<?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-4330265531408856262</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:42:01.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue.My.Issues</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sue.My.Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522770037417019706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/S9Ls9xejoTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/x_TySWGW6-w/S220/26490_412479820534_592845534_5488408_2400917_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330265531408856262.post-4855238569969770868</id><published>2011-05-23T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T03:02:46.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kota Kinabalu: A World of Its Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gina and I decided that we should take a trip somewhere, just to walk around and do some exploring. So we decided on Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight to KK was sorta bumpy. During take off, Gina was laughing her ass off (probably because she was panicking), while I was gripping my seat tight and staring wide eyed at the seat in front of me with my pale face. I'm not a big fan of flying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we landed in the airport in KK, we took the taxi to the KK waterfront to check the place out, and then headed to Tune Hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YabNUHtC_r0/Tdoup0U4xLI/AAAAAAAAALc/C3a9qu4l1Fk/s400/kkresied.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609847581799138482" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, we took a tour to see Mt.Kinabalu. I was really looking forward to that because I do plan to climb that mountain soon. And Oh.. My..God....  what a bloody huge mountain it was!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was freakishly HUGE! The peak of the mountain is entirely granite, and was completely covered with thick clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some souvenir shopping, we headed to the Poring Hot Springs &amp;amp; Canopy Walk. The Canopy Walk was sort of scary, mainly because it was a single plank (dangling about 41m high) with nets on each side. Gina was having a hard time walking across that, and I was having fun watching her take baby steps. hahahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hssCOuxGPo/TdovFYfSk0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/hDFl0B30zbM/s400/ginaplank%2Bresices.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609848055362917186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, Gina and I got to jump into an icy cold swimming pool, that was made up of cold mountain water. We tried swimming towards the 6feet end, but the water was seriously so cold, that we had to go back to our 5feet end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I loved Sabah. I cannot wait to go back there again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RiNGVZ9WFc/TdovZvAOVlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/raFOykC3jno/s400/suebechresics.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609848405004015186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330265531408856262-8559134487174600584?l=suemyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/feeds/8559134487174600584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4330265531408856262&amp;postID=8559134487174600584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/8559134487174600584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/8559134487174600584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/2011/03/music-to-my-ears.html' title='Music to my ears'/><author><name>Sue.My.Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522770037417019706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/S9Ls9xejoTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/x_TySWGW6-w/S220/26490_412479820534_592845534_5488408_2400917_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330265531408856262.post-1342109167901701862</id><published>2011-02-13T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T10:40:00.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To sum this day up well, here's a quote from a movie I love, Valentine's Day -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" To some people, love doesn't exist unless you acknowledge it in front of other people".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What is Valentines Day? Well I don't really know. I don't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People start worrying about what to get their loved ones, where to take them, how to surprise them. There's a lot of red involved. Lots of mushy poems and songs are dedicated to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I agree with people who say that everyday has to be Valentine's Day. Treat people you love like it's the last day you'll see them. Shower them with love, gifts and your time everyday.. not just once a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well of course there has to be one day where you let all the hype take over and get yourself lost in the mood of the occasion. &lt;/span&gt;Yes sure there is. That one day that I romanticize, letting my imagination take me over. That one day that gives me the warm and fuzzy feeling inside. A day where I want to sit with the one I love, and listen to music and dance alone with them. A day where public profession of love is allowed. A day where carrying out every stereotype that comes along with it, is considered fun. A legitimate holiday. A day that deserves every bit of the hype it gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Those who're reading this, might go "Wtf".. 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Dayummm...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sem is pretty packed. Loads of assignments and presentations to do, but I'm glad that its all spaced out properly so I have enough time for each of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been wondering what dramas to watch. As far as I know all the new ones suck. So I'm sticking to Criminal Minds. There's a new season coming real  soon. Can't wait.. I love Joe Mantegna.. Tere's just something about him. I don't know what, but he's just so likable..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daemonstv.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/96961_abc_0349b.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also downloading Dexter, because I heard its pretty good. We'll have to see.. Also watching few episodes of Vampire Diaries. Some bits of the storyline reminds me of Twilight, but its a much better version. I still haven't found a series that really catches my attention the way Criminal Minds does. All these sci fi/fantasy stuff is getting really boring. I need something new..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of needing something new.. I do need something new. A change in a good way. An addition to the picture. Maybe when the time is right I guess.. I'm leaving it all up to Him. Haribol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaanyway.. The U.S Open just started. I'm trying to stay up to see some of the the matches. I really don't want the usual people to win this tournament, because that would just be boring. Glad that Serena's out. Let's see if Wozniacki, Dementieva, Clijsters, or Stosur can pull it off this time. Stosur will be facing Elena in the next round. 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It is an emotion that constantly bugs us at the back of our minds. Things we should/shouldn't have done, Words we shouldn't/should have said, opportunities we should/shouldn't have taken. There always comes a time in everyone's lives when we look back and feel a sudden pang of regret. If only..What if.. I could have..I should have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When it comes to me, I try my best not to feel any regret. I believe, things happen for a reason. God plans who we're supposed to meet, people we're supposed to love, places that we're suppose to end up in. How we deal with what happens to us along the way, is up to us however.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I for one do not regret a lot of things that have happened to me(things which have caused me great pain). I don't regret having been in love when I was 17, I don't regret fighting with some of my best friends, and I don't regret not doing some things that I should have done back when I was in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why? ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Because, every one of those things made me learn. I am who I am, because I have learnt from the past. I learnt what love is and what its like to care for someone, I learnt how to appreciate my best friends and how much their friendship means to me. I learnt how to forgive. I learnt not to complain about things that cannot be changed. I learnt to see the best in other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Regret. 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&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330265531408856262-985222771337433353?l=suemyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/feeds/985222771337433353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4330265531408856262&amp;postID=985222771337433353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/985222771337433353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/985222771337433353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-regret_05.html' title='Why Regret?'/><author><name>Sue.My.Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522770037417019706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/S9Ls9xejoTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/x_TySWGW6-w/S220/26490_412479820534_592845534_5488408_2400917_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/S-FICrNhrpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ErIUxZyb0Pc/s72-c/noooregrets2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330265531408856262.post-8122568119951995938</id><published>2010-04-24T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T06:47:39.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xenophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ngjQuC-VNk/SuutYIEoBsI/AAAAAAAAGDw/XF2NJthc60o/s400/monica-stewart-unity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ngjQuC-VNk/SuutYIEoBsI/AAAAAAAAGDw/XF2NJthc60o/s400/monica-stewart-unity.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends and I have been talking about a few things lately. Mainly its about whats happening back at home. Although I'm not a huge fan of the current govt, but the changes and initiatives taken by our PM did give me a tiny bit of hope. But every time I feel hopeful, the VERY next second everything crumbles, because some MPs would come along and blab their mouths, making some of us feel sick.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, we ARE in the 21st century. Why can't policies be made to benefit a country as a WHOLE and not just ONE race. But come to think of it, I don't think it benefits ANY race. You still see poor people of all races living in horrible conditions, squatting, begging, unable to access proper water and electric supply, or even basic education (in East M'sia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever a policy that COULD benefit everyone is introduced, there ALWAYS will be an uproar. "This is against the constitution", "This policy will make THAT race richer",  "This policy does not help OUR race", "We will fight against such policies".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Why are some individuals SOOO against helping people in general? Why do we have to look at the colour of our skin before lending a hand? Did God tell you that? Did He say, "I command you to help ONLY your own race"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you scared of? Are you scared because a change in the policy would mean EQUAL benefits for all, and that would be a complete change from what we're used to since we gained independence? You're scared of the unknown. You're scared of something new, something you're not used to. Therefore, you protest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am here not to criticize you or to mock you. I am here to say to my fellow brothers and sisters of all races, I love my country. Why? Because of you. I love it because YOU are in it. I see Malays, Indians, Chinese people when I walk out of my house, and I feel so at home. I hear people speaking Malay, and I smile. Thats my national language. Those are MY people. This is MY country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could make this country better, I would do it because it would bring ALL of us great happiness.  What is the point in ONLY the Indians being happy when the rest not? What is the point of the Malays being happy, when the rest are not? What is the point of the Chinese being happy, when the rest are not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our skin is just a colour. We're humans first and foremost. Why don't we behave like one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;
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I have LOADS and LOADS of assignments to do. Not that I'm attempting to get a start on any of them at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAAnyway, I went to Sydney few days back, with Aimee and Jia Hui. Gosh. We had a real blast. So many things to see and do, yet so little time. We have to thank Kae Herng for bringing us around and about. She was a really good tour guide. *APPLAUSE*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We to University of Sydney, Bondi Beach, the Fish Market, Chinatown, Paddy's market, University of Technology Sydney, the Opera House, had a cool view of the Harbour Bridge..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn. and we ate like there was no tomorrow. Everytime I ate, I felt like I was gonna explode. But we always managed to eat some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in short, Sydney was AMAZING. 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Amazing how fast a whole year can go by.. It feels as if I just celebrated Jan 01 2009 with Steven and Mum, and sis.&lt;div&gt;What do I say about 2009? It was a rehab year. I quietened down, and learnt more about myself. I learnt to appreciate things/people/places more than I ever did before. And I also learnt that your relationship with your best friends will never change, even though you're a thousand miles away from them. Its a really nice feeling. I also realized how much I love Steven. He's one person who has always been there for me since we were 15.  Through all the ups and downs of high school and college and University, he's the one person who's been my rock. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so The Australian Open's here! Gosh, this is really so exciting!! 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&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330265531408856262-2365379932203717193?l=suemyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/feeds/2365379932203717193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4330265531408856262&amp;postID=2365379932203717193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/2365379932203717193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/2365379932203717193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Sue.My.Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522770037417019706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/S9Ls9xejoTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/x_TySWGW6-w/S220/26490_412479820534_592845534_5488408_2400917_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330265531408856262.post-7428913912988097522</id><published>2009-12-08T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:00:48.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Majority of the Minority</title><content type='html'>You obviously would not understand this post. Which is why I posted this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those of you who fall under the minority category:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets say, the minority = 100%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of this one hundred percent,  95% (or the majority of the minority group), have some similar characteristics. Lets call them group A.  And these people who fall under group A, are the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ones making my life difficult. They spoil it for the rest of us 5%( Group B). Because of group A, group B is also affected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, because both groups fall under the minority category, therefore people assume that everyone there is the same. FALSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the 95%. I don't hate the fact that you club, have random sex, drink, do drugs. I hate the fact that when you do these things, it reflects badly on us group B. Because we're not like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I consider myself a conservative who is open minded. I am open to the fact that people around me are free to do whatever they want, but I am conservative when it comes to me. I do not let myself do things that I'm not supposed to do. I still have strong traditional values, and I like the fact that I am very attached to my family and close friends and I feel responsible towards them. I like the fact that I am exploring my religion, and at the same time understanding other religions and respecting them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I am not Group A. I still fall under the minority category. But whatever your impressions are about us minorities, I am not that. We group B, are not like that. That's group A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do not want anything. We don't wanna go to clubs. We don't like humping everyone we meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; around the corner. We don't do drugs. We have strong family and traditional values instilled in us. What we would like, however is :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) For people to realize that these two groups are completely DIFFERENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Live our dreams (i.e graduating, getting a job, making our parents proud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/Sx88NK5YJCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/X9J7GgS-qzQ/s320/different.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413111474083603490" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330265531408856262-654077519557219586?l=suemyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/feeds/654077519557219586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4330265531408856262&amp;postID=654077519557219586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/654077519557219586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/654077519557219586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/2009/09/serena-for-us-open.html' title='Serena for The US Open'/><author><name>Sue.My.Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522770037417019706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/S9Ls9xejoTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/x_TySWGW6-w/S220/26490_412479820534_592845534_5488408_2400917_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/SqKci1k4lUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/skc2ZdGkOdk/s72-c/Serena_Williams_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330265531408856262.post-5004115757902812232</id><published>2009-09-05T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:02:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue the couch potato</title><content type='html'>So its a saturday night, and I'm doing what I love doing every saturday night. Internet, hot chocolate, couch, pizza, movie. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights back, I did something that I've always felt like doing. It was about 2am in the morning, and I was not sleepy. So I took my phone and my headset, and went to sit in my veranda. Sat there, watching the moon, while listening to trance music on my phone. Saw birds flying under the moonlit sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at its best, is when everyone else goes to sleep. It feels like the universe is communicating with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;
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Is it just me, or are bloggers these days making more sense than politicians??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You UMNO Youth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to some good news this morning. After my morning coffee I surfed the Net for the morning news. And read in The Malaysian Insider that "Umno Youth says PAS stands for DAP". Wah! Damn loud stuff early in the morning and proves right away that Umno Youth can't spell. Hahahaha...sorry coffee and Malaysian news has that effect on me in the morning. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/"&gt;The Malaysian Insider&lt;/a&gt; today reported "PAS’s Pakatan Rakyat (PR) partner DAP was portrayed as the enemy of Islam and the Malays, and the Islamist party was chastised for bending to the will of the Chinese-dominated party, before a gathering of more than 1,000 mostly Malay residents (here). The vitriolic attacks against PR by Umno Youth leaders at last night’s rally here suggests the Barisan Nasional (BN) lynchpin is determined to continue its hardline racial rhetoric to create a siege mentality among the Malays to unite behind them"&lt;p&gt;Bending to the will of the Chinese-dominated party? Really? Why? Just because somebody from DAP pointed out that there was no law, yet, allowing seizure of beer from convenience stores? What else? There probably could be something else but as a Chinese fler I really don't see any big deal that PAS is bending to. Except maybe PAS is bending from the onslaught of silly "hardline racial rhetoric" from Umno in their bid to try and rally Malay support by constantly harping on racial insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Aiyoh! Why I digress so much ah?  I said I woke up to some good news, right?  Okay, okay...here it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One Umno Youth Exco member, Lokman Adam (who apparently was a founding member of PKR so he is now a froggie singing a different tune for a different master) was asking why the Shah Alam Municipal Council now controlled by PR did not revoke the license for Carlsberg brewery to operate in the district.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why PR did not revoke the licence for the Carlsberg Brewery to operate? Why? Are you thick or what? Oh sorry, redundant question that. First, it would mean thousands would lose their jobs. Second, the state would lose millions in revenue. Third, and this is a genuine question. Islam forbids alcohol consumption for its followers. But does it impose its edicts on people of other faiths in the same community? Fourth, who was the state government when the licence was granted and why did the previous government not revoke it since you are now saying that it is so wrong to have it in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lokman also said, "When PAS wanted to ban alcohol, they did not refer to the Quran or the Sunnah, but they referred the matter to DAP." Hey! As a thinking Malaysian I'd say Sybas! to PAS for that. Shows they are good Muslims as far as I'm concerned. They want to ban alcohol for Muslims (because it is against the religion to consume alcohol) but they also understand that the ban would have implications on others of their fellow-citizens living in the same community. So they start a dialogue to arrive at a solution that would benefit the whole community irregardless of race or creed. No good meh? Then I sure won't vote for you in the next election la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another Umno fler also said, "Don’t think that a vote for PAS is a vote for Islam. It did not happen in Penang, or in Selangor. Instead Islam has been insulted." Hiyoh! We have heard so much about Islam being "insulted" that has become damn tiring la. Can these politicians please explain HOW Islam has been insulted by anyone recently? I really want to understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, Selangor Umno Youth chief Suhaimi Ghazali said, "Maybe one day pork will be sold openly in Shah Alam". (Sigh. How low can these politicians sink in trying to win votes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey when that day comes we will truly have the 1Malaysia that Najib is shouting about. People of all races and creeds living in harmony with perfect understanding and acceptance. Without insulting anyone and without imposing unfairly on anyone. Without fear. Isn't that what you want too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So you must be asking what is the good news Patrick is talking about? No meh? It's good news because if the Umno flers continue with their campaign of trying to incite fear and racial disharmony that's a sure sign their on their way out. Isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330265531408856262-1594399751360375724?l=suemyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/feeds/1594399751360375724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4330265531408856262&amp;postID=1594399751360375724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/1594399751360375724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/1594399751360375724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyone-seems-to-be-done-with-their.html' title='Everyone seems to be done with their exams!! $%$#@'/><author><name>Sue.My.Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522770037417019706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/S9Ls9xejoTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/x_TySWGW6-w/S220/26490_412479820534_592845534_5488408_2400917_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330265531408856262.post-3850840337437882365</id><published>2009-06-17T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:46:01.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "4af0c5aca89c694073735a51a63db582";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more week before I fly home..man I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Aussie is great and all, but seriously, there's nothing like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway today, nothing much..studying for the papers next Tues,Weds and Thurs. Yeah back to back. SHIT i call it. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a really good time earlier on talking to Aaron on MSN, about Malaysian Politics..a subject we both LOVE and can go on and on about..&lt;br /&gt;Lucky guy, he's studying in Victoria University of Wellington, majoring in Political Science. I know he loves it, coz he was going on about how easy he found Political Science compared to Economics.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything goes well, then I also can take my Political Science major in addition to International Business. I'll keep my fingers crossed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Damn these exams. I hate studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think youngsters like Aaron, Samantha (and I ..hehehe) can really contribute a lot to Malaysia in general. Not because we can, but because we want to. The government should have open forums for students to participate in and voice out their opinions on how the country is being run, and suggestions as to how it can be improved. God knows we need a serious change over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, most graduates want to study, stay and live abroad. But only some of us actually care about whats going on at home. And someday, I know I'd like to do something for my country.Talk about being a true blue Malaysian..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hzCz9qPBMNw/RcijIaT67RI/AAAAAAAAA8o/9IJfy6gxyy4/s400/cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hzCz9qPBMNw/RcijIaT67RI/AAAAAAAAA8o/9IJfy6gxyy4/s400/cartoon.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330265531408856262-3850840337437882365?l=suemyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/feeds/3850840337437882365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4330265531408856262&amp;postID=3850840337437882365&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/3850840337437882365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/3850840337437882365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-one-more-week.html' title='Just one more week...'/><author><name>Sue.My.Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522770037417019706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/S9Ls9xejoTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/x_TySWGW6-w/S220/26490_412479820534_592845534_5488408_2400917_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hzCz9qPBMNw/RcijIaT67RI/AAAAAAAAA8o/9IJfy6gxyy4/s72-c/cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330265531408856262.post-533574729465054393</id><published>2009-06-16T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T03:01:50.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>I was kinda confused + sad+ worried when Raja Petra wrote on Malaysia Today saying that he would be handing over Malaysia Today to a certain group of people. I mean, Malaysia Today is like THE place to get the latest gossips (truth) and scandals (truth) about our politician. I mean, Malaysia Today without RPK, is like McDonalds without the clown. Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily he wrote on his blog again saying that he's not "leaving MT".&lt;br /&gt;RPK - "I plan to split &lt;em style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;MT&lt;/em&gt; into two. The present one would remain as it is and be more Blog-oriented. The new site would be called &lt;strong style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Malaysia Today Daily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and would be a news-based site".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sun2surf.com/images/sun2surf/articles/10158/farish3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 257px;" src="http://www.sun2surf.com/images/sun2surf/articles/10158/farish3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic, I don't know if you people have heard of Dr. Farish Ahmad-Noor. He REALLY knows his stuff when it comes to politics, and history. He also is a Senior Fellow at Nanyang Technological University&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.ntu.edu.sg/" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(a Malaysian btw). He would be an IDEAL person to hold top posts in our government. Gosh and he talks so much sense. Check out his articles in &lt;a href="http://www.othermalaysia.org/about/"&gt;The Other Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;, a website that he co-founded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330265531408856262-533574729465054393?l=suemyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/feeds/533574729465054393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4330265531408856262&amp;postID=533574729465054393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/533574729465054393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4330265531408856262/posts/default/533574729465054393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemyissues.blogspot.com/2009/06/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Sue.My.Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522770037417019706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/S9Ls9xejoTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/x_TySWGW6-w/S220/26490_412479820534_592845534_5488408_2400917_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330265531408856262.post-7781408672679344266</id><published>2009-06-16T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:59:42.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/SjdN8tFxsUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6Pv27Cw4lJA/s1600-h/ABCD0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/SjdN8tFxsUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6Pv27Cw4lJA/s200/ABCD0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347828787817066818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh its sooo quiet in here...its 5.30pm but the sky is pitch black, man.&lt;br /&gt;But thank God it was sunny the whole day, I did not have to put on multiple layers of clothing. The only thing that spoilt the whole day for me was those fucking parrots screeching their lungs out from 7am till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, I was panicking coz I couldn't find my ATM card. I thought I was screwed coz next week I gotta pay for my airport pickup service to send me to the airport, then no ATM card how to take out money la kan. But luckily I remembered that I put my atm card inside one of my shorts, in the cupboard. My mother always said I was careless...Looks like I'm determined to prove her right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;
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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="254" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/RmeH1bN0_2I/AAAAAAAAACU/w5Roy4RzYuY/s320/web.gif" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well lets just leave that in the past...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,the sky has been really clear for sometime...it kinda bothers me...coz i don't like clear weather..but at the same time...the sky was sooo clear that it was totally blue...its awesome to sky watch....i love weather...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/RmeEeLN0_uI/AAAAAAAAABU/Q6kspeeHsYE/s1600-h/23286248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073169159197884130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="161" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/RmeEeLN0_uI/AAAAAAAAABU/Q6kspeeHsYE/s320/23286248.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view we get of the star in the city are not as nice and as clear as the view u get in the seaside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sumhow the stars are jumbled up in a whole bunch in the seaside..at night.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/RmeErrN0_vI/AAAAAAAAABc/aI11Mkwu0iQ/s1600-h/moonandstars.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k..nvr mind about tht...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073173398330605426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/RmeIU7N0_3I/AAAAAAAAACc/qxnrx4Sl-eA/s320/PH026_020.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the newspapers have been "happening" so to say....lots of criminals getting away...politicians making crude comments....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PM remarrying...drug raids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kids reading porn....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES PEOPLE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tats the daily life of us earthlings....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073170851414998834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cpo34zRUWY/RmeGArN0_zI/AAAAAAAAAB8/H_KINgXXxmw/s320/meeting.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;
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