday soon! Can't wait to go back to JB! Christmas is around the corner too. It is gonna be so fun to receive presents. Even when I am already 18, the joy of Christmas is simply overwhelming. Well, see ya around the corner then. I'll make sure I meet up with everyone I wanna meet up with when I am in JB. Wait for me! TEEHEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPOSiWyeV7I/AAAAAAAABvI/fUu6nrnCvyQ/s400/tumblr_l17h7nEebN1qzilpso1_500.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 500px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544936685153703858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know who you are. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527359177108292745-1110715529259020087?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1110715529259020087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-been-planning-trip-to-langkawi-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/1110715529259020087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/1110715529259020087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-been-planning-trip-to-langkawi-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPOSiWyeV7I/AAAAAAAABvI/fUu6nrnCvyQ/s72-c/tumblr_l17h7nEebN1qzilpso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-5162236191011792419</id><published>2010-11-28T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T01:16:25.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back For More,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has been so freaking long since I updated my blog. I myself cannot believe it. I guess I have totally lost the mood and the determination to actually blog for now. Yes I have been having alot of fun lately after my exams ended as I tend to enjoy alot first before I suffer. Especially yesterday which was totally epic. I woke up early in the morning to go for Call21's Big Pitch in Sunway College and yes Rafique's group did a great job with Joan Dee and Brian. The other teams were good too. However Lloyd asked freaking tough questions to shoot them down straight away. They were so tensed up they didn't even know how to answer. Joan Dee was brave enough to answer all the questions even though she sounded like she was really really sick. Thank God they did okay. All the preparations they were working on at least didn't go to a waste. So may investors thought Lloyd was some big time people and so many of them approached him. Me, Wen Li and Sanam laughed like hell. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIZUumGIQI/AAAAAAAABvA/byNubCCtmWE/s400/156615_450742622433_715712433_5364695_5480479_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544521935142396162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some Big time investor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIZUWVsRtI/AAAAAAAABu4/-Xpsnj85TI0/s400/148596_450742542433_715712433_5364693_2636662_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544521928631142098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl Power!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIZUBAwFBI/AAAAAAAABuw/L8TwiRimQL4/s400/156295_450745027433_715712433_5364745_2263484_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544521922906166290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went out to have dinner in La Bodega in Empire to kinda celebrate Rafique's big pitch and then we also wanted to celebrate the last day of Xin Yi and maybe Eu Chuan. La Bodega's food was awesome and awesomely expensive. Everyone enjoyed their meal. Me and Wen Li had to wait for so freaking long to have our food cause it was like big and special. Heh. Spanish food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIZTywBp0I/AAAAAAAABuo/I5yViKx1p68/s400/149903_450748392433_715712433_5364814_1616737_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544521919077918530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIYwKvJE5I/AAAAAAAABug/tpVbssaX87Q/s400/150346_450749672433_715712433_5364846_3293372_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544521307041371026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Wen Li and Lloyd's food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIYvwPVviI/AAAAAAAABuY/u7ruJDKfxmE/s400/154754_450752627433_715712433_5364874_4726365_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544521299928661538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIYvgVRvII/AAAAAAAABuQ/4YzqEfDivlk/s400/155089_450752527433_715712433_5364872_1507575_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544521295658597506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIYvQguE8I/AAAAAAAABuI/TfC3Hml9LLc/s400/75383_450751972433_715712433_5364864_2209402_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544521291411624898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that we thought of going to chill and drink so we made our way to Vintry at Jaya 33 and then we changed our mind again so we moved to Souled Out, Kuala Lumpur. The ambiance was damn nice although we had to like drive quite far before we reach there. Initially we wanted to go all the way to The Curve but we couldn't find the place. So heck it la, we settled on Souled Out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIYGAqLsEI/AAAAAAAABuA/YCRjRfnS7v4/s400/156579_450753017433_715712433_5364887_7697187_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544520582781710402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His Bitches. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIXupnVDJI/AAAAAAAABt4/zgpRRiRRjHk/s400/148832_450752877433_715712433_5364883_7360052_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544520181458734226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIXch0payI/AAAAAAAABtw/kujsUqVK6k8/s400/149240_450753207433_715712433_5364893_1988179_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544519870129466146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, the people who were there. You know what happen. The game I never was super fun and also we got to actually sit down and bond and drink at the same time. Music was good, Man U was winning. What could anyone else ask for. Haha. Remember never to jinx anything during a game of I never. Yeah Raf? HAHA. What a memorable last day it has been. A memorable night. 1 night I will never forget in a million years. Yes, it scare the shit out of all of us. Thank God we're all okay. (: Anyway, I totally enjoyed myself this weekend and its back to business next week. Hope to have am easier Semester 3 next year although i know it wouldn't be. Hope I would be able to pay attention in class and absorb everything from class next few weeks. I cant wait to go back to JB. Probably might be down abit late because my parents will be 'going to Sarawak without me. I guess I'll be staying in Subang for a while first before returning. Thats all for now. I guess I would have to update my blog more often already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, by the way. My housemates are not just my housemates anymore. They are my friends and I have the right to make whichever friends I want and there is no one that can stop me from doing so. It doesn't necessarily matter to you but it does matter to us. ANNNNND, Good luck to Xin Yi! It has been nice having her as a room mate for almost 7 months! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527359177108292745-5162236191011792419?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5162236191011792419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-for-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/5162236191011792419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/5162236191011792419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-for-more.html' title='Back For More,'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIZUumGIQI/AAAAAAAABvA/byNubCCtmWE/s72-c/156615_450742622433_715712433_5364695_5480479_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-7881612665486635916</id><published>2010-04-22T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T03:42:23.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally have the time to blog now. In Juliet's house. Bored cause she is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kononnya&lt;/span&gt;" giving tuition. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. It has been a freaking long time since I blog. The last time I blog was when I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;my SPM&lt;/span&gt; results which was in March. Gosh, and now it's almost May already. Time past really fast eh. Soon we are gonna graduate from College already and move on to our Universities which we will mean that it will definitely be very hard to meet each other again especially when we are in different parts of the world. I'm proud to say that I have friends in Singapore, Australia, Switzerland and soon, Canada. Can't seem to believe it eh. Adeline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boey&lt;/span&gt;, my friend since she stepped out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;of Perling&lt;/span&gt; school and join the van until now. That was almost 8 years ago whey. Time really flies. I remember coming into form 1 not knowing what to do. Still lost in form 5 about what my direction is. After studying in college for a few months. I realise what I wanna do. That is to do Psychology and also business all together. Preferably in UK if possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am gonna write one freaking long post because I wanna cramp everything into one long long post. Okay, I'm gonna start with after I come back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; after receiving my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; results. Yes I admit, I did very very badly. I am fighting back hard now. I am seriously trying. So I decided I should be really calm and cool about the results although thinking about it sometimes really make me really really upset. Thanks to my friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt; housemates and family I manage to get rid of the negative thought that I actually failed in life. Thanks so much! I guess you guys must know that there is a rather good cook in my house now. Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Llyod&lt;/span&gt; who's motive is to make everyone in the house fat, inviting everyone for supper and also volunteering to go out to buy supper for us. Gosh, luckily he is on a holiday now and we have all lost the habit of eating burger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kaima&lt;/span&gt; and whatever there is for supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the crazy housemates at home, it has been really fun. Especially when you have someone to talk to after a long day in school and when yo are stressed out. They never seem to run out of idea's to cheer each one of us at home up. Giving us advise and also provide us with free tuition. Thanks guys. I am really lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few weeks after that. I guess you guys know what happen. Yes, I think I have been neglecting my friends. Saying that I am busy, avoiding them for no particular reason. They realise that I am behaving like that and advised me that I shouldn't. I cried my eyeballs out that night after reading their blog. I felt so sorry for myself and them. I don't really know what happen. I'm glad I am changed now(I hope). I realise that they are the people close to me. They know me inside out. Through my ups and downs. Why did I ever had the thought of neglecting them. Never knew that studying in KL could make me change so much. I hope I changed for the better now, or at least improve from the devil I was 3 months ago. It has been a freaking long time since me and my friends met up. Especially Chin Fang since she is in a different campus. So happy I got to meet up with all of them days ago. Laughing, chatting, gossiping and everything. This is just what we love doing. They were my personal body guard too. Sending me home and all. Super nice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. I just can't imagine how I could have neglected all of them. All my best friends. Sigh, I am so glad everything is over now. I guess everyone is busy now with Florence and Ngky studying in Singapore which I am entirely happy and proud of since they have so many friends. Looks like their having fun there which is totally a good thing! I guess we won't be meeting up so often as the important exams are coming and also our breaks are at different time. Shit man, I was really hoping to meet everyone up during my holidays. My break is on 12 June onwards for 2 weeks. Make plans alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S9AhVLk66iI/AAAAAAAABsg/me7jsRwoW8o/s1600/24778_383386717313_585917313_4012672_1444306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S9AhVLk66iI/AAAAAAAABsg/me7jsRwoW8o/s400/24778_383386717313_585917313_4012672_1444306_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462902995769027106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates and I went to play badminton and stuff. Super damn fun. Going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid during break time is damn epic. Thanks to Juliet for her car. Staying over in her house. Eating at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ikea's&lt;/span&gt; foe dinner, gossiping, laughing, talking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. :) College has been pretty boring hasn't it. Not much to play around with. Exam is in another 6 weeks. Sigh, we still had fun acting and laughing at ourselves when we watch our moral presentation. The plan to go food hunting with Kenn Wei, Darren, Claudius, Ting and Juliet which we will keep postponing. Gosh, I can't wait to go food hunting! Waiting for people to plan movie outings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; outings, sleepover outings, KARAOKE OUTING! This is what I wanna do whey. Karaoke. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I'll make sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; sing till you guys want my autograph. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to mention what happen yesterday in my room. Sorry for being such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;scaredy&lt;/span&gt; cat. Yeah, there was a freaking lizard in my room. I think I screamed my lungs out. Luckily there was a man in the house. I sprayed the lizard with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Mortein&lt;/span&gt; till it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pengsan&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Qing&lt;/span&gt; took the broom and swept it up. Trust me, he was scared too! I promise to keep my room from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH SHIT! Adeline is gonna leave for Canada tomorrow already! I freaking can't believe it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt; gosh. Dear girl, take care of yourself please. We all know you're character and also your bubbly personality I hope you won't get affected by the culture there. Come back with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;angmoh&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend or something and don't forget about us and also about inviting us to Canada for holiday or maybe to your wedding when we get older. We're definitely gonna miss you. I am so sorry I didn't get to give you a goodbye kiss and also a hug to you that day when we went out together, We'll definitely remember you're sexy dance and all your funny actions when you leave. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt; gosh, it's tomorrow ain't it. Girl, I think you're gonna cry your eyeballs out when you eventually leave tomorrow. Don't cry alright? Promise to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;oovoo&lt;/span&gt; at night. I don't even know how many difference in time there is between Canada and here. It is so damn far. Gosh, good luck in everything you do dear. I love you very very much. We'll miss you! :) I'll remember you for sure, see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; profile picture? It's you and me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll just sign off here. I guess that is it for this post! See you guys soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5527359177108292745-7881612665486635916?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7881612665486635916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/7881612665486635916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/7881612665486635916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-shit.html' title='oh shit!'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S9AhVLk66iI/AAAAAAAABsg/me7jsRwoW8o/s72-c/24778_383386717313_585917313_4012672_1444306_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-7453227133948600653</id><published>2010-03-11T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:16:53.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry I disappoint you guys,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been crying non-stop since this morning. Thinking about my results itself can make me sit on the chair and start sobbing like an idiot. People ask me how did I do, thinking that I will do well. Only to find out I did really badly and just encouraged me to do better next time. I hugged so many teachers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I hug one of them, I'll start tearing up, I never expected my results to be like this. I never expected to fall so hard. Is this failure for the benefit of the future? Will I look back and say that I fell but I got up and strive really hard for the better? I am very sorry I have disappointed everyone. I didn't expected this result. It was totally my fault. Too much of entertainment? I'm sorry I didn't get what you guys expected of me. I learn from my mistakes and I am prepared to study hard for my A Levels. I am super upset with myself, I'm sorry if I have disappointed all my teachers. I really don't want that to happen. I feel so depressed I don't even know how am I gonna pick myself up and bring myself to go to college again to face the obstacles in front of me. Is it true that God has better plans ahead of me or he is just testing me? My tears can't stop flowing down from my eyes. My eyes are so swollen I look like a zombie and I feel like one too. I can't eat properly, neither can I talk. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I open my mouth, I feel like crying. I need a hug every second. And when I hugged my Mum at that point, that moment. I felt that she was really disappointed and also upset. Partially worried as well because I am studying in KL. She was worried whether I'll go astray, whether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; graduate and get a good job and stuff. I could see it in her eyes. She was afraid. I lean towards her and cried my eyeballs out. I'm even crying now thinking about it. I heard that if a person cried too much, she will go blind. Well, I can't stop myself from shedding tears. I think I felt really upset when my teachers told me that I did well, although I know I didn't. This results was even worst than my trials. I really really didn't expect it to be bad. Sigh. So I guess all I can do is to work hard for my A Levels and do well. I don't wanna disappoint anyone anymore. Especially myself. I'm not gonna let anyone stop me. Not gonna let anyone influence me. I'm gonna work hard for the future. Gonna put in my best effort and do everything I can to do well for my first semester exam. I pray and hope that I'll get encouragement from my friends and family members. I really need your encouragement now as I feel really low and upset about this. So I hope you guys will stop asking me about my results and let me move on. Thank you guys so much for giving me encouragement. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will work hard, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527359177108292745-7453227133948600653?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7453227133948600653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sorry-i-disappoint-you-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/7453227133948600653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/7453227133948600653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sorry-i-disappoint-you-guys.html' title='I&apos;m sorry I disappoint you guys,'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-6268011716481966342</id><published>2010-02-11T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:15:23.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I updated my blog was about a week ago. I can't believe that I am back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; now and I am epic happy to be back. It feels as if I just came back from a long holiday and now I am back home. Although I am almost 4 hours away from KL, my habits in KL still never change when I am back here. The tap in KL opens anti-clockwise, while back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;, i open it clockwise. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;, pretty tough to adapt to change. My mummy interrogated me as soon as I got home. Asked me thousand and one question and I answered all of them. I am such a good girl. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Anyway, last week was awesome. Minus the test and all. School is always fun. Although there are many homework to do, but it kinda seems so different from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; and so fun too. We took a class photo and everyone was inside except Moses. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. The class is relatively packed with people and so we enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; pretty much. Gossiping, laughing and stuff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LAN&lt;/span&gt; is the most interesting part of college. I have no idea why either. Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chandran's&lt;/span&gt; class is not bad either la. :)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LAN&lt;/span&gt; class will be epic boring without this two jokers la (don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;perasan&lt;/span&gt; please, Claudius and Ting) But our teacher can be fierce some times. Imagine her calling out your name and you not knowing what the heck she was talking about because you were not paying attention. SO DAMN SWAY! It hasn't happen to me YET. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. It is really funny how we can make so many friends at one go. Everyone seems to be so verbal and talkative like me in class. It's so funny how sometimes there are people talking more than me in class. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Me, Juliet, Ting and Claudius &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt;-whoring after LAN class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S3VsEKkdKaI/AAAAAAAABrw/ZWUtGMT6f34/s1600-h/Picture0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S3VsEKkdKaI/AAAAAAAABrw/ZWUtGMT6f34/s400/Picture0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437370943932279202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S3Vqa3pNffI/AAAAAAAABro/Xah7X8-NaOg/s1600-h/Picture0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S3Vqa3pNffI/AAAAAAAABro/Xah7X8-NaOg/s400/Picture0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437369134965685746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S3VqakVsf3I/AAAAAAAABrg/k8vtpoNQaFI/s1600-h/Picture0003+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S3VqakVsf3I/AAAAAAAABrg/k8vtpoNQaFI/s400/Picture0003+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437369129783558002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Juliet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Monisha&lt;/span&gt; and Nicole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt;-whoring during LAN class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S3Qwn2fzPiI/AAAAAAAABrY/MgwQj89LCQ4/s1600-h/18746_285393357915_719707915_3502866_5478111_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S3Qwn2fzPiI/AAAAAAAABrY/MgwQj89LCQ4/s400/18746_285393357915_719707915_3502866_5478111_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437024111344959010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Class Photo. PB1 ROCKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was such a painful experience for Juliet to lose her wallet in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid that day. I guess it was a pick pocket. Sigh, KL is really dangerous eh? I remember some KL people telling me I am not from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; as long as I don't get snatched before. What kinda nonsense thinking this is man. Sigh, we wanted to go for a shopping spree with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Dic&lt;/span&gt;, Moses and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lundu&lt;/span&gt; as well but in the end, we went around to look for her wallet and the whole time she didn't have any mood to shop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt; man. Thank God Chinese New Year, you will be able to get back the money as soon as possible. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yes, few weeks have past. I guess it is about 5 weeks and I am back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; again to celebrate Chinese New Year. Its funny how five weeks past so fast and we're already on our way back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; and I am in my room sitting on my chair typing this stuff already. My parents interrogated me about how KL was and all. How was KL lifestyle and stuff. Yes, I admit. I had the perception of KL/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt; people to be materialistic and cocky. But, I was so wrong. They are nice people and also awesome people to be with. Break time seems to be so awesome. We get to talk and catch up with stuff. Sometimes even bitch about other people. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what girls do don't they. Seriously speaking, I didn't expect myself to make any friends. I thought, shit la whey, this poor fella like me who lives on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;papan&lt;/span&gt; house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; won't get any friends because they KL people were so materialistic. Hell no. I made so many friends. Even from other class and I am so happy that I manage to do that. Thanks for making my 5 weeks stay so awesome. I am hoping for more fun when I come back from Chinese new year break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, so I have heard that En. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Azmi&lt;/span&gt; is leaving already. Sad huh. After so many years of teaching in Convent. Sigh. Sports day is on the 20 something of February and I will not be able to attend it. Damn sad right? I know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. I seem to have so many things to blog about. I can't wait for new year to be here. I wanna get loads of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;angpao&lt;/span&gt; so that I can either get a new mobile or an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; touch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;HEH&lt;/span&gt;. What Helen said was true, you would rather use a lousy phone and have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; touch than have an awesome phone with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; at all. Damn true? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. How I wish I could go out to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; stall now and have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;canai&lt;/span&gt;. I am epic hungry now. I know, damn random. Sigh, my eyes are swelling up now and it is painful to even keep it open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait for life in college after Chinese New Year, I hope it's gonna be awesome and invite me to your house to collect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;angpao&lt;/span&gt;, chill and also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; so that we can all grow fat together eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gotta leave now. Thanks Min &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Jeong&lt;/span&gt; for introducing me to more Korean songs, I am totally hooked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year folks! 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The competition is on! So many people in my class suddenly. There are about 34 people in my class and because I complained to the teacher about how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squeezy&lt;/span&gt; our class is with so many people in class, the principal shifted our entire class room to bigger classes in another block. How awesome eh. So now we have more space and we feel more comfortable. Every week, new students come into our class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S2qdRDCRGFI/AAAAAAAABrA/XjREGw7ynh0/s1600-h/19764_270809627433_715712433_3280820_7312288_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been learning the same thing for thinking skills for the past 3 weeks. Main conclusion, reason 1, reason 2. She just keeps repeating it over and over again but at least it gets into our head. Tests seems to be so common. Every week we have math test and next week I am expecting 2 more subjects. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt; and Accounts. Test are good. It gives us the motivation to study and we know what exactly we're studying for instead of just doing homework everyday only. I hate when teacher say she wanna have pop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quizes&lt;/span&gt;. We can't prepare cause we don't know when it will be and we have to study everyday so we don't faint when teacher give us a quiz suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I didn't get Student Council, neither did I get the call backs for the Musical. I feel sad la duh. Everything I want I didn't get. Just my luck la. I am gonna strive for my studies then. Maybe God just don't want me to get involved in all this and want me to concentrate in my studies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hd&lt;/span&gt; dinner with my cousins on Friday and went grocery shopping. Bought so many things. By the way, I have been eating spaghetti for 3 days already and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I cook, it tastes better. :) So I am a really great cook. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CHEY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WAH&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I turned 18 last SUNDAY! So happy. Legal but I never go clubbing that day okay. My friends sent text to me saying, KIM, YOU'RE FINALLY LEGAL. GET DRUNK AND GO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PARRRTTTAAAYYY&lt;/span&gt;! O.O Nope, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;baik&lt;/span&gt; so I didn't go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, instead. The day of my birthday, I went to church in the morning. Waited for the bus for so long. From 9.50 to 10.50 on a Sunday morning in TBS. Wait &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;untilll&lt;/span&gt;. Sweat like mad man. But at least I got to talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Calean&lt;/span&gt; and Vanessa! :) After that we met up in church and then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up in Tony Roma's for lunch with my friends! :) I knew they were there so not much of a shock. I thought Chin Fang lied to me that she couldn't make it to my birthday gathering but she really didn't turn up. Anyway, we still had fun. Me, Wen Li, Jenny, Vanessa, Lee Wee, Wendy, Sue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yinn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chiu&lt;/span&gt;, Jessie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kaytrieese&lt;/span&gt;, Yen Ling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Calean&lt;/span&gt; were all there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, HAPPY SHIT. Thank you guys for coming. I love the present too! The forever 21 bag was just awesome la. Thank you Wen Li for choosing it and all those who shared to buy my present. :) Everyone has been asking me where I get the bag from. They say it is very nice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;. They gave me a voucher for a free Onion Loaf when I go to Tony Roma's the next time and also I got a free slice of cake which was damn awesome. The chocolate and the ice cream fit perfectly. Awesome. Thank you guys for spending my birthday with me for the past 6 years. I am really thankful to have friends like you. Although I can be really demanding at times. You know I still love you guys and always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) After eating with them, I went to Forever 21 for some shopping. :) Then I realise I didn't have enough cash with me. So I called my mum to tell her. So my mum told me to use my Debit card. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, THEY FREAKING SWIPE THE CARD AND I SIGN AND THE CLOTHES ARE PAID AND THEY ARE MINE! :)) So I bought a pants and 2 tops. Awesome. :) It felt so good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. After that we took a cab home. Too much homework not done. Min &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Jeong&lt;/span&gt; gave me a super nice notebook. Moses gave me a card and Japanese Cracker and Nicole gave me cupcakes and also a frying pan for me to cook cause she knows I love eating and cooking! :) I came home and got chocolates from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Qing&lt;/span&gt;, thank you. And then on Monday I received a letter from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;suah&lt;/span&gt;(what an awesome nickname la, you guys really know I love eating). :)) Thank you so much. Thank you to all those who wished me Happy Birthday online and through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;, I am very thankful to all of you. If I didn't reply you, I am so sorry cause I really have limited amount of credit. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures are not in order. I have no idea what happen to blogger. The pictures are so hard to move up and down. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S2qbsQqnmOI/AAAAAAAABqQ/GogB7sSVnEA/s400/19764_270809367433_715712433_3280790_6746584_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434327085066197218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S2qbrz1WtRI/AAAAAAAABqI/B_rCGxKPWpE/s1600-h/19764_270809362433_715712433_3280789_3220985_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S2qbrz1WtRI/AAAAAAAABqI/B_rCGxKPWpE/s400/19764_270809362433_715712433_3280789_3220985_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434327077326599442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S2qbrUOBEMI/AAAAAAAABqA/St5LEKYRMm4/s1600-h/19764_270809357433_715712433_3280788_6176138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S2qbrUOBEMI/AAAAAAAABqA/St5LEKYRMm4/s400/19764_270809357433_715712433_3280788_6176138_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434327068840104130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S2qbrP-P4AI/AAAAAAAABp4/MU22begHN8M/s1600-h/19764_270809347433_715712433_3280786_3199205_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S2qbrP-P4AI/AAAAAAAABp4/MU22begHN8M/s400/19764_270809347433_715712433_3280786_3199205_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434327067700224002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my 19th birthday next year. I hope you can spend it together with me next year. :)&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/5527359177108292745-8446686448791735652?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8446686448791735652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8446686448791735652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8446686448791735652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy.html' title='HAPPY! :)'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S2qhKWpHqiI/AAAAAAAABrQ/A-Ns6HeW1vE/s72-c/19764_270809667433_715712433_3280824_5791480_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-6422662164743938996</id><published>2010-01-27T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T01:09:21.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No worries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's almost the third week in KL already. Funny how I seem to have so much time but I also seem to have so little time. Come back everyday at about 4. And by the time I finish washing my clothes and also bathing it will probably be about 5 already. So, I will chill a little while then I will go online to see whether I have homework online and check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; too. Funny how teachers can give so many homework through email. It sucks big time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the most sickening one. My house rubbish bin was so disgusting. There were flies all around it and the smell was so strong, I can smell it from my living room. And the rubbish were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;piling&lt;/span&gt; up like a mountain. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, smelly shit. I couldn't stand the smell and the look of the stupid rubbish bin so I decided I should "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kumpul&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;" all the rubbish and then throw it away. Yeah, baby flies and maybe even maggots and worms were in it. Trust me, one week of rubbish with about 10 people staying in the house. You really don't wanna know how terrible it looks. No I didn't pick it up with my bare hands of course. But I picked everything up with a plastic bag. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;, gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, you know me, being always very adventurous and stuff. I wrote in my essay to join the Student Council but yeah, I didn't get in. I was quite disappointed la but after what my friend told me about them, I decided, I don't wanna join a club like that. And, I also wrote down my name for a Musical in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Taylors&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to audition for a part in the Musical. Freaking damn scary but I think I should try it out. Joined the Music Club which has free jamming sessions, AWESOME! And also join &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Taymun&lt;/span&gt; Club which is something like debating but it is to improve your general knowledge and stuff. Interesting. :) I am also currently in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Taylors&lt;/span&gt; new programme which is quite interesting but I really don't know how to explain and I'm so lucky to be the class Rep. to go for this thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;College life has been awesome. New friends, awesome ones in fact. The big problem is the amount I spend everyday on food. Lunch is probably $10 everyday and dinner is about that as well minus the drink. I hardly order any drinks when I go out now cause the price just makes my jaw drop. One freaking barley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ais&lt;/span&gt; is about $1.60 when I can get it for $1 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. No, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; people don't live on trees or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;papan&lt;/span&gt; houses. They probably have houses bigger than KL people but everyone has that perception don't they? I ask my friend from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; KL, so your friends are all mega rich people eh. Obviously they are. They are all son's or daughters of leading entrepreneur in KL owning all kind of company and earning millions I bet. They dress to kill in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Taylors&lt;/span&gt; and they don't even look like people who are 18. Probably look like they're 20. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, branded clothes everywhere eh. Sigh. It seems like the people here are really materialistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) But I am happy my class mates are not that materialistic. Class is mega awesome with laughter everywhere. Today 5 Bank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Negara&lt;/span&gt; Scholars joined our class. Super super pressured. But not to worry, we'll all definitely strive hard to do whatever we can to do well. Although it may seem pretty tough. Have to study and do my homework every night and it is so tough but I like it this way. My room mate is my motivation to study. Science student. :) Housemates are really really nice. We can ask them to help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tapao&lt;/span&gt; food for us and stuff. Thanks James for cooking for us yesterday! We were so scared the oil will splash on us and he help us fry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; and fry egg too. Ate that and now I have a freaking sore throat. Walking out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tapao&lt;/span&gt; won't be so scary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; because I have my handy-dandy PEPPER SPRAY! I try to bring it every where I go since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt; is one of the place where crime are committed most often. Luckily there is a small police station near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Taylors&lt;/span&gt; College. Everyday I walk to school with a bunch of friends, who are my housemates. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, we eat together, clean the house together, talk together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;. Super fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken with me and my housemates. Had Korean food that night. Because Sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; was leaving. James wasn't with us though. He had something to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S1_7aEDHMFI/AAAAAAAABpw/qM5He_yfHP0/s400/21879_269650847098_579912098_3512511_11461_n.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_5431336100814073938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S1_7Zub38ZI/AAAAAAAABpo/r7VzzxZYFaI/s400/21879_269650877098_579912098_3512512_4897102_n.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_5431336095012352402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything is fine in KL. I learn how to hang clothes, how to cook from my housemate, how to wash my own clothes and also iron my own clothes and also how to not procrastinate about doing stuff. Homework in College don't need to be passed up but if you don't do it, it will be your own lost. So no choice. I try to do my homework everyday and all. I am super tired right now and my shoulder hurts like shit due to the immense amount of weight on my shoulder when I carry my school bag and the freaking text book is 500pages thick. So I see you guys and I can't wait for my birthday this weekend! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5527359177108292745-6422662164743938996?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6422662164743938996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-worries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/6422662164743938996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/6422662164743938996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-worries.html' title='No worries!'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S1_7aEDHMFI/AAAAAAAABpw/qM5He_yfHP0/s72-c/21879_269650847098_579912098_3512511_11461_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-6722297232421778276</id><published>2010-01-21T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:09:26.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoosh!</title><content type='html'>Almost 2 weeks have passed and seriously, it is freaking damn fast. I can't imagine that I have been staying in KL for 2 weeks already. I kept thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; was still last week. How I miss those times, seriously.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to wear to college tomorrow? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I bet everyone have the same problem. You don't wanna wear the same clothes over again in a week but at the same time, you have no more clothes to wear. So what do you do? You wash and wash the clothes over and over again and try to mix and match so that you won't look the same. Imagine some one coming up to you saying, "Hey? Didn't you wear that yesterday?" The embarrassment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This rich people in KL, never seem to run out of clothes to wear. Some times you even find it hard to keep up with them. Eating at AC almost everyday, if not, its Pan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt;. I think my face is gonna turn into that too. You don't wanna spend much but at the same time, you don't wanna eat the same food like chicken rice or pan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt;. You are so lazy to go out of your home you prefer eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;maggi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; at home. Like me. Or not, you can just call up your cousins and get a free meal! :). THANKS MUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thought when I was coming to KL was that I would probably forget about my craze for Korean shows, songs and guys. Only to find out I have a Korean classmate who can teach me how to speak Korean and also go crazy with me over Korean singers. :S How funny isn't it? Learning new words everyday. Mostly bad words and also talking about the latest news in Korean Entertainment. I might even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;develope&lt;/span&gt; her Korean accent when she speaks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is pretty hectic here. The hours are long. However they are not boring at all. Time pass super fast but when you eventually finish school. You will be totally wear out. From 8 to 4 in the afternoon. How not to be tired? I'm still trying to adapt to the long hours here. Finding time to blog is pretty tough. Never knew that homework could come through email? Yeah, it just did. Freaking 50+ questions for maths. Thank God I will have time to do it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Quizes&lt;/span&gt; in class are bound to happen. Trying to do my best for everyone and also pay attention in class. Have super awesome classmates in my class. Funny and super noisy. It is a combination of everything you want in a class and its super awesome. I am really really happy to be here. Lunch with a group of probably 8-10 people everyday. Gossiping and stuff. Girls just love gossiping don't they? Exactly my point. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LAN&lt;/span&gt; classes. The guy in front is a crazy Girls Generation fanatic. Totally. Talk to us about all the Korean stuff and who he likes. During &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LAN&lt;/span&gt;, we talk the most and as usual, I make the most noise. :) However, I only make noise during discussion and I give constructive criticism alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite teacher would probably be my accounts teacher. Super funny and he makes accounts so much more interesting. Thinking about accounts, I seem to have never ending amount of homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, everything seems to be fine. Only thing is I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; weird at times. Splitting my time between housemates, classmates, secondary schoolmates and primary school mates. I feel very weird not being able to go for every outing they have. I am super close to them however it is rather impossible to split my time between all of them at once. I wish to pull all my hair out thinking about this. I gotta tell you guys this, please don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pulau&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt; me! I still wanna meet up for lunch when I am free! And I hope that you guys can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ajak&lt;/span&gt; me along. :( Its gonna be damn tough juggling with school, outings, new friends and close friends. It really is. Sigh, I sometimes wonder whether I can keep up. The homework is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;piling&lt;/span&gt; up and the stress is coming up too. So I decide to only choose specific events to attend and not spend too much time on the laptop and also staying back in school for unrelated stuff. I think I should buck up and start putting on my fifth gear so that I won't panic when the actual exams come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, you will definitely miss high school when you eventually come to college no matter how fun college is. I'm glad I have nice housemates that I can count on to buy dinner and drive us to school. Give us "advice" and bring us out and show us around the area. I can't imagine if I have cocky and silent housemates. My house is always noisy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; seems to be talking so much. Glad that this is happening. Everything seems to be fine in KL. I'll take a chill pill whenever I have to. You definitely don't have to worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention that I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; for shopping last week but got everything except the stuff I originally wanted to buy? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I know, wasting money but bother la. My room does not look like a pig sty yet alright? It is neat and tiny unlike my room in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. Don't worry mummy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I have to sleep now. Its really late. I had buffet steamboat for dinner just now and I am super full now. I even drank a tin of N&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;escafe&lt;/span&gt; so I am so not sleepy but I guess I have to rest my brain and my system. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day again because of a 4 hours talk in the afternoon. Sigh. Alright. I gotta leave now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5527359177108292745-6722297232421778276?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6722297232421778276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/whoosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/6722297232421778276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/6722297232421778276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/whoosh.html' title='Whoosh!'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-1412096746438445246</id><published>2010-01-16T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:33:57.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of the Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last day of the week and we all went to Wen Li's house to catch up! Talked about college stuff and college guys and all of our friends and we still can't believe we are already living in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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;&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;&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;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S1HMfAX-LNI/AAAAAAAABpg/2C-raZPX7jg/s400/22664_246136872433_715712433_3191314_6495415_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343859006713042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S1HMe84Sx6I/AAAAAAAABpY/y5nlbQd51qo/s400/22664_246136667433_715712433_3191290_4249296_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343858068539298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday, I went out with Chiu and Lisa. I haven't met up with Lisa for over a year so I was pretty excited. So we met up and we had lunch in Canton-i. So we talked so much, we had to sit down some where to eat and chill. All in all, the day was awesome. Tomorrow going to Ikea for furniture shopping. Came back just now to find that the house was in darkness. No electricity. Then after we locked the door, we came back, the door was not locked, I thought, shit, sure kena break in already. But thankfully not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week was awesome, relaxing away, only to find that homework was in my email. So I am going to do it now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5527359177108292745-1412096746438445246?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1412096746438445246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-day-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/1412096746438445246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/1412096746438445246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-day-of-week.html' title='Last Day of the Week!'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/S1HMfAX-LNI/AAAAAAAABpg/2C-raZPX7jg/s72-c/22664_246136872433_715712433_3191314_6495415_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-8286085549312041108</id><published>2010-01-13T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:56:28.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scare the Hell out of me.</title><content type='html'>Last night I went out with Wen Li, Jenny, Lee Wee, Chin Fang, Wendy, Yen Ling and Ann Bee. Awesome fun. I really miss talking to them and hagging out with them! Let's meet up again alright?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is like the second day of college and I am enjoying it already. Woke up slightly late today so I ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kaya&lt;/span&gt; bread and got ready to walk to school with my house mates.&lt;div&gt;The journey there was pretty okay with laughter and us asking them about how their college life was. They are a year older than us. Reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Taylors&lt;/span&gt; and they were a group of people dancing to all the pop songs now. Quite interesting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in class, it was pretty cool. The lecturers are cool and could speak very well and the way they explain stuff is totally different from what Convent teachers do. They put humour into every part of the subject and make it totally interesting for all of us. My first subject was Psychology and the teacher is a half Chinese half Portuguese and she likes Indie and Brit Rock. How cool is it to have a Psychology teacher like that. Accounts was awesome too. The teacher was funny and made us laugh so hard we couldn't imagine. As usual, me and Juliet stood at the window and stared at all the ex seniors selling their books down stairs, spotting for good looking one. Saw a Korean guy with sun glasses. Tall and buff. Damn hot. Many seniors were downstairs but we couldn't spot anyone good looking. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So me, Juliet and Lynnette had lunch together at this shop. All the food is like RM5. Went back to class and the guy sitting beside us told us that the shop sold left over food, that is why they are so cheap. My goodness. How me and the rest wanted to puke. We don't have food poisoning thank God. All the ex-seniors were selling their books outside. It was a really awesome sight to see so many people there making so much noise. It really seemed like a carnival. I think because of the increasing crime rate near the college, they kinda have a mini police station there. So I think it is safer now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't collected my student ID because it was not ready yet. How sad. Went home with Evelyn and Yen Ling. So I wasn't hungry, decided to order some pizza. Lazy to walk out. So I called pizza hut. Gave them my house address and telephone number and my order too. She told me the pizza will be ready in 45 minutes. So I waited. But five minutes later I receive a call on my mobile phone. It goes like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me    : Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pizza guy : Hello Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;awak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;telepon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;untuk&lt;/span&gt; pizza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? Your address is  "........"(He totally said the wrong address) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kalau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;salah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;anda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cakap&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;betul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me    : Hello? Err, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tunggu&lt;/span&gt; ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I notice something was amiss. Why the hell would he want my address when I told him just five minutes ago and the pizza lady repeated twice as well. So I put down and he called again. I didn't pick up. He called the third time and Yen Ling picked it up. He asked the same questions again and told her the wrong address and asked her for the real one. And the stupid man ask whether she could speak English or Chinese because she was speaking Malay all the way. So I quickly went out of the house to lock all the gates. In fear if the guy will trace where we are staying. After that he didn't call back. It was damn freaky I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were only girls in the house that time. So we freaked like hell. I took out my pepper spray and all and we waited at the door in case. So after that the pizza guy came, thank god. I was so hungry I could eat a cow. So I asked the Pizza Hut guy whether they called me 5 minutes after they took my order. He said no. So I knew it was a scam and he was trying to do something. The guy was trying to get my address maybe to rob my house I think knowing that I am alone or something. So it was pretty darn scary. The pizza guy left and we locked all the doors. I thank God that nothing happened and I didn't give my address out so easily. So after that my housemate who was a guy came back. So I told him what happen. He said that if this happened again, call him and he will rush home. Luckily nothing happened because I didn't have his number. Luckily we have good housemates too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those people in KL who wanna order food stuff through the phone, becareful alright? Don't simply give your telephone number and address to anyone. It is really very dangerous. Luckily nothing happen to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish to meet you guys for supper soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you guys!&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/5527359177108292745-8286085549312041108?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8286085549312041108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/scare-hell-out-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8286085549312041108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8286085549312041108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/scare-hell-out-of-me.html' title='Scare the Hell out of me.'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-8376584568924920965</id><published>2010-01-12T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:00:46.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome first day?</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you something. The first day of school is so damn awesome. I am so happy to be in my class. I met with this girl called Juliet and she seems like a pretty nice girl. There is like a Korean in my class too! She likes 2PM like me. And I seem to be overly enthusiastic about it. Its fun how you see the people in my class participating in stuff. And they are all so friendly. We had an ice breaking session and everyone got to know each other well already which was a damn awesome thing. We sat together at the MPH after everything. I thank God for putting me in this class with these nice people. I hope I get to like learn more stuff from them We already promise to have lunch together tomorrow because me and the rest of the people have different time table and our break time is different. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orientation was pretty cool. The lecturer were funny and the principal was very nice. There were about 700A Level students in the hall. Chin Fang, got no angmohs whey. But there are quite a few Koreans there. My timetable is so troublesome. I must run from one block to the other. Today, I was wearing this stupid shoe and it gave me blisters all over my feet. Pain like shit. I advise you to wear cover up shoes tomorrow SAM people, because its gonna be very tiring. The MPH is on the 4th floor I think, then you have to walk up and down like 10 million times. The student council people were friendly and their presentation were rather interesting and I sat with my new friend! :) The students look nice la. But I don't really know. I can imagine how terrible it will be to be going to Asia Cafe for the rest of my college life. Please introduce m to some other places. HAHA. I hope to join the students council. This week will be packed with many activities and it is really gonna be very fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think there were not many good looking people there. Sorry to those who are reading my blog now. HAHA. But because of that I think it will be awesome to be able to study there. I can't wait for tomorrow, really! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needa go bathe now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to blog more about it tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527359177108292745-8376584568924920965?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8376584568924920965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome-first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8376584568924920965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8376584568924920965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome-first-day.html' title='Awesome first day?'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-8659753339609733825</id><published>2010-01-11T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:11:56.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day in KL.</title><content type='html'>Okay, let me just conclude that the entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt; looks like they have moved up to KL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must be some kind of wind that blow all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; people to KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just shifted in yesterday to my house in KL and then I realise that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaytrieese&lt;/span&gt; and Evelyn are staying in the room above mine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, I was happy that there were actually other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Johoreans&lt;/span&gt; staying in my house. The housemates are rather nice. I didn't know how to like react when I am being left here whey. Luckily I have my cousins here and stuff. Went out with house mates. Talked with them. They have supper every night. I am also not used to keeping keys so they are left all over the place but my table is tidy and bed is tidy alright. Cupboard? Lets wait for a few more months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept super late that night. I couldn't get to sleep because maybe it is a different place and I am not used to it. Yeah, slept at about 3 after watching some Korean shows and woke up at 8. I have no idea why either. It is super early, I know. Bathe and then we went out by cab with Evelyn and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaytrieese&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yenling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanna meet with those who are staying in "My Place". It is just that, my house is so far away from theirs I cant possibly walk there. I heard of many snatch thief cases and stuff. Better be safe than sorry. Please make sure we'll still meet up alright? Today I got a chance to meet up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chiu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sueyinn&lt;/span&gt;, Jessie and Elsie in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid. They went to watch Avatar 3D while me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chiu&lt;/span&gt; walked the whole of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid. Bored tired, we sat down to chit chat. A year of stuff to tell her. One day is clearly not enough. So we talked and walk aimlessly to every part possible. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid is boring after the first day there. How ironic. Because I always think that KL is an awesome place to do shopping. Then now I find it so boring. Sigh, I probably have more than 365 days more staying here whey. I saw a group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SSI&lt;/span&gt; people just now and also a few EC people. If KL is turning into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;, then there will be less A.M already! Not forgetting the entire Convent is here! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ever tell me that, "Parents are not here, freedom at last huh?" That is definitely not true. You have to make your own decision to make your friends, choose your friends, whether to go out at night, whether to study. Whether to wash your clothes. You have to make your own decisions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, i shall ask God for help then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner tonight was Pan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; at Jojo's or something with all my house mates. The place is so freaking far from the house I'm staying in, by the time we walk there and walk back, all the food in the tummy probably already digested. :( They said you'll be bored of Asia Cafe in no time. So i assume I shall slowly survey. My mum says, there are so many stalls in Asia Cafe, everyday eat one dish, by the end of A-levels, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be the first one to try every single food there. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I am literally glued to the computer now that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; is back. By the way, I just installed The Sims 3 into my laptop. I wonder if I will get the chance to play. Tomorrow I am going to do my student ID and also ORIENTATION. And I am so freaking nervous about orientation I have no idea why either. Sigh, please let me put my friends making skills to good use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Washing clothes never seem so easy, just put it into the machine, put soap, press some buttons, wait for 45 minutes and its DONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; see you guys alright. Promise we'll meet up please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527359177108292745-8659753339609733825?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8659753339609733825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-in-kl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8659753339609733825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8659753339609733825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-in-kl.html' title='First Day in KL.'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-704936359115740775</id><published>2010-01-08T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:58:10.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving.</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving on a jetplane, don't know when I'll be back again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone has been asking me. When am I going to KL, I tell them tomorrow and they'll give me the shock face. O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They know but they still wanna ask me. I wonder if its just to make me feel a little sadder on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I will be leaving to KL tomorrow. It sounds as if I won't be back ever again but yes I will be back during Chinese New Year and It is only about one month from now. So the first holiday will be damn fast. I hope I will be able to get used to it there, please pray for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to update more often when I am there.&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/5527359177108292745-704936359115740775?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/704936359115740775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/704936359115740775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/704936359115740775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/leaving.html' title='Leaving.'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-6186505869233652543</id><published>2010-01-07T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T07:13:27.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream a dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I dreamt that I got 1A, 8B's and 1C for my SPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The A for English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Woke up and I almost fainted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What a day for me. Do dreams really come true? I seriously hope this one doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You know how they say dreams are always the opposite of reality? I seriously don't think so, that is why I am so freaking worried about my results although it is just January. Maybe I prayed too hard to God. I told him that I am aiming for at least 8A's but he gave me 8B's. The dream was so freakishly real I am really afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I always have weird dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Based on wikipedia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; are a succession of images, thoughts, sounds, or emotions passing through the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mind" title="Mind" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep" title="Sleep" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream#cite_note-0" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; The content and purpose of dreams are not fully understood, though they have been a topic of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speculation" title="Speculation" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;speculation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and interest throughout recorded history. The scientific study of dreams is known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oneirology" title="Oneirology" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;oneirology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I however think dreams are something different. It can never be explained. You can dream about anything in the world. About anyone and everything. I dreamt about meeting Adam Lambert, drove his red Ferrari and end up waking up to find myself sad because it was just a dream. Not only have I dreamt about other celebrities before like Daniel Radcliffe and how he loved to eat char kuey tiao. When I woke up, I realised I peed in my pants because I went to the toilet in the dream. I think it was because I was gonna watch Harry Potter the next day.(That was about 7 years ago, I AM SERIOUS) No one can explain that can they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dreams bring you way up then drop you down so hard you would never know. Running in your dreams to somewhere actually means that you're running away from reality about some fact. Or that you don't wanna admit something. Funny isn't it. That was what my mum told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you know there is a special book where you can search for 4 digit numbers? They take the item you remember most vivid about and you search for the object in the book then buy that number. If you're lucky, you might even win the lottery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My uncle's maid always dream about all kinda stuff but she always dream about looking at numbers. 4 digit numbers that is. And whenever she buys it, she will strike lottery for sure. If those poor people dream about 4 digits too, no one will be poor in this world. My uncle's maid take numbers from car plates in her dream, the year the dream is in. I mean, any number that is in her dream she'll go buy. She is freaking damn lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dreams can be anything else too. Haha. If you have a dirty mind, you wouldn't probably wanna dream about numbers but, HAHA. You know what I mean. Dreams can mean so much. Like Beyonce's song, "Sweet dream, or a beautiful nightmare". I don't really get it, how can a nightmare be beautiful. Watching ghost movies make me have nightmare and it seriously scares me. Imagine someone pulling your leg when you're sleeping, imagine looking under the bed only to find someone starring back at you. OMG. Freaking scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nightmares can be about death too. And I seriously don't wanna bring it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes you wake up and find yourself crying and sweating all over. Because of the nightmare or because of a lost. I bet everyone has been through that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The point that I wanna bring up is that I think I'd rather be living in a dream where everything is uncertain and purely fictional than to live in this undeniably factual place. I wanna dream that I am back in high school and dream that I am still with my friends and still with my family. Still sleeping in my room, still breathing, still loving. Dreaming that I won't be going off to study. Dreaming about not growing up. So many dreams that will never happen. I'll be leaving to KL in 2 days and I am leaving JB. None of my dreams will ever come true. I have just gotta face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'll miss you guys so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Really, and I am already tearing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5527359177108292745-6186505869233652543?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6186505869233652543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dream-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/6186505869233652543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/6186505869233652543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dream-dream.html' title='I dream a dream.'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-6645400071265679501</id><published>2010-01-01T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:45:00.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories, never forgotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Getting ready for college ain't easy. The amount of things I have to pack just to move up to KL for 1 and a half years is more than the stuff I have in my room. My room in KL is tiny I tell you. I have no idea how am I gonna shift everything into the small room which has to accommodate me and my friend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother was going through what to bring to KL with me just now. She was talking about how I must bring my own pail and stuff. Then I realise, if I am going to be staying in a house, I can't possibly leave my stuff in the toilet so she decided I should bring a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt;" or you call in a pail and chuck all my stuff in there before i use the toilet. Imagine going into the toilet with so may stuff whey. I will never forget how my parents make lame jokes and how my sister's innocent jokes can turn out to be so funny. Just now I came out from the toilet and told everyone my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt;" was here. My sister ask me, did I bring my "Uncle" along. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, my parents laughed like hell. So did I. Tell me if you didn't understand. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. I will always remember how my dad always ask me whether it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Junpyo&lt;/span&gt; on TV whenever I am watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;KBS&lt;/span&gt; World. I will never forget how my mum nags at me to clean my room and always have that face, that wanna laugh don't wanna laugh kinda face. I can't imagine not seeing all this anymore when I finally go to KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I decided to pack my stuff. Yeah, the stuff I am about to bring to KL. I came across many papers. Interact stuff. Even test papers since form 1. I couldn't imagine how I could make it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Covent&lt;/span&gt; if it weren't for the bunch of friends I mix with. I could remember how we use to play "cap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kali&lt;/span&gt; cap" in the Bio Lab and how we use to make so much noise. Playing volleyball and softball. I'll never forget how I got hit on my thigh so hard while playing softball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/Sz-Efm_2mJI/AAAAAAAABpQ/J6CPB8dQnpc/s400/7317_182953932515_510372515_4032164_3976175_n.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_5422198154956544146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Form 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going into form 1 was a torture for me seriously. I didn't have any friends in my class. Then I found out I was going to St. Teresa. Man, I was so pissed when I heard that the team loses every year. I was in the winning team in Primary school since I stepped into standard one. Sigh. I tried making new friends. I never talk to Wen Li before when I was in primary school. Chin Fang was together with me since Kindergarten. Yeah, I forgot how wild I was. I guess coming into secondary school really taught me how to be a better person, how to mingle around and stuff. Not to mix with a few people only but mix with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to finish talking and typing about how great 2009 was. I will miss everything about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. The people, the family, the warmness. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;, I'm tearing up already thinking about it. Going back to school on the first day to return my books. Out of 20 books I probably only returned 14. I didn't check because I figured I couldn't have missed any of the books but I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I could list exactly what happened throughout this year but I wouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To KL in 10 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Countdown to freedom? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5527359177108292745-6645400071265679501?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6645400071265679501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/memories-never-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/6645400071265679501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/6645400071265679501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/memories-never-forgotten.html' title='Memories, never forgotten.'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/Sz-Efm_2mJI/AAAAAAAABpQ/J6CPB8dQnpc/s72-c/7317_182953932515_510372515_4032164_3976175_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-3108152982724181472</id><published>2010-01-01T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:26:13.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 here I come!</title><content type='html'>It is 2010 and heck, I really want it to start well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 was an awesome year for me. We grew closer to our friends and also fall apart some times. Everyone kinda seem to have their whole life under control after all the controversy in form4 and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't expect much from 2009, but it was totally better that what I had imagined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently not looking forward towards this year though. Going into college just doesn't seem right. Not looking at the same faces I see in school anymore seems weird too. What more mixing around in a co-ed environment. I seriously don't know what to expect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, I forgot everything about starting college in a week time and focused on what I was interested in the most- my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing that I would probably meet them again somewhere, somehow, or some place. It still saddens me thinking that this is THE end of 2009 and we have to start a fresh. I was so happy to be able to meet up with all my friends for steam boat last night. Talked, laughed and ate so much, you wouldn't even wanna imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steam boat was the perfect way for us to talk. Cooking for each other, scooping soup and food and also mixing around the different types of soup and creating a new type of flavour never seemed so fun. Especially in the shop that we were at, the people in there were making so much noises and us, we were the loudest as usual, doing all the weird weird stuff and playing around. Luckily, no one got hurt-directing this to you Wen li. Too many cooks, spoil the soup as they say. I don't think it applies to us. The more the merrier and the more people cooking, the better the food taste. We were complaining how Joey was sitting at our place and that we would not have enough food as she was the great eater, but everyone got their share and was happy. I hope it will still happen in college though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating so full, imagine 12 people cramming into an 8 seater car, Chin Fang was sitting on me and Florence's legs and Ellena was sitting on Wen Li's leg. The whole time Flo was giggling as Chin Fang kept moving. The 10 minutes ride was probably the most painful one I ever had. When eventually reach Jenny's house, we were so relieved. Quickly ran upstairs and bathe. Camwhored like shit. With 2 DSLR, we can seriously do wonders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went down and waited for 12am and "YAM SENG-ED" I forgot but why do we even yam seng during new year? Anyway, after that they watched a ghost movie which I will never watch and we got lucky because Wendy bought Roti Prata for us to eat! Enjoyed the food and after that we watch I am Sam, I fell asleep though. So I went upstairs to get my rest and woke up the next morning to catch the show called, The Vampire Assistant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite boring but overall it was a mixture of Twilight mix with the super bad movie. Had so much fun going out with them, I hope we can do it again before we go to KL to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never intend to make any because you never follow them. The best new year resolution will be to follow the resolution every time you make one. Yes, everyone wants to lose weight, exercise, study harder, be smarter, be hardworking and stuff. Let me actually bring you back to reality, you can start that any time. Thus, it doesn't have to be a new year's resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really will miss you guys, I really will. Please promise that we'll meet up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527359177108292745-3108152982724181472?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3108152982724181472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/3108152982724181472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/3108152982724181472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-here-i-come.html' title='2010 here I come!'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-8972024999473357869</id><published>2009-12-30T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:22:53.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy, I just can't sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, I am pretty enthusiastic about this new blog and has been updating since. I thought I would talk about my Korean addiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, just let me tell you how much into Korean stuff I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought magazines of the same Korean guy even though the articles in it are written in Chinese and I don't even know how to read Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell in love with the cast of the stupid show which everyone thinks is already out dated but I am still watching it over and over again and crying at the same part over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how people tell me that there are better shows around, I refuse to watch them for fear that I will be as addicted to them as well. It all started with Florence, introducing the show Boys Over Flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/Szw6jZFSeFI/AAAAAAAABoI/mTd6d_cXM0s/s400/314ff41878e795f9c03edcba5f4fde931233478471_full.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421272431150135378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know, from the first time I heard it, it would probably be classified as boring and I will never watch this kinda show because it is just some sappy, sad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; Korean drama. As time passes, my sister got into the Korean craze as well and borrowed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; from my dear friend Adeline. My mum watched it, my sister watched it, even my dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He likes how the main character of the show has curly hair and also the way they sit, crossed legged. My dad just loves to pronounce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Junpyo&lt;/span&gt; although he really doesn't know how and pronounce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jihu&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jiho&lt;/span&gt;, who is actually my distance cousin name. My mum on the other hand likes Wu Bin cause she thinks he can fight very well while me and my sister would fight for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Junpyo&lt;/span&gt;. I like this one, the main character,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee Min Ho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22June1987&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;186cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the rest is in the stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; magazine which I can never read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/Szw6kIQsJDI/AAAAAAAABoY/jD8CZl8NFZQ/s400/0023ae606f170b5b9d5c48.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421272443814421554" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/Szw6j1DBtqI/AAAAAAAABoQ/UFNvkDSAFs4/s400/lee-min-ho-love-the-pilipino-s-lee-min-ho-7091089-730-1023.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421272438656841378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show some how relates to you in a way you cannot imagine. You will never be in that situation but the show make you live in this fairy tale world so that you will feel happy, knowing it will never happen, you will just probably go into depression. I am freaking serious. I never would have thought that a show will leave such an impact but, hell yeah, it did. Never ever try watching it. Surely you will be as addicted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Forget about whether he is gay, if you look at &lt;a href="http://alternativefix.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-hum.html"&gt;Wen Li's blog&lt;/a&gt;, yes he dresses like a women and acts like one too. Seriously, I don't know how to explain. But bother la. I am just one of the maybe 1 million fan who likes him and he don't even know I exist in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This would sound super foreign to all those who aren't Korean Freaks and Korean Lunatics but this is the world we're living in. The show is in Korean and even those staying in America even in other parts of the world like Korean shows. Korean fans in Korea are probably the most fanatic one of all. Writing letters to their Idol with their own blood and some even write them with their period blood- that was what Florence told me. I seriously wonder if it is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Florence my sister is living in a totally delusional world, dreaming about how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Thai&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; guy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nickhun&lt;/span&gt; who is based in Korea and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MinHo&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shinee who sand the song ring ding dong which is actually a very stupid title but catchy, &lt;/span&gt;will one day be her knight and shining armor and safe her from some evil alien and not forgetting mentioning their names probably 982635439304 times a day. My sister has been sitting in front of the computer for 5 hours and laughing to herself because she has been following the Korean Variety show. And it scares me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could turn back time and not watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt; show and still remain to my one a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; probably only love, Chuck Bass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/SzxBjKsk0oI/AAAAAAAABoo/s9JhYGAEuMA/s400/12460_194370017433_715712433_2961228_4599821_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421280123869778562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5527359177108292745-8972024999473357869?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8972024999473357869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-i-just-cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8972024999473357869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/8972024999473357869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-i-just-cant-sleep.html' title='Crazy, I just can&apos;t sleep.'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/Szw6jZFSeFI/AAAAAAAABoI/mTd6d_cXM0s/s72-c/314ff41878e795f9c03edcba5f4fde931233478471_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527359177108292745.post-1590134073173766207</id><published>2009-12-30T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:48:19.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College.</title><content type='html'>I am back due to popular demand! This is totally unexpected. I was really really bored so I thought why not start a new blog and close down my old one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. This is gonna be awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to tell you the truth, I am totally not ready for college life. You know how everything can be so materialistic and yet you have to go through it because this IS life. Living in KL wasn't really what I expected. Better yet, living with an entire house of people I don't know stuck with 2 toilets, 2 washing machine and maybe many many smelly boys- yes there are boys staying in the house too. But luckily my mum's friend is just staying opposite of the house I am staying at and she would be the spy for my mum for the next 1 and a half year. Living conditions there would be totally different from my home. I will have no one to nag at me to tidy my room but I definitely think I am gonna miss it and  also no one washing my clothes for me? Sigh, no chance if me being lazy anymore. Most importantly, this TEEVEE addict would not be able to watch tv anymore because there is NO TV IN THE FREAKING HOUSE! My mum is so thankful for that. Pray for me that I won't get molested by some people in my house. I'll definitely take a picture of the room I am staying in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The house rules apply!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; No sleepover and no bringing junkfood into the room. WTH. Cooking is allowed though. Come to my place and party! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God that my friends are going to KL with me. But my dad told me, if he catches me partying, I am going back to JB to study in Sunway college. Besides, I am under the scholarship so if I back out, I'll have to pay back the money. I promise i'll work hard and do well for my A-LEVELS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I will be taking the A-Levels. And let me clarify here why I decide to take the A-levels. Whenever people ask me, I'll be speechless as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; is so freaking long. Here goes, I applied for the Principal scholarship and I had to go for an interview and all. I applied for the A-levels then. So my first choice was most definitely A-levels. I am easily influenced you see, my friends decided that all of them were going to opt for SAM, I initially wanted to change to SAM too, but I figured I should do what I wanna do and not follow my friends. I am big enough to make my own decisions already right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, A-levels, Business/Psychology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I wrote enough for my first post. Alright, I am going off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5527359177108292745-1590134073173766207?l=gununggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1590134073173766207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/1590134073173766207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527359177108292745/posts/default/1590134073173766207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gununggirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/college.html' title='College.'/><author><name>Kimberly Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765773268455743005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-CEaTl2fSo/TPIPFfLxfLI/AAAAAAAABsw/IkWeL3qsjdc/S220/IMG_0831.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
