<?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-8852801121033519933</id><updated>2011-09-29T10:59:29.824+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Reminders'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='Rambles'/><category term='My Everyday'/><category term='Something to Share'/><category term='Something Personal'/><category term='Life In University'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='AIESEC'/><category term='Of Us'/><category term='Trips/Holidays'/><category term='Reflections'/><category term='Uncategorised'/><title type='text'>Dimples and Smiles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-4004421817449546246</id><published>2011-09-12T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:17:07.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mid-Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>Sometimes a light gets extinguished along the way, but know that there are many other lights to show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;JessieLoi&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RatFaRn0ooY/Tm4UYo8RzXI/AAAAAAAACgQ/adtPDN7vqRc/s640/blogger-image-346377312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RatFaRn0ooY/Tm4UYo8RzXI/AAAAAAAACgQ/adtPDN7vqRc/s640/blogger-image-346377312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-4004421817449546246?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/4004421817449546246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-mid-autumn-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/4004421817449546246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/4004421817449546246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-mid-autumn-festival.html' title='Happy Mid-Autumn Festival'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RatFaRn0ooY/Tm4UYo8RzXI/AAAAAAAACgQ/adtPDN7vqRc/s72-c/blogger-image-346377312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-7458401760817827811</id><published>2011-09-09T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:42:51.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>New Blogger App</title><content type='html'>Test test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the app I've been waiting for. I've always wanted to blog on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can share photos and random thoughts on the go x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The app is pretty simple. They have a tab for you to post a new blogpost, a tab to view and edit posts and another to view your blog - mobile version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it'll look like posting photos though this app, so I am gonna test it here, by posting photos of the blogger app.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'll be great if we can check stats and approve comments on the app too. Did not see any where on the app that can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U9gZe_gL9J0/TmnIeCIJxTI/AAAAAAAACgE/gtbksuqkMY4/s640/blogger-image--1864856674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U9gZe_gL9J0/TmnIeCIJxTI/AAAAAAAACgE/gtbksuqkMY4/s640/blogger-image--1864856674.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DrPa5K0ksWY/TmnIevrJIhI/AAAAAAAACgI/o-WhF41DIXo/s640/blogger-image-513721173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DrPa5K0ksWY/TmnIevrJIhI/AAAAAAAACgI/o-WhF41DIXo/s640/blogger-image-513721173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XPiMQuM_PEY/TmnIjAd0LnI/AAAAAAAACgM/iO_e5ps9IwA/s640/blogger-image-1628383803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XPiMQuM_PEY/TmnIjAd0LnI/AAAAAAAACgM/iO_e5ps9IwA/s640/blogger-image-1628383803.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-7458401760817827811?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/7458401760817827811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-blogger-app.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7458401760817827811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7458401760817827811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-blogger-app.html' title='New Blogger App'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U9gZe_gL9J0/TmnIeCIJxTI/AAAAAAAACgE/gtbksuqkMY4/s72-c/blogger-image--1864856674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-4871507254020150066</id><published>2011-09-02T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T00:51:00.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><title type='text'>Opportunities</title><content type='html'>It kinda hurts when you know you are missing out on so many opportunities. I guess sometimes, not every opportunity is yours to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-le14-tWxBjU/TkV3_Q62aqI/AAAAAAAACfo/23be1al5tNg/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-le14-tWxBjU/TkV3_Q62aqI/AAAAAAAACfo/23be1al5tNg/s400/IMG_0931.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it happens, when opportunities fail to remain in your grip, move on. Be on your feet again no matter how much it pains you to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it happens, it only means that this opportunity is not yours to keep. The opportunity for you will come to you soon. Then, make sure to hold on to it tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-4871507254020150066?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/4871507254020150066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/09/opportunities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/4871507254020150066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/4871507254020150066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/09/opportunities.html' title='Opportunities'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-le14-tWxBjU/TkV3_Q62aqI/AAAAAAAACfo/23be1al5tNg/s72-c/IMG_0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-1959816004925332623</id><published>2011-08-17T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T02:40:33.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>It Won't Rain Forever</title><content type='html'>After I wrote my previous post - &lt;a href="http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-square-one.html"&gt;Back To Square One&lt;/a&gt;, Nicholas, my friend of 4 years wrote a post dedicated to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even bluntly named the post - &lt;i&gt;"&lt;a href="http://nicholasooiks.tumblr.com/post/8980177177/jessica-loi"&gt;Jessica Loi&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his post he wrote, &lt;i&gt;"Her heart’s confusion and fear reminds me that is a process we must go through."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is very true. Once in awhile, our blue skies turn grey, and then it rains.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1ogWjbfCJc/TkV34fA0BLI/AAAAAAAACfE/BfpnRQywVPI/s1600/IMG_1236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1ogWjbfCJc/TkV34fA0BLI/AAAAAAAACfE/BfpnRQywVPI/s400/IMG_1236.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;When it does rain, we curse, we wonder why, we get upset. We forget that, while rain might dampen our spirits, it is essential. Why? As Nicholas has written, &lt;i&gt;"Because it is life. Just like a rainbow."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Life is like a rainbow. You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2KZT2gcZCc/TkV4ANK4TZI/AAAAAAAACfs/RcBHFZvm-_A/s1600/IMG_0929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2KZT2gcZCc/TkV4ANK4TZI/AAAAAAAACfs/RcBHFZvm-_A/s400/IMG_0929.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Besides, it can't rain forever, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-1959816004925332623?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1959816004925332623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-wont-rain-forever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1959816004925332623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1959816004925332623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-wont-rain-forever.html' title='It Won&apos;t Rain Forever'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1ogWjbfCJc/TkV34fA0BLI/AAAAAAAACfE/BfpnRQywVPI/s72-c/IMG_1236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-5216154674585220511</id><published>2011-08-15T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T17:38:23.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Back to Square One</title><content type='html'>For some time, just awhile back, I lost my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a duration of time that felt like forever, I forgot everything I've learned. I forgot all the little lessons I picked up. Those were the little lessons that made me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being typical me, I never show people my insecurities and the storm brewing in my head and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDasyAIJv-A/TkVz3p5NmRI/AAAAAAAACe4/laWX5EwgiSU/s1600/IMG_0673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDasyAIJv-A/TkVz3p5NmRI/AAAAAAAACe4/laWX5EwgiSU/s400/IMG_0673.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what got over me. Like the bacteria that took over my body last week, I never saw this mental/emotional hurdle coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like withdrawing myself from this world. I felt like I threw a ton of bricks on my own shoulders. I felt lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot explain why that happened at that point of time, I just felt that way. It was somewhat mysterious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put so much burden on myself that I felt overwhelmed. Think about the extreme opposite of ignorance. Think about being too empathetic and worrying unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like I was back to who I was many years ago. Back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded myself every single morning that I was not the little na&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ive girl I once was. I got this all under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to turn back to history. What has passed has passed. That's it. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did the only thing I could do at that time, I waited. I let it pass. I let time tell me the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhaisGZFYJQ/TkV32huF-oI/AAAAAAAACe8/a1NVxrxQAMM/s1600/IMG_1288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhaisGZFYJQ/TkV32huF-oI/AAAAAAAACe8/a1NVxrxQAMM/s400/IMG_1288.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a roadblock. Every single day was like a routine for me. I did things without thinking. I couldn't think. Every time I did, something stops me. I guess it was the fear of looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZwRcoEh0qg/TkV39o3YGoI/AAAAAAAACfg/WGEQRXPmLuQ/s1600/IMG_1051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZwRcoEh0qg/TkV39o3YGoI/AAAAAAAACfg/WGEQRXPmLuQ/s400/IMG_1051.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3. I wanted to turn right, but I couldn't.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded by a single event, how important it was to be able to look back at my own life without fear. So I did. I looked back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of the little lessons I've learned. The little things I say to myself, the self-reminders I post on my Facebook wall. It's a really long list, I'll share it at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJeng868idw/TkV38C8BwuI/AAAAAAAACfY/4JjFF7-vgr0/s1600/IMG_1130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJeng868idw/TkV38C8BwuI/AAAAAAAACfY/4JjFF7-vgr0/s400/IMG_1130.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4. We always say look forward and we forget the importance of looking back.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of the awesome feeling of being myself. I was reminded of why I chose to be who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded that no matter what happens, nobody or nothing can take away those little lessons I have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I woke up one day, with my head all clear. No more brewing storm. Just the sun shining through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHpy4kAtWhM/TkV35LDV8KI/AAAAAAAACfI/7YbIPaO7wJY/s1600/IMG_1216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHpy4kAtWhM/TkV35LDV8KI/AAAAAAAACfI/7YbIPaO7wJY/s400/IMG_1216.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, I looked into the mirror, and smiled my first genuine smile in what felt like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShO273ul9Uc/TkV351kwM0I/AAAAAAAACfM/BNbdCGu5L3s/s1600/IMG_1201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShO273ul9Uc/TkV351kwM0I/AAAAAAAACfM/BNbdCGu5L3s/s400/IMG_1201.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5. =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A list of things I used to share on my Facebook wall. I keep a copy of all of them just to remind myself of what I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long list but I hope one or two of them relates to you in some way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's the small things you do and the little efforts you take that makes all the difference &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, your smile might have changed someone's life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even if you do not get the ending you want, it doesn't mean you wasted your time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 2 of the most precious things a person can give you is their Time and their Heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are losing your way, you just need to remember why you started walking down this path in the first place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When life tries to be funny, laugh along with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When there are so much negativity around you, it affects you in such a bad way. Fight hard to stay positive. Cause heck, you should know how important it is to do so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hope. We go on living because Hope exists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe. Visualize. Take Action.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't need someone who thinks I am perfect. All I need is someone who accepts my flaws.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A happy ending should not be your ultimate goal. It should be to create your happy story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Always stay true to yourself" - so overly used yet people still tend to forget.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop trying to perfect imperfections. Learn how to accept them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When learning feels like a chore then you are probably not doing it right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we share what we have, what we have multiplies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexiness is the way you bring yourself. It sure is not the way you dress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even if the ending you got is not the ending you wanted, it doesn't mean it is a bad ending. It's just an ending. Don't sulk about it so much. Use that time to embrace the new beginning that comes right after.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I learned today - Don't think too much. Think twice is enough. Once with your head then with your heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It might hurt, but pain is temporary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never assume and judge. It is probably two of the worst things you can do to a friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self-pity is one of the worst ways to treat yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody deserves to smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A memory is something remembered in our minds. The ones that matter, we keep in our hearts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice how we always notice the wrongs others do, but never our own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we hope and believe, we are alive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't compare yourself to others. You have no idea what they're going through.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always trust first until there is a reason for you to doubt their honesty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't think anyone was born a leader. Those who are leaders today chose to be one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you feel like you are not good enough, there is always someone who believes you are better than you think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When was the last time you told someone "I think you're amazing"?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All photos were taken/edited with my iPhone 3Gs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-5216154674585220511?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/5216154674585220511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-square-one.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5216154674585220511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5216154674585220511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to Square One'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDasyAIJv-A/TkVz3p5NmRI/AAAAAAAACe4/laWX5EwgiSU/s72-c/IMG_0673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-7729379431825613454</id><published>2011-07-27T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:38:20.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>People's Reaction To The Job I Love</title><content type='html'>This is my first and only post in July. So, I am going to use this space to tell you what I am working as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I'd like to share with you the general, common reactions when I tell people what I am doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reaction 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: So, what are you doing now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Working for [insert employer]. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: Owwwwwwh.......... [shifty eyes]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Probably has nooooo idea what I meant by what I told him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reaction 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: Working right? What're you doing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Working for [insert employer].&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: What's that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: [Insert explanation]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: Riiiiight. So, what do you do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: [Insert position and job scope]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: Okaaaaaaaaay. So have you heard the lates song by [insert some bimbo artist]......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reaction 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: So, you're working? Where?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Oh, in PJ. My office is next to Jaya One.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: Owh? What do you do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I answer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: How much do you get paid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: -Insert a low enough amount-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, magic happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reaction 3.1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: ...[awkward silence]... well, that's normal, right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[No, my dear friend, that is not 'normal' for a graduate]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reaction 3.2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: That's, like, reeeeeeeeeeeealy low.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Yes, my dear friend, I get you. It's low. I get you]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reaction 3.3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: &lt;b&gt;O.O&lt;/b&gt; WHAT?!!! Why would you want to take that job?!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, those are the 3 general responses I get when I tell people what I am doing. If I had told someone I work in, let's say, oh I don't know, Berjaya Holdings, maybe. Now that would have caused a different set of reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've told you guys where I am working, the question is, who do I work for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am working, full-time, for AIESEC, a youth-run organisation and I will be attached to this organisation for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pay is nothing to shout about but it is low enough to be called low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to answer the WHAT?!! WHY?!! reactions, it's cause this is the one job I feel comfortable in yet it'll totally throw me out of my comfort zone, force me to learn and be involved in the development of youth and because money, as important as it is, is not everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about this job is that I love it. I wake up every morning, including Mondays, without ever dreading work. I travel a total of 3 hours to and from work by bus, yet, without a complain, I still do it. I do all this because I know it's worth it and seeing the results of what I do makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to the people who complains about going to work when you're getting paid well, I suggest you quit if you are really that unhappy and find something that you like to do. No, unhappiness because your job cannot even pay for an iPad is not an excuse to quit. It just means you are unable to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the disbelievers out there, do stop bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who don't understand, don't worry, I find it hard to explain sometimes too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who always understood and believed in what I do, thank you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if I told you guys more about my job, what would your reactions be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-7729379431825613454?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/7729379431825613454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/07/peoples-reaction-to-my-job-i-love.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7729379431825613454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7729379431825613454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/07/peoples-reaction-to-my-job-i-love.html' title='People&apos;s Reaction To The Job I Love'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-5492781383098710454</id><published>2011-06-25T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T19:10:37.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of Us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips/Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>My Redang Holeeeeeday!</title><content type='html'>Imagine having a small chalet, tucked away in a corner, all to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVHuiZEKeeY/TgWv4mhAqGI/AAAAAAAACcM/Zmzst0QIbHo/s1600/IMG_2176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVHuiZEKeeY/TgWv4mhAqGI/AAAAAAAACcM/Zmzst0QIbHo/s640/IMG_2176.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1. Our little chalet. Really love it =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine waking up every morning to see a sky that changes colour every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AT9tx9S_yE/TgWvy5qhsWI/AAAAAAAACbw/aBI_tijcdrI/s1600/IMG_2047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AT9tx9S_yE/TgWvy5qhsWI/AAAAAAAACbw/aBI_tijcdrI/s640/IMG_2047.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2. Morning sky&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine lazing around by the beach, with nothing to do but to admire what an amazing view you have in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPXCTPBnroE/TgWv767aq1I/AAAAAAAACcc/Dsr5xZ3DzBM/s1600/DSC_0532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPXCTPBnroE/TgWv767aq1I/AAAAAAAACcc/Dsr5xZ3DzBM/s1600/DSC_0532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3. Amazing view HAHAHAHAH! Joking x)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hahahahahah Amazing view! Wtf. Ok jokes aside. The amazing view I see every day in Redang is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeqevAK9Uok/TgWwJxIKLcI/AAAAAAAACdc/3R7xDaEoVGs/s1600/IMG_2338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeqevAK9Uok/TgWwJxIKLcI/AAAAAAAACdc/3R7xDaEoVGs/s640/IMG_2338.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Redang Island was really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Redang with the boyfriend. Something like our graduation vacation =) Sat a 5 hours bus ride, waited for another few hours to get into the boat to go to Redang. And it was all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the boat ride to &lt;a href="http://www.redangpelangi.com/"&gt;Redang Pelangi Resort&lt;/a&gt;, we saw dolphins! I was so freaking excited ok! DOLPHINS! It was the best start to our holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next 4 days, all we did was wake up really early to watch the sunrise, laze around on the beach. Gosh the sand is so white and fine! The only exercise we got was when we were snorkeling (which isn't much of an exercise) and when we were walking around on the beach. Perfect holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really wanna show you guys what an awesome place Redang is &lt;strike&gt;and then slip in a few camwhore shots of me.&lt;/strike&gt; OK! Picture time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87USEE-JpJM/TgWvxSZLqYI/AAAAAAAACbo/4BTp54GPPnI/s1600/2..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87USEE-JpJM/TgWvxSZLqYI/AAAAAAAACbo/4BTp54GPPnI/s640/2..JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5. At the jetty, waiting for our boat. P.S. Redang Island is part of the Terengganu state.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eLGGYkXen3c/TgWvyWGs3jI/AAAAAAAACbs/BtsVZHon3D0/s1600/IMG_1971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eLGGYkXen3c/TgWvyWGs3jI/AAAAAAAACbs/BtsVZHon3D0/s640/IMG_1971.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#6. More More Cha! You cannot not visit this place when you are in Redang x)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Another thing I love about Redang is that I can eat as much ice cream as I want with the excuse that it is hot and wear my bikinis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also in Redang that I watch my very first sunrise =) Seriously, being a girl who grew up in the west coast of Malaysia, I rarely get to watch the sun rise by the beach. Sunrise was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour of the sky changes every 10 minutes. It was so magical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ziu38z3eO3U/TgWv0GzFyKI/AAAAAAAACb0/lDzMBdUIZcQ/s1600/IMG_2059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ziu38z3eO3U/TgWv0GzFyKI/AAAAAAAACb0/lDzMBdUIZcQ/s640/IMG_2059.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joIHNLG7OYg/TgWv0s-zNgI/AAAAAAAACb4/AbHosQxl_4Q/s1600/IMG_2068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joIHNLG7OYg/TgWv0s-zNgI/AAAAAAAACb4/AbHosQxl_4Q/s640/IMG_2068.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uHRq8MXq34/TgWv1Ok9j3I/AAAAAAAACb8/IlnYYpsYMvc/s1600/IMG_2075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uHRq8MXq34/TgWv1Ok9j3I/AAAAAAAACb8/IlnYYpsYMvc/s640/IMG_2075.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#9.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0pv-Ba9hwc/TgWv10K9T8I/AAAAAAAACcA/KruM4CxXKrY/s1600/IMG_2090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0pv-Ba9hwc/TgWv10K9T8I/AAAAAAAACcA/KruM4CxXKrY/s640/IMG_2090.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#10.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is practically nothing much to do there in Redang, which was perfect. You're either out snorkelling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQaQOVR-BLs/TgWv22QcVrI/AAAAAAAACcE/ctPJYC78vog/s1600/IMG_2131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQaQOVR-BLs/TgWv22QcVrI/AAAAAAAACcE/ctPJYC78vog/s640/IMG_2131.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#11.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5kOEmCv5Gg/TgWv38EZGEI/AAAAAAAACcI/XrOKKOokH50/s1600/IMG_2134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5kOEmCv5Gg/TgWv38EZGEI/AAAAAAAACcI/XrOKKOokH50/s640/IMG_2134.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#12.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or lazing around on the beach - sleeping, reading or taking photos (or let people take photos of you :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2eMqWAxibp4/TgWv5nwIXSI/AAAAAAAACcQ/U9YVY3yhKuY/s1600/1.+Looking+Up.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2eMqWAxibp4/TgWv5nwIXSI/AAAAAAAACcQ/U9YVY3yhKuY/s640/1.+Looking+Up.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#13.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wl8NAZlvbIY/TgWv62Pm4zI/AAAAAAAACcU/I6oHgJMVViQ/s1600/IMG_2209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wl8NAZlvbIY/TgWv62Pm4zI/AAAAAAAACcU/I6oHgJMVViQ/s640/IMG_2209.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#14.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3b-nWldK2m4/TgWv7bJKaSI/AAAAAAAACcY/ZGfiZIUeKkg/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3b-nWldK2m4/TgWv7bJKaSI/AAAAAAAACcY/ZGfiZIUeKkg/s640/IMG_2217.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#15.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JcHzczgfta8/TgWv82npqnI/AAAAAAAACcg/OlX7VosF0Jo/s1600/DSC_0538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JcHzczgfta8/TgWv82npqnI/AAAAAAAACcg/OlX7VosF0Jo/s640/DSC_0538.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#16.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nAdSCha1iJc/TgWwCwWublI/AAAAAAAACc8/ExkGmR3UX7o/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nAdSCha1iJc/TgWwCwWublI/AAAAAAAACc8/ExkGmR3UX7o/s640/DSC_0025.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#17.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUfllsbLWF4/TgWwJHYz_yI/AAAAAAAACdY/ejO6PskcdvA/s1600/IMG_2330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUfllsbLWF4/TgWwJHYz_yI/AAAAAAAACdY/ejO6PskcdvA/s640/IMG_2330.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#18.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSF5r2bkv5I/TgWwCHGFdXI/AAAAAAAACc4/OFK3Ggh0tPI/s1600/IMG_2265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSF5r2bkv5I/TgWwCHGFdXI/AAAAAAAACc4/OFK3Ggh0tPI/s640/IMG_2265.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#19.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Then in the evening, you can walk around. I really enjoy watching the girls around getting people to take photos of them. And they really dressed up! They came out in dresses and beach hats, some had make-up on. Who knew, I too would have walked out to a beach in a dress (no hats and make-up though) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg1z8n7JnlM/TgWv9_fl_7I/AAAAAAAACco/5gn7JszbFio/s1600/DSC_0025+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg1z8n7JnlM/TgWv9_fl_7I/AAAAAAAACco/5gn7JszbFio/s640/DSC_0025+%25282%2529.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#20.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8X52MNsTPLQ/TgWwAJfVkNI/AAAAAAAACcw/XwfRLXeB15s/s1600/IMG_2246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8X52MNsTPLQ/TgWwAJfVkNI/AAAAAAAACcw/XwfRLXeB15s/s640/IMG_2246.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#21. See my tan! I like I like!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0UwjZ3KU6sU/TgWwK3xkWWI/AAAAAAAACdg/glltV2RtC4I/s1600/DSC_0196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0UwjZ3KU6sU/TgWwK3xkWWI/AAAAAAAACdg/glltV2RtC4I/s640/DSC_0196.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#22.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ok, I am seriously in love with my tan. I miss it sooo much! I don't like looking fair, pale and ghostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36TTNe16Ulc/TgWwE3MhaEI/AAAAAAAACdE/3uzQBP_6hOA/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36TTNe16Ulc/TgWwE3MhaEI/AAAAAAAACdE/3uzQBP_6hOA/s640/DSC_0046.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#23. Taken by the boyfriend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Random thought: It's awesome having a boyfriend with a camera x) I don't need to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dnmoFj6AAw/TgWwGLCnq2I/AAAAAAAACdI/dQovWJQTDCk/s1600/IMG_2287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dnmoFj6AAw/TgWwGLCnq2I/AAAAAAAACdI/dQovWJQTDCk/s640/IMG_2287.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#24. The boyfriend and his sunburnt body.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;LOOK AT PHOTO #25! This is not a swimming pool. It's the damn sea. In the so many seas I have been to, this is the clearest and bluest I have ever seen. And people tell me that there are much nicer seas in Malaysia. I must visit all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2PspuU67y4/TgWwGx32DbI/AAAAAAAACdM/vdm_lIy2BS4/s1600/IMG_2290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2PspuU67y4/TgWwGx32DbI/AAAAAAAACdM/vdm_lIy2BS4/s640/IMG_2290.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#25.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On the last day, surprisingly, I was not reluctant to leave. Not because I did not have fun, but because I felt so energised and refreshed. I was so ready to go back to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 years in university, exams after exams and finally finishing my thesis and final exams, the 4 days in Redang was a much needed break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left, I took more photos of this Island. So beautiful and it goes to show that Malaysia is a beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Redang, I had a new personal mission: To visit more islands in Malaysia =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IaPAmqnfL5k/TgWwHSo7m2I/AAAAAAAACdQ/f9LN4rwl6n0/s1600/IMG_2315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IaPAmqnfL5k/TgWwHSo7m2I/AAAAAAAACdQ/f9LN4rwl6n0/s640/IMG_2315.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#26.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCC3S_Ae1HY/TgWwHzFduEI/AAAAAAAACdU/qavZUuCVRLI/s1600/IMG_2318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCC3S_Ae1HY/TgWwHzFduEI/AAAAAAAACdU/qavZUuCVRLI/s640/IMG_2318.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#27.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So, should you visit Redang? Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I have to say this, if people don't start really taking care of this place, soon, Redang is going to lose its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was snorkelling there, you could see corals dying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, if you are going to Redang, do be responsible. After all, the beauty of mother nature is everyone's responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again with the question, should you visit Redang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-5492781383098710454?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/5492781383098710454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-redang-holeeeeeday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5492781383098710454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5492781383098710454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-redang-holeeeeeday.html' title='My Redang Holeeeeeday!'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVHuiZEKeeY/TgWv4mhAqGI/AAAAAAAACcM/Zmzst0QIbHo/s72-c/IMG_2176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-9104187414815783313</id><published>2011-06-05T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:35:47.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips/Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Georgetown, Penang: A Town of Little Treasures</title><content type='html'>Before I left Penang for home after they final touch up of my thesis, I decided to explore Georgetown on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can describe Georgetown in just one word, it will be nolstagia. Kinda ironic since I have not been born when most of the buildings I saw were built. But that's just how Georgetown makes you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around this town, you see the awkward mix of old and new. The funny thing is, it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see the mix of old and new, it takes you back in time, it leaves you wondering, "How was life back then?" and "One day, would all these amazing structures of history and culture disappear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no expert of history, culture and all that jizz but I love how Georgetown makes me feel. It's different from the busy Kuala Lumpur. In Georgetown, parts of it shows how much Penang has progressed yet in certain parts, it still represents the laid back, full of culture part of Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now understand why Georgetown was listed as one of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Heritage_Site"&gt;UNESCO World Heritage Sites&lt;/a&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgetown is a town of little treasures to be discovered. Enjoy the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aiJZYV_eCv4/TepstC0x7LI/AAAAAAAACZc/CD8KUtKSqpk/s1600/IMG_1686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aiJZYV_eCv4/TepstC0x7LI/AAAAAAAACZc/CD8KUtKSqpk/s640/IMG_1686.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1. KOMTAR, landmark of Penang Island.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6srU1RppVNU/TepstxTvlpI/AAAAAAAACZg/nzYjiHx_VJk/s1600/IMG_1697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6srU1RppVNU/TepstxTvlpI/AAAAAAAACZg/nzYjiHx_VJk/s640/IMG_1697.JPG" width="502" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2. LIDO Shoes - no idea what that is :P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn6jIp2tPzg/Tepsuj96NzI/AAAAAAAACZk/194q3xbVTcE/s1600/IMG_1699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn6jIp2tPzg/Tepsuj96NzI/AAAAAAAACZk/194q3xbVTcE/s640/IMG_1699.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCJ4ncIQtlY/Tepsvd-xj5I/AAAAAAAACZo/bcTkrrFvj2U/s1600/IMG_1705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCJ4ncIQtlY/Tepsvd-xj5I/AAAAAAAACZo/bcTkrrFvj2U/s640/IMG_1705.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4. I really really love this wall! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60y6j3aAInc/TepsyDZPHOI/AAAAAAAACZ4/LiwWqf8guog/s1600/IMG_1741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60y6j3aAInc/TepsyDZPHOI/AAAAAAAACZ4/LiwWqf8guog/s640/IMG_1741.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5. Graffiti.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTnKpfzeToQ/TepsxUFpdCI/AAAAAAAACZ0/WgzakgfQu14/s1600/IMG_1732%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTnKpfzeToQ/TepsxUFpdCI/AAAAAAAACZ0/WgzakgfQu14/s640/IMG_1732%25281%2529.JPG" width="514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9M3jBJ-CIhU/TepswgaVjkI/AAAAAAAACZw/XS0dSadp91g/s1600/IMG_1729%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9M3jBJ-CIhU/TepswgaVjkI/AAAAAAAACZw/XS0dSadp91g/s640/IMG_1729%25281%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KrX2K4YJjY/Tepsvx_oHoI/AAAAAAAACZs/cCfNJDqTk1A/s1600/IMG_1713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KrX2K4YJjY/Tepsvx_oHoI/AAAAAAAACZs/cCfNJDqTk1A/s640/IMG_1713.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PH_wApo7A2U/TepsywrytGI/AAAAAAAACZ8/ckOIYJr2I1M/s1600/IMG_1764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PH_wApo7A2U/TepsywrytGI/AAAAAAAACZ8/ckOIYJr2I1M/s640/IMG_1764.JPG" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#9. The silhouette of the Guan Yin Temple&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nl3wr6uMdL8/TepszlEm6pI/AAAAAAAACaA/Vo9JEWFjffU/s1600/IMG_1766%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nl3wr6uMdL8/TepszlEm6pI/AAAAAAAACaA/Vo9JEWFjffU/s640/IMG_1766%25281%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#10.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1EBym8vl10/Teps0LWXTwI/AAAAAAAACaE/CHeMFi1Idp0/s1600/IMG_1767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1EBym8vl10/Teps0LWXTwI/AAAAAAAACaE/CHeMFi1Idp0/s640/IMG_1767.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#11.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5vw_rEPc0ws/Teps0vYApiI/AAAAAAAACaI/Tnsr0X8oMDc/s1600/IMG_1781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5vw_rEPc0ws/Teps0vYApiI/AAAAAAAACaI/Tnsr0X8oMDc/s640/IMG_1781.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#12. St. George's Church&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPY-3Zq4VhI/Teps3ayl5AI/AAAAAAAACaY/T9mO0nI9D5g/s1600/IMG_1801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPY-3Zq4VhI/Teps3ayl5AI/AAAAAAAACaY/T9mO0nI9D5g/s640/IMG_1801.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#13. An Indian cuisine restaurant - so cute!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6kHFxfRY6I/Teps2utszSI/AAAAAAAACaU/Som6Nm4Sbno/s1600/IMG_1799+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6kHFxfRY6I/Teps2utszSI/AAAAAAAACaU/Som6Nm4Sbno/s640/IMG_1799+-+Copy.JPG" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#14.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaFxXCZiVn8/Teps1ziMngI/AAAAAAAACaQ/Mg9MXq17kso/s1600/IMG_1797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaFxXCZiVn8/Teps1ziMngI/AAAAAAAACaQ/Mg9MXq17kso/s640/IMG_1797.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#15.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67fCEWSSEHs/Teps1auZYkI/AAAAAAAACaM/RaRV29nV8Pk/s1600/IMG_1786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67fCEWSSEHs/Teps1auZYkI/AAAAAAAACaM/RaRV29nV8Pk/s640/IMG_1786.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#16.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t92OlvzMPBg/Teps39x76hI/AAAAAAAACac/D5xiUpnQC9w/s1600/IMG_1804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t92OlvzMPBg/Teps39x76hI/AAAAAAAACac/D5xiUpnQC9w/s640/IMG_1804.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#17.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DmsUc9By-BU/Teps4VlwDLI/AAAAAAAACag/YC3KLu02FJc/s1600/IMG_1818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DmsUc9By-BU/Teps4VlwDLI/AAAAAAAACag/YC3KLu02FJc/s640/IMG_1818.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#18.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Since you're here, which is your favourite? =)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-9104187414815783313?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/9104187414815783313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/06/georgetown-penang-town-of-little.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/9104187414815783313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/9104187414815783313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/06/georgetown-penang-town-of-little.html' title='Georgetown, Penang: A Town of Little Treasures'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aiJZYV_eCv4/TepstC0x7LI/AAAAAAAACZc/CD8KUtKSqpk/s72-c/IMG_1686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-2398658316335214659</id><published>2011-06-04T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:32:21.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorised'/><title type='text'>Busy!</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I have been so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been up and down, here and there for the past 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hope I get the time to update on how awesome Redang was =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIXUPIulhGA/TepPSnvroUI/AAAAAAAACZE/B9eHnIRAQnM/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIXUPIulhGA/TepPSnvroUI/AAAAAAAACZE/B9eHnIRAQnM/s640/DSC_0047.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-2398658316335214659?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/2398658316335214659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/2398658316335214659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/2398658316335214659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy.html' title='Busy!'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIXUPIulhGA/TepPSnvroUI/AAAAAAAACZE/B9eHnIRAQnM/s72-c/DSC_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-851701742787580162</id><published>2011-05-27T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T12:59:02.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips/Holidays'/><title type='text'>[Sneak Peek] Redang Island</title><content type='html'>I am back to reality after a 4 days 3 nights trip to a paradise called Redang Island, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redang is absolutely beautiful! I love it there =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna tell you guys all about my trip but I am exhausted and need rest. Tomorrow I will be heading to Universiti Malaya to help out in &lt;a href="http://www.aiesec.my/main/youth-nation-summit-2011/"&gt;Youth Nation Summit 2011&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, I shall leave you with this picture. Can't wait to show you more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AVWVc4tATWU/Td6LgwE4I5I/AAAAAAAACYg/28gujz7KgWY/s1600/IMG_1946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AVWVc4tATWU/Td6LgwE4I5I/AAAAAAAACYg/28gujz7KgWY/s640/IMG_1946.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-851701742787580162?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/851701742787580162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/sneak-peak-redang-island.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/851701742787580162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/851701742787580162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/sneak-peak-redang-island.html' title='[Sneak Peek] Redang Island'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AVWVc4tATWU/Td6LgwE4I5I/AAAAAAAACYg/28gujz7KgWY/s72-c/IMG_1946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-8650509773681448596</id><published>2011-05-22T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:21:45.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorised'/><title type='text'>Away: On a Holiday</title><content type='html'>University is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just done with a 2 days 1 night intensive meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my graduation vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I am finally going to Redang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-8650509773681448596?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/8650509773681448596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/away-on-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/8650509773681448596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/8650509773681448596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/away-on-holiday.html' title='Away: On a Holiday'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-4184335600526362081</id><published>2011-05-14T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T17:05:01.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life In University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, this time, I would have already collected my thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, this time, I would have submitted my final completed thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 24th, I will know if or not I passed all my subjects thus unofficially, but surely graduating with a degree from USM. Then I will sigh with relief and tell myself, "Finally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong though, if you have read my previous posts (for example: &lt;a href="http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/remembering.html"&gt;Remembering&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-lessons-in-3-years.html"&gt;10 Lessons in 3 Years&lt;/a&gt;), I love my university life. Being a university student has been an awesome journey and it really did make a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will I miss studying and all those late-night-last-minute cramping? Nope, defintely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTPc724atHA/Tc4ue9UKQNI/AAAAAAAACXQ/8rCFryZC-Pg/s1600/IMG_1675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTPc724atHA/Tc4ue9UKQNI/AAAAAAAACXQ/8rCFryZC-Pg/s640/IMG_1675.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candid shot of a guy I do not know. This was taken in the library of USM.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on Monday, 16th May, as I leave Penang, I know I am going to miss this place and everything that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to be sad though, cause along with me, I will have all the amazing memories made in the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can say this, from the bottom of my heart, being a university student is an amazing experience. One I will surely miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To all future university students&lt;/i&gt;, do appreciate your years in uni. Only you can decide whether or not they will be your best years of your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-4184335600526362081?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/4184335600526362081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/finally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/4184335600526362081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/4184335600526362081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTPc724atHA/Tc4ue9UKQNI/AAAAAAAACXQ/8rCFryZC-Pg/s72-c/IMG_1675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-5575977885369034890</id><published>2011-05-12T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:36:39.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorised'/><title type='text'>The "Like" Button</title><content type='html'>Google is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Google I would never have figured out how people put the Facebook "Like" button on their blogpost. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXWF58-uY5A/TcvwFPIr5dI/AAAAAAAACWw/oNHf97k5PTk/s1600/facebook_like_button_big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXWF58-uY5A/TcvwFPIr5dI/AAAAAAAACWw/oNHf97k5PTk/s320/facebook_like_button_big.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how noob I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have it on every post! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to like my posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I did it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I referred to: &lt;a href="http://www.tianchad.com/2010/06/how-to-put-facebook-like-button-on.html"&gt;http://www.tianchad.com/2010/06/how-to-put-facebook-like-button-on.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I did not figure it out myself. Which is why I said, Google is awesome x)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-5575977885369034890?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/5575977885369034890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/like-button.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5575977885369034890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5575977885369034890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/like-button.html' title='The &quot;Like&quot; Button'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXWF58-uY5A/TcvwFPIr5dI/AAAAAAAACWw/oNHf97k5PTk/s72-c/facebook_like_button_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-7632438956964230505</id><published>2011-05-10T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:19:50.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Colour Your World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ym4E7HuVqc8/Tbx6n6n-L-I/AAAAAAAACVA/t-_IB2Ozpl4/s1600/IMG_1550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ym4E7HuVqc8/Tbx6n6n-L-I/AAAAAAAACVA/t-_IB2Ozpl4/s640/IMG_1550.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour your world, just like how you would want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can decide how your life looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am lucky. Very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I have been given the opportunity to decide what I want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been given the chance to make decisions, however stupid and make mistakes. I was allowed to learn from them and then make even more decisions myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my 3-years in university is ending, it's time for me to choose again how I want to colour my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited to move forward =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-7632438956964230505?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/7632438956964230505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/colour-your-world.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7632438956964230505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7632438956964230505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/colour-your-world.html' title='Colour Your World'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ym4E7HuVqc8/Tbx6n6n-L-I/AAAAAAAACVA/t-_IB2Ozpl4/s72-c/IMG_1550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-9077201088726429317</id><published>2011-05-07T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:52:16.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life In University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>While I was packing last night, I recalled my thoughts and feelings when my answers sheet to my last paper in USM was collected. The first sentence that came to my head was, "Shit. This is it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final ever paper as an undergraduate. I had no idea how I would feel. After exclaiming "Shit!" pretty loudly in my head, then the feeling of disbelief faded off. After that, it was just like any other day I've been going through for the pass 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I packed, the disbelief came back, along with nolstagia and a little sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging out all my old books and notes (which I have accumulated and refused to throw for 6 semesters) brought back loads of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, for the past few days, small little drawers of memories in my head kept unlocking themselves. Drawers of memories I've kept away and have forgotten about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raYaK_FfZTU/TcRzGAjsJ4I/AAAAAAAACWU/teQKLqWA-oM/s1600/IMG_1655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raYaK_FfZTU/TcRzGAjsJ4I/AAAAAAAACWU/teQKLqWA-oM/s640/IMG_1655.JPG" width="556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed as slow as I could. This might sound silly, but I was savouring  the recalled moments. Every item I pack brought back precious lost  memories to me. I found the handwritten notes I used to religiously do, the doodles on my notes and the random sentences I would write while not paying attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered all the morning classes I hate so much, the evening classes I miss (cause I overslept), the sleep-inducing lectures, the eye-candy lecturers, the amazingly hilarious laugh-die-me lecturers, lectures that got me thinking, lectures that totally made me not understand what the hell I am studying... aaah and so many more. Looking back, will I miss lectures? - maybe. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUfoUKwMFIA/TcRzFkkiaFI/AAAAAAAACWQ/zbiqnFl5xvA/s1600/IMG_1651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="470" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUfoUKwMFIA/TcRzFkkiaFI/AAAAAAAACWQ/zbiqnFl5xvA/s640/IMG_1651.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2. School of Biological Science - from the route I always take =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very day, I walked through the usual route I use in campus, I know deep down that  I will miss this place very much. This is probably the first time I've  said this - I really love my campus. It is in this campus that some of  my most memorable moments happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R3RokVN71Rc/TcRzE0JE6mI/AAAAAAAACWI/51X8YnY661A/s1600/IMG_1629%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R3RokVN71Rc/TcRzE0JE6mI/AAAAAAAACWI/51X8YnY661A/s640/IMG_1629%25281%2529.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this campus, I met lecturers who made me love what I am studying even more, they made me forget about how uncertain and unsure I was when I opted for the less popular major (Environmental Science).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met individuals who are so special in their own way, whose stories inspired me and motivated me, whom I learned from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in this campus that I learned how to live away from my family. I laughed, I cried and did things I never thought I ever would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxs9Lv2QSzY/TcRzGpLuVrI/AAAAAAAACWY/hxK8osRjhwE/s1600/IMG_1650%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxs9Lv2QSzY/TcRzGpLuVrI/AAAAAAAACWY/hxK8osRjhwE/s640/IMG_1650%25281%2529.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in every single thing we've touched - a pen, a book, that street we constantly walk on, another's life, someone's heart, that contains the memories of our lives. They hold the very happenings of your life, significant or not, that has made you who you are today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I walked in campus and packed, I came to this realization that 3 years of my life has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some 3 years is a long time, to some 3 years  is short. To me, 3 years is just right. I would not have asked for any day less or more cause it is in these 3 years, some of the best moments and significant learning points happened. It is in these 3 years, I became me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUcaW-rr11g/TcRzFVCQEbI/AAAAAAAACWM/XYWl7OwwmVc/s1600/IMG_1637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUcaW-rr11g/TcRzFVCQEbI/AAAAAAAACWM/XYWl7OwwmVc/s640/IMG_1637.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago, I had a dream of obtaining my Masters and Ph.D. But in these 3 years I learned something that made me change my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that humans, though not blessed with wings like a bird, can still soar as high as they want. The sky is not a limit. Limits are created by our fears and doubt. If we're able to put that aside, we can do amazing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainties, fear and doubt still exist in my life. In fact, now that I am graduating, these fears, doubts and uncertainties just became more intimidating. But at least now, I know I can have a bigger dream and that I can make it come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the 3 years of being an ungraduate, I would not have found that out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-9077201088726429317?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/9077201088726429317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/remembering.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/9077201088726429317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/9077201088726429317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raYaK_FfZTU/TcRzGAjsJ4I/AAAAAAAACWU/teQKLqWA-oM/s72-c/IMG_1655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-5013325945846140948</id><published>2011-05-03T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:21:04.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Gay is Perfectly Fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dv1Ahzckhos/Tb7krPs2GsI/AAAAAAAACVk/n_nPcPcX7i8/s1600/IMG_1358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dv1Ahzckhos/Tb7krPs2GsI/AAAAAAAACVk/n_nPcPcX7i8/s640/IMG_1358.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay memusnahkan hidup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah hidup anda telah dimusnahkan seorang gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and see what we, in this world, are doing to homosexuals, transexuals, people living with HIV etc. It's the straight, so-called 'normal' people who are ruining other people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discriminated and bullied. They are made fun of, looked down on and are not allowed basic human rights that we enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that so? Cause we, 'normal, straight people' decided that Gay is weird. That being gay is not normal. That it's not ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is destroying who's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fikir-fikir dan renung-renungkan lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-5013325945846140948?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/5013325945846140948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/gay-is-perfectly-fine.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5013325945846140948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5013325945846140948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/gay-is-perfectly-fine.html' title='Gay is Perfectly Fine'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dv1Ahzckhos/Tb7krPs2GsI/AAAAAAAACVk/n_nPcPcX7i8/s72-c/IMG_1358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-7997727957501947174</id><published>2011-05-01T05:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T05:56:42.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>We Were Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8dxkYHvYowc/Tbx6mnDA8gI/AAAAAAAACU4/lbpNmcMEcRs/s1600/IMG_1516%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8dxkYHvYowc/Tbx6mnDA8gI/AAAAAAAACU4/lbpNmcMEcRs/s640/IMG_1516%25281%2529.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once, in the near past, we were children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children who learned how to walk only to fall. But we always stood up again and continued walking, as if falling was normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children who ran, climbed and jumped with no fear of falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, we were children who played with anyone we met at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children who would cry when we were pushed by another, but forgets it soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children who defined race as a competition of speed and not skin colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were once a kid who saw the world just at it is, through innocent eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time. When we were children. Everything was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-7997727957501947174?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/7997727957501947174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-were-children.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7997727957501947174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7997727957501947174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-were-children.html' title='We Were Children'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8dxkYHvYowc/Tbx6mnDA8gI/AAAAAAAACU4/lbpNmcMEcRs/s72-c/IMG_1516%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-5670097480085122001</id><published>2011-04-30T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T03:38:15.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life In University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>10 Lessons in 3 Years</title><content type='html'>Soon, I cannot call myself a university student anymore. My 3 years as a university student have been an amazing journey of ups and downs for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years is not long. I still remember what I told myself 3 years ago. I said, "Jessica Loi. Enter uni with an open mind to learn. Go into uni with an open heart to accept and love. Most of all, learn to appreciate yourself, gain confidence and graduate as a stronger more confident Jessica Loi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise to myself to go on no matter how difficult my uni life turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My university life was more physically, mentally and emotionally draining than I expected it to be but I do not regret any moment of it. Not even the low moments. Truth is, the low moments are what made me the stronger woman I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just wanna share (random) 10 of the many things I learnt while in uni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Small things matter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6G8E_WEJI1Q/TKh6itOrjAI/AAAAAAAABaU/RvwRDgB33zU/s1600/IMG_8421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6G8E_WEJI1Q/TKh6itOrjAI/AAAAAAAABaU/RvwRDgB33zU/s640/IMG_8421.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It's normal for us to ignore what an effect a smile, a simple hello or just a random note can have on someone else. When I was in uni, I found out that a smile is able to make someone's day. A simple hello can change someone's life and a random note can help a person make a life-changing decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a very strong girl. I have given up on so many things in my life just cause I do not have the courage to step out of the little shell I enclosed myself in. When I was in uni, I, again and again, have people tell me how strong I have grown to be, that I've inspired them or that I helped them. Those small little words have kept me going. At times when I wanted to give everything up, these words came again and made me change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then I realised that, the small actions we make might mean the world to someone else. So, don't push them aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, for it might brighten someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell someone they're amazing when they are. Who knows, your words might be hat pushed a person to greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.Uncertainties are OK&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1101675503"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1101675504"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jiB_B4f2hio/Tbr9Tuc2urI/AAAAAAAACUk/-TLw8LEPQOY/s1600/Uncertainties+-+OK.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jiB_B4f2hio/Tbr9Tuc2urI/AAAAAAAACUk/-TLw8LEPQOY/s640/Uncertainties+-+OK.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I used to be terrified of uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, correction. I am still terrified of uncertainties. I've just learned how to accept them as part of life and that uncertainties are necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine now, life all planned out. Nothing is gonna change. Everything follows what you plan for with no obstacles. Then that, my darlings, is not life. It's not reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is. Shit happens. Things you plan out for might not go like how you want it to. Fearing uncertainties, like me, stops you from taking action. It stops you from doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was afraid to take risks. I was afraid of not knowing what will happen, I forgo many opportunities and many things I've wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only in uni that I learned. Uncertainties is what makes life. It's ok to be scared but you must be able to overlook that fear and still move on with your life. Do what you have always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens in the future? Well, you'll find out tomorrow isn't it? So, keep your eye on the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Jump as high as I can.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLwPuzE59kU/TNXFSLwb7xI/AAAAAAAABgA/Y3nj2U_zCyw/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLwPuzE59kU/TNXFSLwb7xI/AAAAAAAABgA/Y3nj2U_zCyw/s640/IMG_0019.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this says it all. In anything I do, I need to aim high, and believe I can achieve it. Only then, I know that, one day, I will achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Choose health over body size&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IuA8UuIz6SQ/Tbr9IzwlSdI/AAAAAAAACUI/yrG0OrQxEcQ/s1600/Grew+Thinner.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IuA8UuIz6SQ/Tbr9IzwlSdI/AAAAAAAACUI/yrG0OrQxEcQ/s640/Grew+Thinner.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I've lost a considerable amount of weight in these 3 years. I have always been a skinny girl to begin with. But my weight loss was obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In uni, I never took care of what I eat (or don't eat). I started losing weight, slowly. Since I am skinny, it wasn't noticable, until last year. I looked so unhealthy. Haggard. My head (which is pretty big in size) now looks too big for my body. All my pants are falling off my waist. My t-shirts that once fit so snugly now are too big for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of people rejoiced for my lweight loss. They were saying that I am lucky. They've been trying SO HARD to lose weight. I was like, "Really? But you just tweeted about eating 20 bars of chocolate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot imagine how much I want to gain weight right now. How much I want my old body back. The time when my ass was, to some people, fat. The time when I had a double chin. The time when I shook hands, my underarms's flabs would wobble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me wonder. How can these healthy looking people, these people who claim they are fat (who are not) have a no eatin diet or cut down on their food so blindly? I did that (with no intention to diet) and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with my weight and flabby arms, I lost something far more important. My health. I have been falling sick so often, the doctors probably knows me by now. Falling sick really affected everything I did. I hate my body now. I hate how I tired I feel all the time. I hate how sick I have become. I hate how I look pale all the time. I miss my pink cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna diet, diet healthily. Being and feeling healthy is way more important.When you're healthy, your body will be in its right shape. When you're healthy, that's when you look your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. When you're a teacher, you're a student too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x152FpH6ZHg/Tbr9JjsIlgI/AAAAAAAACUM/2AmuRFKMZmw/s1600/Aim+To+Teach+-+Then+Learn.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x152FpH6ZHg/Tbr9JjsIlgI/AAAAAAAACUM/2AmuRFKMZmw/s640/Aim+To+Teach+-+Then+Learn.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Being in an organisation, leading a team, one of my key role was to educate and develop the members in my team. After all, we all joined AIESEC to learn and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something that is very important. To me at least. When you are a teacher, you are a student as well. This is something I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my role is to ensure the members do develop through various opportunities and task provided, little did I know, I was being taught many lessons too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these 2 girls in the photo for example. They are my team members, my darlings babies. While all I did was give them tasks and responsibilities, they learned and develop. What most people don't know is, I learned a lot from them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always treasure their insights, their opinions. They're effort and determination taught me that with the 2 qualities, you can do a lot. They showed me that if I wanted to, I can do anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the roles are so vague. I don't know anymore who the 'teacher' is, but that's what the point is. Learning is a two-way process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. You're nothing special, until you decide to be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSjjx8VyhY4/Tbr9TENuZCI/AAAAAAAACUg/NNV64LxMHNY/s1600/Nothing+Special.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSjjx8VyhY4/Tbr9TENuZCI/AAAAAAAACUg/NNV64LxMHNY/s640/Nothing+Special.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;When I graduate, I am graduating with thousands other in Malaysia, millions more around the world. Truth is, I am nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do I sit around and cry about it? I rather save my tears for sob movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in uni, I have met extraordinary people. I learned that these extraordinary people are special, not because they were born that way but because they chose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're like me. They are average students. Graduated with millions of others but yet they are doing amazing now. How? They never gave up. They insisted to be special, they did all they could to stand out and they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I leave my dear university, I will promise myself. I promise to make myself special. To stand out and do my best in what I pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Friends come in all shapes and sizes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp5ct_BuOjQ/Tbr9RN0GFKI/AAAAAAAACUY/V0Aq_kzaweU/s1600/Friends.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp5ct_BuOjQ/Tbr9RN0GFKI/AAAAAAAACUY/V0Aq_kzaweU/s640/Friends.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Friends do come in unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always are too quick to judge. When we learn to stop doing that, we'll see how amazing each individual is. Then you'll gain some new amazing friends who you'd never thought you 'll be friends with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. You don't need wings to touch the sky.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uann4zMbI9Q/Tbr9QFOm_0I/AAAAAAAACUU/INlccKWeE6M/s1600/Don%2527t+Need+Wings.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uann4zMbI9Q/Tbr9QFOm_0I/AAAAAAAACUU/INlccKWeE6M/s640/Don%2527t+Need+Wings.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I learned that I do not need wings to fly. All I need are dreams and the will to make them happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Being almost there, but never quite there yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LpDlNDBwwmE/Tbr9OAWF9eI/AAAAAAAACUQ/8fYNcWeGGLM/s1600/Almost+There+-+Another+Journey.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LpDlNDBwwmE/Tbr9OAWF9eI/AAAAAAAACUQ/8fYNcWeGGLM/s640/Almost+There+-+Another+Journey.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#9.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Everytime something ends, I always look forward to it because I always want to see the outcome of my work. But I forget one important thing to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end marks the beggining of something new. Because we fail to embrace the beggining of something new, we are cautious towards change. We are skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fail to embrace the beggining of a new journey, we also get lost in between. We're neither at the old path we used to follow nor are we in a new one, cause we don't want to start something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learn to embrace that 'something new'. It helps me anticipate my new journey. Makes me think about what I want to do. It makes me excited :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am almost there. Almost a graduate. Almost a degree holder. I am excited for two things - my graduation and what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Penang is awesome!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09oFQOOWyuc/Tbr9SgvW9vI/AAAAAAAACUc/7jLb2QhHFz8/s1600/Miss+Penang.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09oFQOOWyuc/Tbr9SgvW9vI/AAAAAAAACUc/7jLb2QhHFz8/s640/Miss+Penang.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#10.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Last but not least, the undeniable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang is actually an awesome place. Love Penang Island x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-5670097480085122001?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/5670097480085122001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-lessons-in-3-years.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5670097480085122001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5670097480085122001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-lessons-in-3-years.html' title='10 Lessons in 3 Years'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6G8E_WEJI1Q/TKh6itOrjAI/AAAAAAAABaU/RvwRDgB33zU/s72-c/IMG_8421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-2377720195270193759</id><published>2011-04-18T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T04:06:57.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Risk and Uncertainties</title><content type='html'>I am not a risk-taker. I hate uncertainties. When I make decisions, I try to reduce risk and get rid of as much uncertainties as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results? Lost opportunites and regrets. The worst is the annoying question in my head - "What if?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I learned from that and realised that sometimes it just is not necessary to ponder on the what ifs and to be afraid of possible outcomes. Outcomes that might not even happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear of the uncertainty in almost everything I do restricted me in so many things. Come to think of it, there are many people whom I will not be friends with now if I allowed my fear of risk and uncertainties to influence the decisions I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6Uyy7q-MJw/TatGNbGL7YI/AAAAAAAACS4/OpNCzkxkMfs/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6Uyy7q-MJw/TatGNbGL7YI/AAAAAAAACS4/OpNCzkxkMfs/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Taken with my iPhone] Restrictions&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Restrictions. I have been restricted all this while. Not any more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am afraid of uncertainties. I still am not daring in taking risks. But I am changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I am even starting to think that uncertainties are kinda exciting x)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-2377720195270193759?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/2377720195270193759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/04/risk-and-uncertainties.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/2377720195270193759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/2377720195270193759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/04/risk-and-uncertainties.html' title='Risk and Uncertainties'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6Uyy7q-MJw/TatGNbGL7YI/AAAAAAAACS4/OpNCzkxkMfs/s72-c/IMG_0564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-3332143966369399237</id><published>2011-04-06T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:27:58.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><title type='text'>Always There</title><content type='html'>In everyone's life there is always someone or something that serves as a light, to &lt;i&gt;guide our way&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like you've&lt;i&gt; lost that light&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;b&gt; think again&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ahDA2SKICg/TYTncYfsCcI/AAAAAAAACSg/pcHetFOVEiA/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ahDA2SKICg/TYTncYfsCcI/AAAAAAAACSg/pcHetFOVEiA/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;always there&lt;/b&gt;. You just need to &lt;i&gt;know where to look&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose &lt;b&gt;hope&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;jessieloi &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-3332143966369399237?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/3332143966369399237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/04/always-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/3332143966369399237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/3332143966369399237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/04/always-there.html' title='Always There'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ahDA2SKICg/TYTncYfsCcI/AAAAAAAACSg/pcHetFOVEiA/s72-c/IMG_0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-1727890986721103763</id><published>2011-03-20T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T01:15:33.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><title type='text'>A Gift</title><content type='html'>Gifts are not valued based on the size or the price. A value of a gift comes from the thought and sincerity someone puts into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t94iZHGNhhQ/TYTi10z6x_I/AAAAAAAACSI/jzqHDW3SMPM/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t94iZHGNhhQ/TYTi10z6x_I/AAAAAAAACSI/jzqHDW3SMPM/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, &lt;a href="http://khoopeijhu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jhu&lt;/a&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will take more photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-1727890986721103763?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1727890986721103763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/03/gift.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1727890986721103763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1727890986721103763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/03/gift.html' title='A Gift'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t94iZHGNhhQ/TYTi10z6x_I/AAAAAAAACSI/jzqHDW3SMPM/s72-c/IMG_1301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-2189842169437503219</id><published>2011-03-17T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:42:45.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>From my iPhone</title><content type='html'>Been busy busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exactly 7 - 8 weeks away from finally finishing my life in university. Thing's have been hectic but I am still appreciating every moment I have left in university =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I haven't really made time to blog, but I have been taking photos - with my dear loyal compact cam and my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few photos I took from my iPhone and using Instagram's filters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eWVsx232Npg/TXuOjRVo9wI/AAAAAAAACRs/Na4gIfiUp7w/s1600/IMG_0585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eWVsx232Npg/TXuOjRVo9wI/AAAAAAAACRs/Na4gIfiUp7w/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUKS_JZ2CTE/TXuOqmidxgI/AAAAAAAACRw/a489x0tTvI8/s1600/IMG_0593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUKS_JZ2CTE/TXuOqmidxgI/AAAAAAAACRw/a489x0tTvI8/s400/IMG_0593.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2. A path in campus that I always use =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SBjPMsWu02Q/TXuOiQ6iq4I/AAAAAAAACRo/1fX0SyO_jW0/s1600/IMG_0560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SBjPMsWu02Q/TXuOiQ6iq4I/AAAAAAAACRo/1fX0SyO_jW0/s400/IMG_0560.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3. Every beginning of the year, the campus's floor will be littered with flowers. Beautiful time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gTIaCokwuQU/TXuOr44yrhI/AAAAAAAACR0/1dwmBoS1COQ/s1600/IMG_0802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gTIaCokwuQU/TXuOr44yrhI/AAAAAAAACR0/1dwmBoS1COQ/s400/IMG_0802.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4. The road in front of my hostel. Love this road. I have yet to take a proper photo of it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;University has been an amazing journey. And it's about to end. I am sure it will end with no regrets. Will update as soon as I am done with my thesis and everything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I will just squeeze some minutes in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you do come here hoping I update =) Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-2189842169437503219?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/2189842169437503219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-my-iphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/2189842169437503219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/2189842169437503219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-my-iphone.html' title='From my iPhone'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eWVsx232Npg/TXuOjRVo9wI/AAAAAAAACRs/Na4gIfiUp7w/s72-c/IMG_0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-1072344957355519509</id><published>2011-03-03T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:36:49.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life In University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips/Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>A Bit of Thailand [Thale Noi Lake]</title><content type='html'>Ah the month of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start it with my birthday. Then slowly, my organizer gets filled up with events, things to-do, assignments and field trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every weekend in March is filled with something to do. Nights are for my thesis. Daytime - classes, assignments and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Do you guys get the hint that I am too busy to blog and that &lt;b&gt;Iamveryverysorry for not updating&lt;/b&gt;?*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true that this March is the busiest most occupied month ever in my entire 3 years in university. It is too, the most important one because whether or not I graduate depends heavily on this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not bore you with my amount of work I have and show you a few pictures from Thailand =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you guys did not know, I went to Thale Noi Lake for a field trip to study about managing aquatic bodies. The pictures below were taken before I went for my (awesome) boat ride. It is a truly beautiful place and my first time seeing such an&amp;nbsp;enormous&amp;nbsp;lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RXptctfbL9c/TWdWKzAvwLI/AAAAAAAACQw/_Iiw2qQsRsM/s1600/IMG_0619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RXptctfbL9c/TWdWKzAvwLI/AAAAAAAACQw/_Iiw2qQsRsM/s1600/IMG_0619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1. An amazing morning.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c4uLN2A8SjA/TWdWLs9i9nI/AAAAAAAACQ0/w4oLNeYnuy8/s1600/IMG_0620%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c4uLN2A8SjA/TWdWLs9i9nI/AAAAAAAACQ0/w4oLNeYnuy8/s1600/IMG_0620%25281%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2. Preparing for work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XjQUJF1ujOM/TWdWM86dVZI/AAAAAAAACQ8/WnMqlKB2XR0/s1600/IMG_0623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XjQUJF1ujOM/TWdWM86dVZI/AAAAAAAACQ8/WnMqlKB2XR0/s1600/IMG_0623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3. Look at the reflection of the sky on the water x)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0TugSARYCJc/TWdWMPpcAnI/AAAAAAAACQ4/XSDP-wBkHIQ/s1600/IMG_0622%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0TugSARYCJc/TWdWMPpcAnI/AAAAAAAACQ4/XSDP-wBkHIQ/s1600/IMG_0622%25281%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That trip was really great and it sure is one of the best field trip I have ever been to. It was fun and you learn a hell lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand is know for it's shopping but we forget sometimes the beautiful side that Thailand has - the awesome beaches, lakes and natural surroundings. Maybe one day, you guys should opt to see these amazing natural beauties instead of just the city/town center.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-1072344957355519509?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1072344957355519509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/03/bit-of-thailand-thale-noi-lake.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1072344957355519509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1072344957355519509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/03/bit-of-thailand-thale-noi-lake.html' title='A Bit of Thailand [Thale Noi Lake]'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RXptctfbL9c/TWdWKzAvwLI/AAAAAAAACQw/_Iiw2qQsRsM/s72-c/IMG_0619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-2177896540061174027</id><published>2011-02-25T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:23:28.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Creating Your Story</title><content type='html'>As I write this, I am sitting alone at Borders, Queensbay. I like working here cause when I feel tired, all I have to do is look around, people-watch =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I people-watch, questions run through my mind, "What kind of life experiences does he/she had? What stories do they have to tell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I ask myself questions like that, I remembered something I told a friend before, "Listen to other people's stories and be inspired. Then, create your own stories to inspire others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about that. A 'principle' I held on to a few years back. I guess I just forgot but I look back at my 22 years of life so far (ok, fineeee. Almost 23 years-old edi), that was what I have been doing even when I have forgotten those words I have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many people in my life. Many of them with amazing stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tell me of their adventures in foreign countries, their encounter with issues, their meetings with other amazing individuals, their aspirations, their motivations, their life principles and stories of what makes them who they are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me ask you this? What story do you want to have to tell people? How do you want to inspire people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many stories to tell, but I do have some. Nevertheless, there is one story that I have not created for myself - the experience of living abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have the opportunity to tell that story in the future? I hope so. I defintely am planning towards that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to you who is reading this note now, do you have a story you want to be able to tell? If you do, what are you doing to make that story happen? Do not wait for it to come to you. Make it happen. Create that story you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be able to tell people&lt;b&gt; how you managed to lead a team towards achieving a goal nobody thought was possible&lt;/b&gt; - grab that opportunity the minute it comes and work towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to tell people how you discovered how truly capable you are by courageously taking the step out of your comfort zone - then make that step right now. What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be able to tell people that &lt;b&gt;one of the best experiences in your life are living abroad&lt;/b&gt; and working with locals - then stop giving excuses and start planning towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[If you wanna know how to do this, &lt;b&gt;visit: &lt;a href="http://www.aiesec.my/GoExchange"&gt;http://www.aiesec.my/GoExchange&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;=D]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be able to say that you have &lt;b&gt;played a part in the global society&lt;/b&gt; in an issue you care about - then stop being afraid and stand up for what you think is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are sitting thinking about what story you wanna tell or is it normal that you don't have an idea of what story you want to create - stop wondering and just go out there and do what you have always wanted to do. Then you can tell people the story of how you did what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[You will be surprised to know how many people do not have the privilege or the courage to do what they want]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives is moulded by the decisions we make. We decide how we want our lives to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it happen. Create your story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-2177896540061174027?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/2177896540061174027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/02/creating-your-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/2177896540061174027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/2177896540061174027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/02/creating-your-story.html' title='Creating Your Story'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-4613300176634338201</id><published>2011-02-23T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:02:53.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life In University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips/Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>[Sneak Peek] Field Trip to Thailand</title><content type='html'>My trip to Hat Yai, Thailand was not for fun. Nonetheless, fun was what I had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Thailand for my course, Aquatic Management, field trip. We were to visit Lake Thale Noi =) It was an awesome trip. We were greeted by the Aquatic Studies students of Prince of Songkhla University, had dinner with them, performed and visited the Thale Noi Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just showing you one picture for now, just for a sneak peek x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yihHx5VB6g8/TWPcpi3V8zI/AAAAAAAACQQ/iKooBX1tTyo/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yihHx5VB6g8/TWPcpi3V8zI/AAAAAAAACQQ/iKooBX1tTyo/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thale Noi Lake, taken at around 8am [+7 GMT]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will find the time to write something longer and post more pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-4613300176634338201?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/4613300176634338201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/02/sneak-peek-field-trip-to-thailand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/4613300176634338201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/4613300176634338201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/02/sneak-peek-field-trip-to-thailand.html' title='[Sneak Peek] Field Trip to Thailand'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yihHx5VB6g8/TWPcpi3V8zI/AAAAAAAACQQ/iKooBX1tTyo/s72-c/IMG_0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-2463744130880899522</id><published>2011-02-18T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T02:57:25.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>A Thought</title><content type='html'>Our culture and traditions might be different, but it doesn't me we can't exist side-by-side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpVIP2zvZO8/TQKY5OQwf-I/AAAAAAAACLI/csWPvEcZte8/s1600/IMG_9632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpVIP2zvZO8/TQKY5OQwf-I/AAAAAAAACLI/csWPvEcZte8/s1600/IMG_9632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken at the Pinang Peranakan Mansion&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving for Thailand in a few hours! Gonna be in Hat Yai for the next 3 days to visit the Thale Noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, it's part of my course to go on this field trip =)) I have the coolest course ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-2463744130880899522?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/2463744130880899522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/02/thought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/2463744130880899522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/2463744130880899522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/02/thought.html' title='A Thought'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpVIP2zvZO8/TQKY5OQwf-I/AAAAAAAACLI/csWPvEcZte8/s72-c/IMG_9632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-5092333192879415943</id><published>2011-02-14T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:33:28.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of Us'/><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>In my entire life, this is my first ever Valentine's Day that I will go through as a taken-and-not-available girl. Even so, I won't be celebrating with the boyfriend cause well, we're geographically&amp;nbsp;separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out that we wouldn't be spending Valentine's Day together, I thought I will be sad and disappointed but I wasn't. Cause, for the first time, on February 14th, I am in love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this post is about a guy who managed to (as&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;cliché&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;as this might sound) win my heart, to tolerate my&amp;nbsp;stubbornness, put up with my many annoying habits and most of all love me for everything that I am. Flaws included. This post is about my Valentine =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you don't really like virtual-display-of-affection Lol but it's V-Day, so today is an exception.&amp;nbsp;I am writing this cause, well, that's what I do. I write and you know I express myself better when I write. Plus, since we're not celebrating V-Day, I still wanted to do something for you. Sending you a letter would've taken forever and writing you an e-mail is not big enough of a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is... surprise! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we had it all planned out to celebrate our first V-Day together but I guess things came up and the plan didn't work out. I am really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this post, I really want to tell you thank you. Thank you for always being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did not trust myself, you told me that I should. You showed me why. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lost faith or doubted myself, you told me don't be silly. You pushed me to do things I would have backed out from. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are times when I get really moody and upset for silly reasons, you tolerated with me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even when I feel extremely stupid, ugly and absolutely useless, in your eyes, you still see me as an amazing person. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes I wonder how you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you, an extremely particular guy, tolerate a girl like me? LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you stand those times when I make you worry and helpless (which is pretty often)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you always know what to do and say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you, despite all my flaws and imperfections, still love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's just you. That's how you are. From the beginning of our relationship, you've already accepted me for who I am. You never fail to tell me that, that you love me for me. No other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly grateful. You taught me to love myself, to appreciate who I am and to trust and have faith in who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my darling JS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we are not celebrating V-Day together, it doesn't really matter to me. Valentine's Day presents and dinners are just items. They're not important. As long as I know I have you as my Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day darling&amp;nbsp;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll celebrate our next V-Day together. I promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Valentine =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggEkbXg7fHI/TVbTX2ovCTI/AAAAAAAACPI/Ljh4LtGK4EY/s1600/IMG_8003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggEkbXg7fHI/TVbTX2ovCTI/AAAAAAAACPI/Ljh4LtGK4EY/s1600/IMG_8003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-5092333192879415943?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/5092333192879415943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-valentine.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5092333192879415943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5092333192879415943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggEkbXg7fHI/TVbTX2ovCTI/AAAAAAAACPI/Ljh4LtGK4EY/s72-c/IMG_8003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-7981711667362089027</id><published>2011-02-11T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:29:14.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Your Life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we search for that spark in life. We look for ways to paint our life to be as colourful as possible. We are always searching and searching. Then we reach a point we don't even know what we are searching for anymore. What's life about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we don't find it. We give up. We lose hope and the will to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pXhRIc_mXw/TVQbBwnSkhI/AAAAAAAACOc/w7T-p1XAxkY/s1600/IMG_0422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pXhRIc_mXw/TVQbBwnSkhI/AAAAAAAACOc/w7T-p1XAxkY/s1600/IMG_0422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just once, we should all stop searching, close our eyes and take a deep breath. Concentrate on the darkness you see when you close your eyes. Then, open them. Look around you. You'll see colours of the world, of your life that have always been there but you never noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention. Open your eyes. See with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll realise something. What you've been searching for has always been there. Life is all around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is that colourful. Please see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is precious. Don't let it go just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is too valuable for you to take away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sad to read news after news of people committing suicide. It breaks my heart to know that these people who recently took their own lives could have been saved. If only we were more sensitive to the people around us. If only we paid more attention to that one particular individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only. If.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late for IFs. But if we do not learn from these incidents then we will forever be the people to blame for any suicidal attempts that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not have happened to your friend and you might think it will never come to that point. Remember this. Many family and friends of people who committed suicide never saw this coming as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many people I reach out to but to those who have even the slightest thought of suicide, please, please, talk to someone. Get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a time dark enough to tell you that life is not that dark after all. I've been through a time in my life to be able to tell you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is more precious than you think. You are more beautiful than you can ever imagine. Your presence matters to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure of it. Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-7981711667362089027?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/7981711667362089027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/02/your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7981711667362089027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7981711667362089027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/02/your-life.html' title='Your Life'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pXhRIc_mXw/TVQbBwnSkhI/AAAAAAAACOc/w7T-p1XAxkY/s72-c/IMG_0422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-7890386527170760531</id><published>2011-01-25T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:08:59.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC'/><title type='text'>This Date: 22/01/11</title><content type='html'>This date: 22nd January 2011, is going to be one date I will probably not forget for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that time of the year, AIESEC in Malaysia elections. This was my 3rd time attending the elections but this time I was there with a completely different role. That day, I was a candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my closing speech, I mentioned what Serena said the national plenary 2 years ago, when she was a candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today I am standing here because I hope one day you all can step up and be the inspiration to others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was planning my closing speech, I asked myself, what should I say? Should I say things like, "It's your choice" or "Vote for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I could have but that was so unlike me. So I decided to speak from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My speech was a total of probably 2-3 minutes but I really hope that people got what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I stand here inspired by many.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I stand here with a belief and hope that I can be your Member Committee Vice President.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I stand here hoping that I have inspired others, you guys, to chase your dreams, to do what you really want.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I did just that. I chased my dream and I followed my heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which is why I am standing here right now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I stand here as your Member Committee Vice President Candidate"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked around at all other LCs, I see people looking at one another, nodding. Then I thought about the people who have been coming to me telling me that they will be running whether for President, Vice President or what not. I remembered too the 30 candidates who decided to run for EB from LCUSM. I was happy beyond words. Extremely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, when I ended my closing speech, I knew then that I did all I could. Whatever the results may be, I will still be happy. Cause I learned something about myself that day and hopefully, with me and the other 6 candidates there that day, we've managed to inspire many others to step up and dare to do what they really want as well, inside or outside of AIESEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have managed to achieve that, even if I do not pass the interview, at least I know everything was still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TT0N-KbN3iI/AAAAAAAACOI/VayEuTWOJmo/s1600/AUSM_AM_Elections.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TT0N-KbN3iI/AAAAAAAACOI/VayEuTWOJmo/s640/AUSM_AM_Elections.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken from Gene-Harn =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;"To everyone who supported me all the way, thank you so much. I hope I have did you guys proud"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-7890386527170760531?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/7890386527170760531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-date-220111.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7890386527170760531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7890386527170760531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-date-220111.html' title='This Date: 22/01/11'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TT0N-KbN3iI/AAAAAAAACOI/VayEuTWOJmo/s72-c/AUSM_AM_Elections.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-8640273222403491618</id><published>2011-01-24T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T02:21:07.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TQKZHrSs9sI/AAAAAAAACLc/ziUPvGPLngs/s1600/IMG_9502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TQKZHrSs9sI/AAAAAAAACLc/ziUPvGPLngs/s1600/IMG_9502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken at Penang Peranakan Mansion&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;You look at all the empty spaces on the wall. Then you start to wonder. Where did all the memories go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stop and stare carefully at the wall. You see the faint outline of photo frames, left behind by what was once your joy and pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You calm down and your heart returns to the its usual beat. "It's not missing. At least I know they were once there."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-8640273222403491618?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/8640273222403491618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/01/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/8640273222403491618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/8640273222403491618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/01/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TQKZHrSs9sI/AAAAAAAACLc/ziUPvGPLngs/s72-c/IMG_9502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-2968644130074858581</id><published>2011-01-21T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T02:26:58.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Look Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TQKZKrhDINI/AAAAAAAACLw/WWeNw3KWTNI/s1600/IMG_9529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TQKZKrhDINI/AAAAAAAACLw/WWeNw3KWTNI/s1600/IMG_9529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You ponder upon questions you will never know the answers too.&amp;nbsp;You answer yourself and wonder if your answers are right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You stare into space, letting your mind run through these questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A glaring light&amp;nbsp;disrupts&amp;nbsp;your attention for a little while. Then, all is forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You start walking away, forgotten what was bothering you and look forward for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-2968644130074858581?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/2968644130074858581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-forward.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/2968644130074858581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/2968644130074858581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-forward.html' title='Look Forward'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TQKZKrhDINI/AAAAAAAACLw/WWeNw3KWTNI/s72-c/IMG_9529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-7731642876384170779</id><published>2011-01-19T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:30:01.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>There are many events in the world that aims to spread awareness on a certain issue.&amp;nbsp;Recently, however, there is an event that truly attracted me. The message they want to spread is simple - LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love" is a word we all take for granted. We use it all the time for any occasion yet, can we truly say that we are&amp;nbsp;practicing&amp;nbsp;Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXIj54yzlI/AAAAAAAACM4/F8tOXeQdcWQ/s1600/IMG_4770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXIj54yzlI/AAAAAAAACM4/F8tOXeQdcWQ/s1600/IMG_4770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is when you have a shoulder to lean on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXJC7TFyNI/AAAAAAAACNA/5Nz5HfWqj_M/s1600/IMG_1356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXJC7TFyNI/AAAAAAAACNA/5Nz5HfWqj_M/s1600/IMG_1356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is when being together is all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXJaWPRQQI/AAAAAAAACNM/ETWBnIvGYcg/s1600/n818687219_1535624_1256003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXJaWPRQQI/AAAAAAAACNM/ETWBnIvGYcg/s1600/n818687219_1535624_1256003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXJZ6tDOPI/AAAAAAAACNI/pUQpEYGshA0/s1600/4451_88592887219_818687219_1810653_8187085_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXJZ6tDOPI/AAAAAAAACNI/pUQpEYGshA0/s1600/4451_88592887219_818687219_1810653_8187085_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;knows no colour, no race, no borders or boundaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXJ3oQX8FI/AAAAAAAACNU/axQLdqX2N5g/s1600/IMG_9924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXJ3oQX8FI/AAAAAAAACNU/axQLdqX2N5g/s1600/IMG_9924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; there is no limit. It knows no such thing as quantity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXK9p7rRqI/AAAAAAAACNY/qhjs9CxS_MM/s1600/168240_171714682865419_100000806664552_309548_7398791_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXK9p7rRqI/AAAAAAAACNY/qhjs9CxS_MM/s1600/168240_171714682865419_100000806664552_309548_7398791_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; can be shown in so many ways. Sometimes all we want in return for our love is a person's smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you show your &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXJZVcq6qI/AAAAAAAACNE/SJ_uv_dkFz4/s1600/133528_172416882796553_170527929652115_338870_356941_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXJZVcq6qI/AAAAAAAACNE/SJ_uv_dkFz4/s1600/133528_172416882796553_170527929652115_338870_356941_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pioneer project by AIESEC in USM, L.O.V.E aims to promote volunteerism, to connect NGOs to youths and to create and sustain a loving and caring community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope, from the bottom of my heart, that youths around will be able to come, talk to representatives of NGOs and open up their eyes and heart to what these NGOs champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we use the word "Love", but really how much Love do you practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in Penang and nearby drop by for this event =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: DK Foyer, Universiti Sains Malaysia, Penang&lt;br /&gt;Date: 25th January&lt;br /&gt;Time: 9am - 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info visit,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/loveinpenang/atusm"&gt;http://www.wix.com/loveinpenang/atusm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or be a fan of the Facebook fanpage,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/loveinpenang"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/loveinpenang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play your part and start spreading the LOVE. There is more than enough to go around =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-7731642876384170779?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/7731642876384170779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/01/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7731642876384170779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7731642876384170779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/01/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TTXIj54yzlI/AAAAAAAACM4/F8tOXeQdcWQ/s72-c/IMG_4770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-8286105677560950536</id><published>2011-01-17T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T04:10:34.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><title type='text'>From Where I Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;From where I stand, everything looks calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;From where I stand, it all seems fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Truth is, when I look further and deeper, I noticed something stirring in a corner. I don't know what that is or why is it there. It's distracting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TQKY17RX3jI/AAAAAAAACK4/X8wdDmgkMdc/s1600/IMG_9618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TQKY17RX3jI/AAAAAAAACK4/X8wdDmgkMdc/s1600/IMG_9618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I looked away. When I looked back it was gone. Vanished. I waited and it did not come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will never know what or why it was in that corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wonder. If I took the first step to find out what that was, would it have made a difference in my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-8286105677560950536?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/8286105677560950536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-where-i-stand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/8286105677560950536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/8286105677560950536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-where-i-stand.html' title='From Where I Stand'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TQKY17RX3jI/AAAAAAAACK4/X8wdDmgkMdc/s72-c/IMG_9618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-4679602529216174294</id><published>2010-12-13T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:52:06.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC'/><title type='text'>[Sneak Preview] MyLDS '10</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in UTM, Skudai, Johor attending a conference called the Malaysian Leadership Development Seminar (MyLDS). It officially starts on the 14th December and I am currently here for preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference consist of about 400 delegates and will go on for 6 days 5 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TQUKRYt-GXI/AAAAAAAACMY/bobjGSr0jJ8/s1600/IMG_9832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TQUKRYt-GXI/AAAAAAAACMY/bobjGSr0jJ8/s1600/IMG_9832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-4679602529216174294?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/4679602529216174294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/12/sneak-preview-mylds-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/4679602529216174294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/4679602529216174294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/12/sneak-preview-mylds-10.html' title='[Sneak Preview] MyLDS &apos;10'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TQUKRYt-GXI/AAAAAAAACMY/bobjGSr0jJ8/s72-c/IMG_9832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-4126485804487383661</id><published>2010-12-07T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:25:43.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>What We Are Like</title><content type='html'>I sometimes resolve to believe that humans are selfish by nature. It's how we survive.&amp;nbsp;Don't agree? Just open your ears and listen. Open your eyes and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the small little hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times a person talks about what they need or want? I want this, I want that. I need that blouse. It's a MUST have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to how they talk about themselves, as if the world revolves around them. Listen to them complain about how a small little incident supposedly traumatised/almost killed them. Listen to them complain about the rain that made it difficult for them to get to their car or listen to complaints about the how hot the sun is and that it's making their skin turn dark-coloured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about. You don't have to listen to other people. Listen to yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clarify, I am not saying the people around me are selfish. I have to admit, that in many ways, I am too. Materialistic too. I mean, I have a wishlist on my blog, doesn't that explain much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that we are doomed and that humans are completely selfish. Everyone's selfish, one way or another. Ok, except maybe people like Mother Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my point is, it seems that we are a generation that isn't happy with what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gives you 100 bucks you want 200 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Get a bag, you don't like the colour.&lt;br /&gt;Have parents who will do anything to help you pursue your dreams you complain that they don't love you enough just cause they cannot afford to buy you the expensive gadgets you want.&lt;br /&gt;You want the sun when it rains but when the sun shines you want the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I digress. Now I have to say that we humans are 2 things - selfish and unsatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vain too. and defensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, doesn't matter. I just want to get on my bus and go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-4126485804487383661?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/4126485804487383661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-we-are-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/4126485804487383661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/4126485804487383661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-we-are-like.html' title='What We Are Like'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-5408006584756565108</id><published>2010-12-05T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:59:47.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorised'/><title type='text'>[Sneak Peek] My 4th December</title><content type='html'>This is me and a dirty-looking mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this at Penang Peranakan Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPppm6gWejI/AAAAAAAACJU/0uL1tNcpgXI/s1600/IMG_9513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPppm6gWejI/AAAAAAAACJU/0uL1tNcpgXI/s1600/IMG_9513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Today has been a rather eventful day. Something quite unfortunate (but expected) happened but I did have a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm exhausted but I promise I will tell you guys about my day soon ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Just a little hint. It involves Penang State Park, Penang's Butterfly Park, Penang's Peranakan Mansion, a car and a group of nice guys.&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/8852801121033519933-5408006584756565108?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/5408006584756565108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-me-and-dirty-looking-mirror.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5408006584756565108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5408006584756565108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-me-and-dirty-looking-mirror.html' title='[Sneak Peek] My 4th December'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPppm6gWejI/AAAAAAAACJU/0uL1tNcpgXI/s72-c/IMG_9513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-468550233302834280</id><published>2010-12-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:38:09.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life In University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>The Effect Books Have</title><content type='html'>I was at the library today and almost started jumping with excitement when I saw the books they had there. I hav this love for old books/classical stories or whatever you wanna call them. To me whatever century they came from, they're amazing stories, written so beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a literature student so if you ask me what did I think of the writing style etc. I wouldn't know how to answer you. I am just a book lover x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPec39AJOfI/AAAAAAAACJE/hSv61Hr9Kb0/s1600/148859_469838757219_818687219_5474601_6927460_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPec39AJOfI/AAAAAAAACJE/hSv61Hr9Kb0/s1600/148859_469838757219_818687219_5474601_6927460_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken with my iPhone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Aah, old old books. The smell of them is so... invigorating x)&amp;nbsp;I was so absorbed with the books on the shelves that I completely forgot that I left my phone and books on the library table. I suddenly had an image of me in my head - I was in my personal library (which does not exist - yet) reading, a cup of good coffee in my hand while I am surrounded by my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books just have such effects on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna be visiting the library more often in my final semester here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-468550233302834280?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/468550233302834280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/12/effect-books-have.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/468550233302834280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/468550233302834280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/12/effect-books-have.html' title='The Effect Books Have'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPec39AJOfI/AAAAAAAACJE/hSv61Hr9Kb0/s72-c/148859_469838757219_818687219_5474601_6927460_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-1243938245382032115</id><published>2010-11-30T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:32:09.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><title type='text'>World AIDS Day - A Day To Remember</title><content type='html'>2 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;He walked into the room. We were told that no pictures should be taken to respect this man's privacy. I put away my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;He is a tall, skinny man. A little pale but otherwise there really is nothing special or weird about him. Let's just say he is an average man. I was curious. Why can't I snap a photo of this man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Then he introduced himself, "Hello, my name is ... and I have HIV".&amp;nbsp;He then explained about how he contracted the virus, how he suffered when he developed AIDS and how he fought his way through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's been 2 years since my encounter with this man but I still remember something he said. He told us, "As much as I feared the pain and death, what I feared most was not being accepted. I feared that my parents and people I cared for the most would stop loving me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't really remember how he looks like anymore but I will never forget his words that day. It was his words that really opened up my heart in many ways. It was then that I started learning about HIV/AIDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1 year ago:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;They came from the &lt;a href="http://www.ptfmalaysia.org/index.php"&gt;Pink Triangle Foundation&lt;/a&gt; (PT Foundation) to give around 400 of us a talk about HIV/AIDS. They had character I have to admit LoL. Fun, extremely&amp;nbsp;knowledgeable and very fun to listen to. They were engaging in every way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Towards the end of their talk, they told us why they were in PT Foundation fighting for HIV/AIDS. They were HIV carriers themselves. At that moment, a friend of mine jumped out of his seat, ran up to them and gave each of them a hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;To this day, I still remember the scene so clearly. It was my friend's simple act that showed me and many of us in the hall that there is hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Despite the many obstacles like the obvious ignorant discrimination by some people, to this day many of us are still fighting in this issue is many ways. I am grateful to be surrounded by people who do genuinely care =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1st December, every year, is World AIDS Day. A day to remember the work and effort many people have poured into this issue. A day to remember that we should never stop. A day to remember that this issue exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My dear friends and whoever who reads this, I hope that you read this with an open heart. The best way to fight HIV/AIDS starts from you. Educate yourself, find out more, tell your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It all starts from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPTWepgWsyI/AAAAAAAACIs/iRUI06hTbx4/s1600/155345_468454392219_818687219_5456178_2275958_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPTWepgWsyI/AAAAAAAACIs/iRUI06hTbx4/s1600/155345_468454392219_818687219_5456178_2275958_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&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/8852801121033519933-1243938245382032115?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1243938245382032115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/world-aids-day-day-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1243938245382032115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1243938245382032115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/world-aids-day-day-to-remember.html' title='World AIDS Day - A Day To Remember'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPTWepgWsyI/AAAAAAAACIs/iRUI06hTbx4/s72-c/155345_468454392219_818687219_5456178_2275958_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-1265928589280890601</id><published>2010-11-29T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:32:22.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>One day, not important which, I had a conversation with a friend. She said that we all should have wishlists.&amp;nbsp;A wishlist of things they want. It makes things much easier than actually thinking of buying a present or worse, buying the WRONG present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, she's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I want people to buy me things. I thought it was a good idea. A list of things I want. Since I always seem to add things to my list but never work towards them, I thought a list would be a great motivation to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course it does make it easier for people IF they wanna get me something too LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was an idea, so I thought I should have my own wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things in the wishlist can be anything that I want (to buy, to make, to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write something like, "To be at 2 places at once" and then someone can bring me to a border and have me stand on both sides LoL! Ok sorry, was thinking about how romantic that is in A Walk To Remember. If you have not watched that show shame on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishlist will be updated from time to time, whenever I get what I want or I develop a new want LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my wishlist here -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/p/wishlist.html"&gt;http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/p/wishlist.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or click on the tab above x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-1265928589280890601?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1265928589280890601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1265928589280890601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1265928589280890601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-7519183200044330974</id><published>2010-11-27T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T23:03:12.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>My New iPhone Cozy</title><content type='html'>I found out that a friend of mine has a blogshop where she sells handmade items. When I first saw it, I was impressed. They were really nice items!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged about her site before here: &lt;a href="http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/place-of-coziness-and-creation.html"&gt;A Place of Coziness and Creation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being very impressed and extremely attracted to her work, I asked her to make me a phone cozy for my iPhone =) And she did. Even did it with my favourite colour - Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone cozy came in this handmade packaging she made for me. Super nice! and very sweet of her hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPEUoJPSBhI/AAAAAAAACIA/NXmWx9cy_2I/s1600/IMG_9391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPEUoJPSBhI/AAAAAAAACIA/NXmWx9cy_2I/s1600/IMG_9391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPEUolWn1bI/AAAAAAAACIE/J56e123Jvbo/s1600/IMG_9420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPEUolWn1bI/AAAAAAAACIE/J56e123Jvbo/s1600/IMG_9420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPEUo4uamNI/AAAAAAAACII/HY1usqXDvYc/s1600/IMG_9425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPEUo4uamNI/AAAAAAAACII/HY1usqXDvYc/s1600/IMG_9425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out, the phone cozy can fit both my phones and my money so it's super convenient for me now =) It's a phone cozy and a small purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPEUpWEyXPI/AAAAAAAACIM/513qBZUo77g/s1600/IMG_9427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPEUpWEyXPI/AAAAAAAACIM/513qBZUo77g/s1600/IMG_9427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has many more other handmade products and designs. You guys can consider buying Christmas presents or birthday presents or a small gift for that special someone or for friends or whoever. You can always customise the design you want and she'll make it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://mylittlejoops.blogspot.com/"&gt;mylittlejoops&lt;/a&gt; to see her products and to find out more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-7519183200044330974?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/7519183200044330974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-new-iphone-cozy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7519183200044330974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7519183200044330974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-new-iphone-cozy.html' title='My New iPhone Cozy'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TPEUoJPSBhI/AAAAAAAACIA/NXmWx9cy_2I/s72-c/IMG_9391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-1085618549619552833</id><published>2010-11-26T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T10:30:00.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Starbucks Planner</title><content type='html'>Went out for a movie today. Watched Tangled [Rapunzel] and loved it. I love how Disney cartoons always make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Felt like a kid and for a moment, I remembered how it felt like to be a child again - to have the ability to imagine, create and believe anything we want =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love Disney princess movies, you should&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;watch this. Much funnier and better then the Princess and the Frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty relaxing day. After the movie, Kris and I headed to Borders Starbucks, grabbed some magazines and sat there for about 2 hours. For 2 hours I contemplated something important - to collect Starbucks stamps or to buy their planner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe guess what I did? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OAJHDY6I/AAAAAAAACHU/pWdtZILbnRk/s1600/IMG_9348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OAJHDY6I/AAAAAAAACHU/pWdtZILbnRk/s1600/IMG_9348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1. How Starbucks Borders counter is like =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to cheat. I bought the planner instead :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it's a really cool gift I think. It came in a black bag and is dark brown in colour with a money clip attached to it. Inside are 3 Starbucks vouchers. Oh what am I doing. I should just show you pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OAyBi6nI/AAAAAAAACHc/B-3qtAj7O30/s1600/IMG_9353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OAyBi6nI/AAAAAAAACHc/B-3qtAj7O30/s1600/IMG_9353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2. Comes in a bag.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OAsb4vSI/AAAAAAAACHY/Z9UpYRSF-_I/s1600/IMG_9352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OAsb4vSI/AAAAAAAACHY/Z9UpYRSF-_I/s1600/IMG_9352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OBVX6EbI/AAAAAAAACHg/hxfUu_5f1-0/s1600/IMG_9358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OBVX6EbI/AAAAAAAACHg/hxfUu_5f1-0/s1600/IMG_9358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4. The planner that I have been waiting for!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OBlqhE6I/AAAAAAAACHk/4b3Gi4rDS48/s1600/IMG_9360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OBlqhE6I/AAAAAAAACHk/4b3Gi4rDS48/s1600/IMG_9360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OB9gMXkI/AAAAAAAACHo/fKDe5XMjsu4/s1600/IMG_9365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OB9gMXkI/AAAAAAAACHo/fKDe5XMjsu4/s1600/IMG_9365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Starbucks is one of my favourite places to be at. Many of the days before, when I needed a place to just be alone, I go to Starbucks. I love the smell of the coffee, the music they play and just the whole atmosphere there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this question from inside the Starbucks planner: Have you found your third place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OCQQ2PqI/AAAAAAAACHs/HOVPaDJEQZ0/s1600/IMG_9366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OCQQ2PqI/AAAAAAAACHs/HOVPaDJEQZ0/s1600/IMG_9366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I think I have found my third place =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OCt7mn7I/AAAAAAAACHw/oQ2BRM2E4LM/s1600/IMG_9355%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OCt7mn7I/AAAAAAAACHw/oQ2BRM2E4LM/s1600/IMG_9355%25281%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-1085618549619552833?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1085618549619552833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/starbucks-planner.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1085618549619552833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1085618549619552833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/starbucks-planner.html' title='Starbucks Planner'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TO7OAJHDY6I/AAAAAAAACHU/pWdtZILbnRk/s72-c/IMG_9348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-3947680220968565697</id><published>2010-11-23T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:13:58.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life In University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips/Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>My Trip to Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>Previously I wrote &lt;a href="http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/sneak-peek-what-i-did-in-cameron.html"&gt;[Sneak Peak] What I Did In Cameron Highlands&lt;/a&gt;. Here is the full (and extremely delayed) story LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Warning: More than 20 pictures ahead]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped on a bus on the 15th October with about 80 more people and headed to Cameron Highlands. Some are my course mates (Environmental Science students), some are from a different course (Botany students). Anyhow, we were there for 3days 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my course mates and I were suppose to write a report about the impact activities carried out in Cameron have on the environment. Since none of our lecturers were there to brief us, we were basically on our own. What more is, most of the places we visited and the briefings we had were pretty much irrelevant to us. So what do we do? We have fun. Loads of fun x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute they dropped us off, we settled down in our apartments and then we went straight out looking for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in Cameron Highlands, the night market is something you should not miss. It's in Brinchang. I think :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFrrlOxKI/AAAAAAAACFI/PO2gtdzWeso/s1600/IMG_8666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFrrlOxKI/AAAAAAAACFI/PO2gtdzWeso/s1600/IMG_8666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1. Fried Mushroom. Seriously, yummy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFsK6bRcI/AAAAAAAACFM/B_TPwloQyPo/s1600/IMG_8668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFsK6bRcI/AAAAAAAACFM/B_TPwloQyPo/s1600/IMG_8668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2. Honey comb. Did not try this, cause I don't like honey.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFtOO9tYI/AAAAAAAACFQ/GZfKrh6k1mY/s1600/IMG_8672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFtOO9tYI/AAAAAAAACFQ/GZfKrh6k1mY/s1600/IMG_8672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3. They have all sorts like Chocolate Chilli, Rum and, guess what... Heineken flavour!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The night market is awesome. It's so cold at night, you won't sweat while you push your way through the crowd. They have tons of food there. I ate quite a lot that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, though too cold to wake up, we got our butts off our beds and dragged them to the bus. We went, first to the MARDI, the agricultural research center. The thing with Cameron Highlands is that, it seems like every type of plant can grow here. I mean, the flowers here are beautiful. I walked into a garden at the center and was amazed by the colours that greeted my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFwWnciWI/AAAAAAAACFU/bd4y9B_duG4/s1600/IMG_8689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFwWnciWI/AAAAAAAACFU/bd4y9B_duG4/s1600/IMG_8689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFxjasG-I/AAAAAAAACFY/VJzH7R50vLM/s1600/IMG_8694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFxjasG-I/AAAAAAAACFY/VJzH7R50vLM/s1600/IMG_8694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5. If I remember correctly, these are&amp;nbsp;daisies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFzdkT5GI/AAAAAAAACFc/f1wDf8FP5v4/s1600/IMG_8700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFzdkT5GI/AAAAAAAACFc/f1wDf8FP5v4/s1600/IMG_8700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF05YksHI/AAAAAAAACFg/x6SOxgvDiqY/s1600/IMG_8711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF05YksHI/AAAAAAAACFg/x6SOxgvDiqY/s1600/IMG_8711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#7. Intan - the girl who named my dog toy Hotdog x)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF9twxKqI/AAAAAAAACGA/IYsNshFzj5s/s1600/My+Trip+To+CH+Day+21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF9twxKqI/AAAAAAAACGA/IYsNshFzj5s/s1600/My+Trip+To+CH+Day+21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;They even grew fruits like grapes and melon. Now please pay attention to the grapes below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF1CDFKLI/AAAAAAAACFk/rSgTGBiAw08/s1600/IMG_8736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF1CDFKLI/AAAAAAAACFk/rSgTGBiAw08/s1600/IMG_8736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#9.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe that they have white spots. Those are residues from pesticides/herbicides. You see the right (and smart) thing to do when you are in an orchard of fruits that doesn't belong to you is to NOT pluck them and eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone did. Popped 2 grapes into his mouth and started chewing happily. Suddenly, a lecturer that accompanied us there told us to not eat the grapes cause:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They are covered with pesticides/herbicides.&lt;br /&gt;2. They are not washed.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you get tummy aches, well good for you.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fine she didn't say number 3. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned earlier, the sites we visited were pretty irrelevant. When we asked the person who briefed us in MARDI if there were any restoration programs carried out in Cameron Highlands since this hilly area is so developed, all he could say was, "In the first place, we actually shouldn't be developing hilly areas like this." I was speechless. Looks like we have to google.com our information for our report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. We did have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF2Osl5lI/AAAAAAAACFo/r90A9Dlnaoo/s1600/IMG_8741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF2Osl5lI/AAAAAAAACFo/r90A9Dlnaoo/s1600/IMG_8741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#10. Kris showing Joanne a picture of them. We were having fun camwhoring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a bee farm next. Got a little worried about walking around a place where bees are EVERYWHERE. Kind of like walking in a butterfly except that these are bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF7x0iDSI/AAAAAAAACF8/wLcjksQDh3E/s1600/My+Trip+To+CH+Day+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF7x0iDSI/AAAAAAAACF8/wLcjksQDh3E/s1600/My+Trip+To+CH+Day+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#11. A hive of bees.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did there: I squatted down in front of the flowers waiting for bees to land on them so that I could take photos. Not easy with a compact cause bees never stop moving and compacts snap too slow, especially when I am on macro mode. But still managed a shot or two =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF3EsqPbI/AAAAAAAACFs/Rnd3k26T-pc/s1600/IMG_8763%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF3EsqPbI/AAAAAAAACFs/Rnd3k26T-pc/s1600/IMG_8763%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#12. Bee with pollen on it's back legs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF4pqiooI/AAAAAAAACFw/ZRx8hVBVR3k/s1600/IMG_8779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF4pqiooI/AAAAAAAACFw/ZRx8hVBVR3k/s1600/IMG_8779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#13. Busy Bee.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The kinda annoying thing about Cameron - everything is vege- or fruit-related. Especially strawberries! Strawberry keychains, bags, earmuffs, gloves, t-shirt, umbrella, bolster, balls, balloons... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF5efLPBI/AAAAAAAACF0/2gOASGKFkyQ/s1600/IMG_8839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF5efLPBI/AAAAAAAACF0/2gOASGKFkyQ/s1600/IMG_8839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#14.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or course, they also have strawberry cakes, jam, muffins, and so on. Had the strawberry waffles and strawberry muffins stuffed with strawberry jam. THEY WERE DELICIOUS! We had them at the Big Red Strawberry Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF9ysx0yI/AAAAAAAACGE/MJ0twVS_J4g/s1600/My+Trip+To+CH+Day+22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF9ysx0yI/AAAAAAAACGE/MJ0twVS_J4g/s1600/My+Trip+To+CH+Day+22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#15. Strawberry waffle + whip cream and Strawberry muffin + strawberry jam, ice cream and whip cream. TO DIE FOR!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Steamboat hoho. Cold night air + hot steamboat = Heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF6KMA__I/AAAAAAAACF4/n_2c3O0i_eY/s1600/IMG_8874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqF6KMA__I/AAAAAAAACF4/n_2c3O0i_eY/s1600/IMG_8874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#16. Charcoal Steamboat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On our final day, we were brought the Kea Farm. A marketplace where you can buy fresh vegetables, fruits and flowers. You should see the lecturer and the staff who accompanied me there. It looked as if they were shopping for a party! Us being students, we just bought some strawberries and all for our friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful day. Almost cloudless sky. The sun was shining but it wasn't too hot because of the cool air =) I got slightly sunburnt from that day though Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGKPPk44I/AAAAAAAACGI/fxxtMlONxJQ/s1600/IMG_8890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGKPPk44I/AAAAAAAACGI/fxxtMlONxJQ/s1600/IMG_8890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#17.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGPHb6zaI/AAAAAAAACGM/hQH3e7KWdNw/s1600/IMG_8898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGPHb6zaI/AAAAAAAACGM/hQH3e7KWdNw/s1600/IMG_8898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#18.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGbl967VI/AAAAAAAACG0/RVvzocKjKgE/s1600/My+Trip+to+CH+Day+31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGbl967VI/AAAAAAAACG0/RVvzocKjKgE/s1600/My+Trip+to+CH+Day+31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#19. Cameron is known for their corn called Mutiara (which means Pearls). It can be eaten raw or steamed and its really sweet!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;In case you get bored of pictures of plants and vegetables, here is one of me LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGRCopDGI/AAAAAAAACGQ/_ySOY9Lulec/s1600/IMG_8899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGRCopDGI/AAAAAAAACGQ/_ySOY9Lulec/s1600/IMG_8899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#20.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;While the Botany students go about interviewing farmers for their report, we had nothing to do but shop. So, we left Kea Farm and walked to a nearby Strawberry farm. Guess what we did there? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGSEcmjCI/AAAAAAAACGU/i9zqnZdtle4/s1600/IMG_8916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGSEcmjCI/AAAAAAAACGU/i9zqnZdtle4/s1600/IMG_8916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#21. Absolutely L.O.V.E the clear sky.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We ate. The cafe there was know for their homemade strawberry sauce, jam and cakes. They were GOOD/AMAZING/TO DIE FOR. Even their chocolate sauce on the ice cream is homemade x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGauuEwoI/AAAAAAAACGw/QUkxjo5evb8/s1600/My+Trip+to+CH+Day+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGauuEwoI/AAAAAAAACGw/QUkxjo5evb8/s1600/My+Trip+to+CH+Day+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#22. [From top left, clockwise] Ice cream with homemade strawberry sauce and chocolate sauce, ABSOLUTELY AMAZING homemade chocolate cake, strawberry cheese cake and strawberry yogurt cheese cake.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGS8Npc1I/AAAAAAAACGY/xyQ4E42W1cI/s1600/IMG_8917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGS8Npc1I/AAAAAAAACGY/xyQ4E42W1cI/s1600/IMG_8917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#22.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;The last 2 places we went to were another bee farm, Ee Feng Gu Apiary Bee Farm and the Rose Valley. Took loads of pictures but they're mostly of flowers x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGVWG-6SI/AAAAAAAACGc/faAUUYK4Yw0/s1600/IMG_8930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGVWG-6SI/AAAAAAAACGc/faAUUYK4Yw0/s1600/IMG_8930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#23.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGWLvjLrI/AAAAAAAACGg/Zs0F32wvL5M/s1600/IMG_8936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGWLvjLrI/AAAAAAAACGg/Zs0F32wvL5M/s1600/IMG_8936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#24. Bee Hive.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGY19mcYI/AAAAAAAACGo/Qa7GCSZD4JQ/s1600/IMG_8980.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGY19mcYI/AAAAAAAACGo/Qa7GCSZD4JQ/s1600/IMG_8980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#25. At the Rose Valley. The smell as you enter the valley was really fragrant.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Two of my most favourite photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGX8sk-FI/AAAAAAAACGk/bxcwwdrzztk/s1600/IMG_8955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGX8sk-FI/AAAAAAAACGk/bxcwwdrzztk/s1600/IMG_8955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#26. Taken and the Ee Feng Gu Apiary Bee Farm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGZhHQjzI/AAAAAAAACGs/moQ1exAZZNY/s1600/IMG_8996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqGZhHQjzI/AAAAAAAACGs/moQ1exAZZNY/s1600/IMG_8996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#27. Taken at Rose Valley.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We left Cameron Highlands after visiting Rose Valley. It was a fun 3-days trip with my coursemate. Spent around RM150-RM200 only inclusive of&amp;nbsp;accommodation, transport and everything else. Accommodation and transport were RM45. The rest were spent on food Hehe. Perks of an Environmental Science students. We get to go on awesome cheap trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-3947680220968565697?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/3947680220968565697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-trip-to-cameron-highlands.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/3947680220968565697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/3947680220968565697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-trip-to-cameron-highlands.html' title='My Trip to Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOqFrrlOxKI/AAAAAAAACFI/PO2gtdzWeso/s72-c/IMG_8666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-3733237647983461752</id><published>2010-11-22T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T02:03:26.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminders'/><title type='text'>Ask and You'll Recieve</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you get into trouble. You need help but it never comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOlcsJi1dAI/AAAAAAAACEk/w_MS_K-lFQU/s1600/IMG_9290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOlcsJi1dAI/AAAAAAAACEk/w_MS_K-lFQU/s640/IMG_9290.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need to realise is that help is like an ambulance or a firetruck with no wheels. Someone needs to fit the wheels in in order for help to reach it's destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the problem. We rely too much on other people. Expecting them to fit the wheels in for you. Learn to ask for help. Fix the wheels yourself. Then all the help you need will come to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-3733237647983461752?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/3733237647983461752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/ask-and-youll-recieve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/3733237647983461752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/3733237647983461752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/ask-and-youll-recieve.html' title='Ask and You&apos;ll Recieve'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOlcsJi1dAI/AAAAAAAACEk/w_MS_K-lFQU/s72-c/IMG_9290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-1494097741778074857</id><published>2010-11-18T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T03:18:29.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><title type='text'>Ripples</title><content type='html'>I was reading a book called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ripples&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and other stories by Malaysian writer, Shih-Li Kow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story in this book really caught my heart. It was simple yet the message it gave was so strong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLO0eRe4FI/AAAAAAAACDk/DJmgDYZ2zZU/s1600/IMG_9263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLO0eRe4FI/AAAAAAAACDk/DJmgDYZ2zZU/s640/IMG_9263.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripples tells us about opportunities and about how we should always be alert, we should always catch the opportunities around us instead of waiting for them to come to you. At least that's what I got from the story =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLOz5mrZeI/AAAAAAAACDg/NZMlc4p6-ig/s1600/IMG_9264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLOz5mrZeI/AAAAAAAACDg/NZMlc4p6-ig/s640/IMG_9264.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite from the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It looks like he's catching the wind"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Maybe he is"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A recommended read if you like Malaysian literature =) Not gonna say much cause I really suck in reviews but really, read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P.S.] I think we all should give Malaysian writers a chance. I've read a few and I think they are awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-1494097741778074857?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1494097741778074857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/ripples.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1494097741778074857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1494097741778074857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/ripples.html' title='Ripples'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLO0eRe4FI/AAAAAAAACDk/DJmgDYZ2zZU/s72-c/IMG_9263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-8331926699007086430</id><published>2010-11-17T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T03:15:27.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>My Time Home, So Far</title><content type='html'>I am back home and contented. I get to be with family, bf and friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep the night before I came back which resulted in me looking half-awake/half-asleep all the time. Nonetheless, I was excited to go home! I guess I was homesick, but not anymore. Cured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLON6AtmoI/AAAAAAAACDE/chxjaX5qwWU/s1600/IMG_9256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLON6AtmoI/AAAAAAAACDE/chxjaX5qwWU/s640/IMG_9256.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1. Me in Penang International Airport. With my exam look [pimpled face and eyebags that can hold 10 books wtf]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Came back home and, like always, I get so surprised at how much LittleAlex has grown. His vocabulary has extended tremendously and talks ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is, however, still as&amp;nbsp;mischievous as ever that little boy. Just yesterday he emptied an entire bottle (about 700ml) of water on our house phone. He said he wanna wash the telephone T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLOOt-44nI/AAAAAAAACDI/UVrvmZHyEIg/s1600/IMG_9272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLOOt-44nI/AAAAAAAACDI/UVrvmZHyEIg/s640/IMG_9272.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2. LittleSis Loi and LittleAlex&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then, today I went to a friend's brother's photo exhibition in Bangsar. I have to tell you, though I am not a photo critic or expert or whatever, but his work is amazing. I couldn't keep my eyes off the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLOPD5t9KI/AAAAAAAACDM/ZpPYuDW8TCM/s1600/IMG_9307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLOPD5t9KI/AAAAAAAACDM/ZpPYuDW8TCM/s640/IMG_9307.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3. F E E L by Jeffry Lim.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The exhibition exhibited photos from his 15 years of collection. He has journeyed to so many countries I forgot the number LoL. Really impressive. He is a Marketing degree holder by the way. Graduated in 2006 then later enrolled in (sorry forgot again) a design and film school in the States in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLOPvt6VTI/AAAAAAAACDQ/dOVjxkHPPj8/s1600/My+Time+Home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLOPvt6VTI/AAAAAAAACDQ/dOVjxkHPPj8/s640/My+Time+Home.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4. Among the few photos that really captured my attention.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Many of his photos really captured my attention. The way he captures emotions is amazing. I don't usually like taking photos of photos, so I didn't. If you wanna see the collection exhibited at F E E L click &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://feel.jeffrylim.com/default.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I did take one photo though. Just to imitate some people who went there posing with the pictures :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLXSD-vSrI/AAAAAAAACD8/hQIlcRnRrog/s1600/IMG_9310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLXSD-vSrI/AAAAAAAACD8/hQIlcRnRrog/s640/IMG_9310.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5. Hello, this is Imran :P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Click on the link ok? He has really amazing work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-8331926699007086430?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/8331926699007086430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-time-home-so-far.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/8331926699007086430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/8331926699007086430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-time-home-so-far.html' title='My Time Home, So Far'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TOLON6AtmoI/AAAAAAAACDE/chxjaX5qwWU/s72-c/IMG_9256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-769182060700715684</id><published>2010-11-14T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T03:41:52.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Packed</title><content type='html'>I'm going home soon. My flight is in 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only going home for a week. Just to bring some of my stuff back before the semester break starts. And also because I really miss home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TN7mGjsjm7I/AAAAAAAACCs/wgK3zyJ7BvQ/s1600/IMG_9249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TN7mGjsjm7I/AAAAAAAACCs/wgK3zyJ7BvQ/s640/IMG_9249.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When home in Subang Jaya, I don't exactly stay at home much but the thought of going back to your own room and bed is just comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never noticed or appreciated the comfort of home. Until I had to come to Penang to further my studies. I have no regrets though, leaving home. It's one of the decisions I will never regret. Leaving home did me good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TN7mH0xeX5I/AAAAAAAACCw/l4oxZkUPFOU/s1600/IMG_9252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TN7mH0xeX5I/AAAAAAAACCw/l4oxZkUPFOU/s640/IMG_9252.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 12 hours, I'll arrive at the Subang Airport and will be picked up by DaddyLoi and soon after, I'll be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-769182060700715684?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/769182060700715684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/packed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/769182060700715684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/769182060700715684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/packed.html' title='Packed'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TN7mGjsjm7I/AAAAAAAACCs/wgK3zyJ7BvQ/s72-c/IMG_9249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-704693357708720283</id><published>2010-11-12T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:06:49.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life In University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>HotDog</title><content type='html'>The author of this blog is now taking a short break from studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNwh40zV2XI/AAAAAAAACCU/ReyH4aW3Lyk/s1600/IMG_9247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNwh40zV2XI/AAAAAAAACCU/ReyH4aW3Lyk/s640/IMG_9247.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Hotdog. Named by a course mate of mine.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HotDog is studying for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone having any form of test or examination, I know what a pain in the ass it can be. All the best =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-704693357708720283?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/704693357708720283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/hotdog.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/704693357708720283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/704693357708720283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/hotdog.html' title='HotDog'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNwh40zV2XI/AAAAAAAACCU/ReyH4aW3Lyk/s72-c/IMG_9247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-471849871438426405</id><published>2010-11-10T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:28:06.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Look Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNoqW8qBFyI/AAAAAAAABg4/IBOW5Ptn7Wg/s1600/IMG_8935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNoqW8qBFyI/AAAAAAAABg4/IBOW5Ptn7Wg/s640/IMG_8935.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken in Cameron Highlands.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, all you have to do is look up to know that you're not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just took my first paper of my final exams today. I woke up feeling great and good about myself. I hope everyone reading this did too. Have a great day =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-471849871438426405?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/471849871438426405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/look-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/471849871438426405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/471849871438426405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/look-up.html' title='Look Up'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNoqW8qBFyI/AAAAAAAABg4/IBOW5Ptn7Wg/s72-c/IMG_8935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-5014820574381968892</id><published>2010-11-07T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:37:08.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life In University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips/Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>[Sneak Peek] What I Did in Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>In a previous blog post, I mentioned that I was going to &lt;a href="http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/leaving-to-cameron-highlands.html"&gt;Cameron Highlands&lt;/a&gt; for a course field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know what I did there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNXFTcUSl1I/AAAAAAAABgE/VwC5w_rb6fE/s1600/IMG_9685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNXFTcUSl1I/AAAAAAAABgE/VwC5w_rb6fE/s640/IMG_9685.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken at the Cactus Valley. Picture's colour is tarnished on purpose.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I camwhored. Especially when I have friends like Kris who helps me take awesome shots of me x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult not to camwhore in Cameron Highlands. You don't sweat because of the cool weather there which means you look nicer in pictures Hehe. Plus the flowers, the scenery and the sky, oh my gosh, the sky is so blue! I just love the sky there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so blue I couldn't resist taking jumping shots. Pictures which Kris helped me take too x) Thanks Kris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNXFR6slc9I/AAAAAAAABf8/DYEPtsWNdLg/s1600/IMG_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNXFR6slc9I/AAAAAAAABf8/DYEPtsWNdLg/s640/IMG_0018.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh blue blue sky. I am so happy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNXFSLwb7xI/AAAAAAAABgA/cphOlhS4Q7w/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNXFSLwb7xI/AAAAAAAABgA/cphOlhS4Q7w/s640/IMG_0019.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite shot. Purposely jumped this way so that the USM bus can be seen x)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I have so many pictures I want to share! Trips like this one always make me want a DSLR so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can hear people tell me I don't need one already x) Yes yes I know. My compact camera does wonders for me. Besides, a good photo is not determined by what camera you use, right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: The pictures in this post were taken by my friend, Kris with her camera. Pictures are edited and used with permission.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-5014820574381968892?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/5014820574381968892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/sneak-peek-what-i-did-in-cameron.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5014820574381968892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5014820574381968892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/sneak-peek-what-i-did-in-cameron.html' title='[Sneak Peek] What I Did in Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNXFTcUSl1I/AAAAAAAABgE/VwC5w_rb6fE/s72-c/IMG_9685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-5805402497367529465</id><published>2010-11-07T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T05:08:14.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Wish I Was Somewhere Else</title><content type='html'>Here I am, sitting in my hostel room. It's 4.24am and I don't feel like going to sleep. I have my favourite songs playing softly while I revise my German.&amp;nbsp;I can hear the sound of crickets outside my window; a cool breeze blowing into my room. While I read, a sudden gust of wind moves the trees outside my window. It's branches and leaves move, making a sound so calming and soothing to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, despite all of these calming elements, something deep inside me is unsettled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Months ago, I made a huge decision. I took a huge leap and decided to do something. I chose the unsafe road. Why? Cause I know I had too. I know that, if I did not, I'd regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am doubting that decision. Am I regretting it? I really hope not. That's why I am unsettled. I don't remember anymore the real reason why I made that decision. I really don't. It devastates me that this is happening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am desperately seeking and searching for that reason. I just need a jolt or a little reminder. I need an answer to my question: Why? Why did I do what I did?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I don't want to be in my room. My favourite songs aren't helping. The sound of crickets and the cool breeze are making me think too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNRUihKqOxI/AAAAAAAABfc/AC1Fl4nmY1E/s1600/IMG_8804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNRUihKqOxI/AAAAAAAABfc/AC1Fl4nmY1E/s640/IMG_8804.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was somewhere else right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-5805402497367529465?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/5805402497367529465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/wish-i-was-somewhere-else.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5805402497367529465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5805402497367529465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/wish-i-was-somewhere-else.html' title='Wish I Was Somewhere Else'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TNRUihKqOxI/AAAAAAAABfc/AC1Fl4nmY1E/s72-c/IMG_8804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-3868318028663692282</id><published>2010-11-03T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:37:03.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><title type='text'>A Place of Coziness and Creation</title><content type='html'>There is this little blog I know. Extremely cute. If I were to give a word to describe it - lovable x) It's called &lt;a href="http://mylittlejoops.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joops!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Joops! you get to see the blogger's handmade items from bookmarks to phone cozies. They are simply adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TM3IUdBqgJI/AAAAAAAABek/ha_o06byKIs/s1600/P10704011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TM3IUdBqgJI/AAAAAAAABek/ha_o06byKIs/s640/P10704011.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Domokun Notepad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Everything on this site is handmade and I believe, with much love for art and all things cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TM3ITiARFoI/AAAAAAAABeg/eqxLNRXvneE/s1600/P10705361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TM3ITiARFoI/AAAAAAAABeg/eqxLNRXvneE/s640/P10705361.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little Mr. Sunshine Bookmark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;When I first found this site, I got so attached to it because the things Joops has are just too hard to resist. I am always checking back to see what's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really have to visit this site to know what I am talking about x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylittlejoops.blogspot.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="We Love Joops!" height="200" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs829.snc4/68971_445274958121_643983121_5378115_5765470_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-3868318028663692282?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/3868318028663692282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/place-of-coziness-and-creation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/3868318028663692282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/3868318028663692282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/place-of-coziness-and-creation.html' title='A Place of Coziness and Creation'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TM3IUdBqgJI/AAAAAAAABek/ha_o06byKIs/s72-c/P10704011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-8023929207731658462</id><published>2010-11-01T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:46:54.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, October.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1st November 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TM2Zi5Ob1OI/AAAAAAAABeA/4HnmOnZZS7Y/s1600/IMG_9134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TM2Zi5Ob1OI/AAAAAAAABeA/4HnmOnZZS7Y/s640/IMG_9134.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Just like that, October came and went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was in October that I finally woke up and decided to get up and face my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When I finally realised that I can't do everything myself. Even Batman needs Robin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;October was when I pushed myself to the limit and survived. With a little determination, a little motivation and luck. Then I thought, with a little more determination and motivation I'd go even further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Towards the end, I finally remembered how it feels like to want something so much and I will not let anyone take this away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was in October that I said, "Jessica Loi, you know you have so much more in you. You KNOW it. Stop being scared and just do what you have to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And just like that, October left and November said hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TM2ZfTd7VGI/AAAAAAAABd8/qMxenLOu_XM/s1600/IMG_9136(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TM2ZfTd7VGI/AAAAAAAABd8/qMxenLOu_XM/s640/IMG_9136(1).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-8023929207731658462?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/8023929207731658462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/goodbye-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/8023929207731658462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/8023929207731658462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/11/goodbye-october.html' title='Goodbye, October.'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TM2Zi5Ob1OI/AAAAAAAABeA/4HnmOnZZS7Y/s72-c/IMG_9134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-5679740767855870520</id><published>2010-10-27T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:01:01.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Mother's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I have been observing this spider for a few days. It resides in my toilet. So yeah, while I go about with my businesses I watch this spider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&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; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today, it laid eggs! [or at least that's what I think they are]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TMaDLxbbW-I/AAAAAAAABds/4Oy6vNQce_c/s1600/IMG_9094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TMaDLxbbW-I/AAAAAAAABds/4Oy6vNQce_c/s640/IMG_9094.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother's Love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I read up about Spiders and I found out that some spiders carry their eggs around or protect their eggs/kids in some other way - just like our mothers, right? x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&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; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hence the name of the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&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; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't like spiders in general. Not afraid of them but I just don't like them. But I can't not take this photo. So I went as close as I could manage &amp;nbsp;(which is not close enough). So the picture turned out to be a little unclear :P&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/8852801121033519933-5679740767855870520?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/5679740767855870520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/mothers-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5679740767855870520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/5679740767855870520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/mothers-love.html' title='Mother&apos;s Love'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TMaDLxbbW-I/AAAAAAAABds/4Oy6vNQce_c/s72-c/IMG_9094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-7775747565322832324</id><published>2010-10-26T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:15:38.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life In University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Week 14</title><content type='html'>Week 14: The final week of my 2nd final semester before our study week starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my most occupied week 14 in my 5 semesters in USM so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TMZ_HxdUQII/AAAAAAAABdo/B6NTj6gddGA/s1600/pentip.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TMZ_HxdUQII/AAAAAAAABdo/B6NTj6gddGA/s640/pentip.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;5 tests, a report and work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I will survive. I have a lot to look forward to after this week =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-7775747565322832324?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/7775747565322832324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/week-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7775747565322832324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7775747565322832324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/week-14.html' title='Week 14'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TMZ_HxdUQII/AAAAAAAABdo/B6NTj6gddGA/s72-c/pentip.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-8226898968475845887</id><published>2010-10-19T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:28:04.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TLySBMq6y-I/AAAAAAAABc8/v3ss_HabpWU/s1600/IMG_8996(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TLySBMq6y-I/AAAAAAAABc8/v3ss_HabpWU/s1600/IMG_8996(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tonight, I miss you more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-8226898968475845887?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/8226898968475845887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/8226898968475845887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/8226898968475845887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/miss-you.html' title='Miss You'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TLySBMq6y-I/AAAAAAAABc8/v3ss_HabpWU/s72-c/IMG_8996(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-1689646994588944372</id><published>2010-10-15T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:23:55.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life In University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Leaving to Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>The last time I went to Cameron Highlands was in May. I went there with my family =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TLfjcGijb7I/AAAAAAAABck/3Hm1fIiwZXA/s1600/IMG_5953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TLfjcGijb7I/AAAAAAAABck/3Hm1fIiwZXA/s640/IMG_5953.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;LittleAlex, my nephew.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving for Cameron Highlands, 2nd time this year, later in the afternoon. This time I am going with my course mates =) It's a field trip for one of my major subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's so good to be an Environmental Science students. We have all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TLfjnuNW_MI/AAAAAAAABco/vh9UMhb7BEU/s1600/IMG_5963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TLfjnuNW_MI/AAAAAAAABco/vh9UMhb7BEU/s640/IMG_5963.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cameron Highland's strawberries&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Can't wait to escape this island for 3 days and enjoy the cool air in Cameron Highlands. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-1689646994588944372?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1689646994588944372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/leaving-to-cameron-highlands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1689646994588944372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1689646994588944372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/leaving-to-cameron-highlands.html' title='Leaving to Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TLfjcGijb7I/AAAAAAAABck/3Hm1fIiwZXA/s72-c/IMG_5953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-1092836424468297874</id><published>2010-10-15T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:48:55.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC'/><title type='text'>The Red Ribbon</title><content type='html'>Last year in April, I had the opportunity to facilitate the HIV101 conference organised by AIESEC in USM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 1 very distinct memory from that day. It's very hard to forget. I wrote what happened down on my laptop and have kept that document till this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;14th April 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I bring her out of the hall. She is close to tears but her brave heart is telling her not to shed a tear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Are you alright?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;She nods, but she does not look at me. I tell her to sit at the stairs. As she sits, I sit down beside her. She stares into space. I have a feeling memories are flitting through her mind right now, probably not good ones.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I point to the ribbon pinned onto her shirt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Do you know what you're wearing?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;She nods. Not saying a word.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It's the Red Ribbon. We use it as a symbol of HIV/AIDS awareness."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;She nods again. I think that means 'I know'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Do you know why we wear the ribbon on the left-hand side?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;She shakes her head, still not looking at me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I smile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We wear it on our left because that's where our heart is. It means we hold this issue very close to our hearts and that we care. That's why there is this conference - to spread awareness about this issue and that is why you are here today. By being here today, learning about HIV/AIDS, wearing that ribbon now means you care about this issue. That is the most important thing. It's the first step in tackling this issue."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;She turns and looks at me. Then, she smiles a sincere and happy smile. At that moment I knew I had made a new friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing feeling to know that I managed to talk to this girl about HIV/AIDS and to make her understand what this issue really is about. What more when I was part of a team of facilitators who helped spread awareness to a crowd of around 100 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we're organising Youth Alive in hopes of spreading awareness about HIV/AIDS. To the Youth Alive Project Management team, Organising Committee of Youth Alive conference and to the Facilitators - I hope you'll gain an amazing experience like I did. And know that all your hard work is going to be worth it as you are now helping to change lives and to change the world =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best and I know Youth Alive Conference will be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=198522935053"&gt;Youth Alive Conference&lt;/a&gt; is organised by AIESEC in USM and will be held on the 16th October 2010 [Saturday].&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-1092836424468297874?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1092836424468297874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/red-ribbon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1092836424468297874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1092836424468297874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/red-ribbon.html' title='The Red Ribbon'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-1951674173629921281</id><published>2010-10-11T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:22:10.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminders'/><title type='text'>Move Forward</title><content type='html'>Because I know, whatever I say will sound like an excuse. No matter how true it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know too that, if I were to explain, the next sentence would be, "You could have done better".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I told you I did do my best. I couldn't foresee this at all. What would you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure. I admit, that I have failed to do my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say failing is when you don't learn from your mistakes. That's true but its just a saying. Whether we like it or not, though people say that, in most people's minds there is only one definition of failure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"As long as you don't achieve what you are suppose to achieve, then you have failed."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TLLh3En0ZzI/AAAAAAAABcU/sXY2D2a52kI/s1600/IMG_8544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TLLh3En0ZzI/AAAAAAAABcU/sXY2D2a52kI/s640/IMG_8544.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you going to do Miss Jessica Loi?&amp;nbsp;Are you going to sulk and cry and complain that the world is unfair to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of course I will. But only for 5 minutes. Then I'll realise that whatever the definition of failure is, to not learn from this mistake or failure is just plain stupid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say, put on a brave face. Learn and let others learn from your non-achievement. Cry if you have to. Then wipe your tears dry. Move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push your fears aside. Who cares if you don't know what will happen in the future. No one does. One thing that is certain in life - time and everyone else does not wait for you. So keep going forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-1951674173629921281?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1951674173629921281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/move-forward.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1951674173629921281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1951674173629921281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/move-forward.html' title='Move Forward'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TLLh3En0ZzI/AAAAAAAABcU/sXY2D2a52kI/s72-c/IMG_8544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-1863767281929032541</id><published>2010-10-05T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:43:42.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Open Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>Nature is more beautiful than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even on the sidewalks of man-made buildings, you can see that this is true. Nature is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKs40nmi9_I/AAAAAAAABb0/NtRQJDoOv_o/s1600/IMG_7518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKs40nmi9_I/AAAAAAAABb0/NtRQJDoOv_o/s640/IMG_7518.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A common flower we overlook can be beautiful too.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;You just have to open your eyes a little wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Picture taken with a Canon Ixus 80is]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-1863767281929032541?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1863767281929032541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/open-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1863767281929032541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1863767281929032541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/open-your-eyes.html' title='Open Your Eyes'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKs40nmi9_I/AAAAAAAABb0/NtRQJDoOv_o/s72-c/IMG_7518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-1526555095131410263</id><published>2010-10-03T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:24:36.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Two is Better than One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My final year project field trip to Batu Maung mangrove patch was really amazing. I am too exhausted to write further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Let me leave you guys with my favourite shot of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;[Photo was taken with my trusty Canon Ixus 100is]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKh6itOrjAI/AAAAAAAABaU/MN2gPgwkZHE/s1600/IMG_8421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKh6itOrjAI/AAAAAAAABaU/MN2gPgwkZHE/s640/IMG_8421.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two is Better than One&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852801121033519933-1526555095131410263?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1526555095131410263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-is-better-than-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1526555095131410263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/1526555095131410263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='Two is Better than One'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKh6itOrjAI/AAAAAAAABaU/MN2gPgwkZHE/s72-c/IMG_8421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-7105819676779561142</id><published>2010-10-02T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:22:41.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life In University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>My Yellow Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am excited for tomorrow. I am finally getting started with my final year project =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&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; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's about mangrove species&amp;nbsp;variability&amp;nbsp;and stand structure in Penang Island. What I have to do is go to every mangrove swamps in Penang Island and count the number of species, species diversity and to get the stand structure of that area. It's super exciting cause mangrove trees are just awesome. It's amazing how they adapt themselves to live in conditions such as in the mangrove swamp. I might even get to see snakes! and this very excited Environmental Science student shall stop writing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&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; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Anyway, I am also super excited for a different reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&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; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I get to wear &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phua_Chu_Kang"&gt;Phua Chu Kang&lt;/a&gt; boots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKczy-i8WII/AAAAAAAABZ4/K_bai7eHXQg/s1600/IMG_8351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKczy-i8WII/AAAAAAAABZ4/K_bai7eHXQg/s640/IMG_8351.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Phua Chu Kang boots hehe x)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKcz3aRqr_I/AAAAAAAABZ8/6jMJiU2zS1k/s1600/IMG_8352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKcz3aRqr_I/AAAAAAAABZ8/6jMJiU2zS1k/s640/IMG_8352.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&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; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;These boots are mine for the next 6 months until I finish my final year project. I'll snap a photo of how I look like with the boots on tomorrow x)&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/8852801121033519933-7105819676779561142?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/7105819676779561142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-yellow-boots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7105819676779561142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/7105819676779561142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-yellow-boots.html' title='My Yellow Boots'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKczy-i8WII/AAAAAAAABZ4/K_bai7eHXQg/s72-c/IMG_8351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852801121033519933.post-735130627502039148</id><published>2010-10-02T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:24:36.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Life is this Colourful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I have been blogging for 6 years now in another website and suddenly I decided to abandon that and start anew. Like all my other previous blogs, I never know what to write in the first post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&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; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, lets start with a picture I took =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYSzCzqWGI/AAAAAAAABY4/iIA3_zQHTNA/s1600/IMG_7627-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYSzCzqWGI/AAAAAAAABY4/iIA3_zQHTNA/s640/IMG_7627-1.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life really is this colourful.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&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; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="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/8852801121033519933-735130627502039148?l=jessieloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/feeds/735130627502039148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-is-this-colourful.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/735130627502039148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8852801121033519933/posts/default/735130627502039148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieloi.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-is-this-colourful.html' title='Life is this Colourful'/><author><name>jessieloi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236262637961112661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYfb5F-yTI/AAAAAAAABZE/_o3XzlmBN0Y/S220/IMG_5699.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R20R1_u9AGM/TKYSzCzqWGI/AAAAAAAABY4/iIA3_zQHTNA/s72-c/IMG_7627-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
