<?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-9009542045987923718</id><updated>2011-10-04T17:35:02.938+08:00</updated><category term='Trips'/><category term='animals'/><category term='personal'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Family'/><category term='MPOV'/><category term='weird stuff'/><category term='random'/><category term='rants'/><category term='classic moments'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Malaysian'/><category term='courteousy'/><category term='House'/><category term='weird people'/><category term='Life'/><category term='people'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='anime'/><category term='Money'/><category term='work'/><category term='Bleach'/><category term='Books'/><category term='aussie'/><category term='ailness'/><title type='text'>Life's Random....</title><subtitle type='html'>The unpredictable twist of our never mundane life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-4814181672796306176</id><published>2009-09-17T01:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:20:57.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update..</title><content type='html'>Was really busy lately, busy juggling 2 jobs and being a full-time Uni student. Well, while it ain't easy, it was not too bad either. So, please pardon my long absense in the blogging world *then again, I don't think anyone is actally reading this*...So, that would mean I am talking to myself @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that, brief update is that I am working at a community radio station for more than 2 months now, I must say getting to host your own show is quit liberating after you get over the initial shock and panic. The other job is a magazine job, always wanted to work with a publisher...Currently putting writing on a hold, cause I am setting up a blog for them. Let's just say setting up a proper blog is harder then I think, but since there are things to learn means the job will keep me interested for a while. Cheers to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Nodame Cantabile Win is currently obsess with orchestra pieces... Perhaps back then I was too young to appreciate these pieces, oh the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJRfImhtjq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJRfImhtjq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stravinsky Petrushka...fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my current all time favourite Concerto pieces, also one of the 4 greatest concertos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vk8LUzWzNcw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vk8LUzWzNcw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-4814181672796306176?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/4814181672796306176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=4814181672796306176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4814181672796306176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4814181672796306176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/09/was-really-busy-lately-busy-juggling-2.html' title='Update..'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-3913322432884386586</id><published>2009-09-04T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:49:45.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want, Need, Should</title><content type='html'>I wan to play my online games.&lt;br /&gt;I wan to go to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;I wan to have a holiday&lt;br /&gt;I wan money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;I wan to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I wan to have unlimited download bandwidth, for animes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish my essay*s.&lt;br /&gt;I need to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;I need to understand what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish my degree.&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure what I should do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Should be doing my assignments...*due on monday*&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping early...&lt;br /&gt;I should put homework above all else...&lt;br /&gt;I should NOT be here typing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get...What I want...&lt;br /&gt;I can't finish...those that Needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;I can't carry out..the work that I should be doing...&lt;br /&gt;Can't we compromise and have the best of both worlds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-3913322432884386586?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-8988120130744235986</id><published>2009-06-15T02:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T03:00:43.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasteland, wonderland?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I get to spend quality not doing homework but relaxing. So, I managed to score a date with Teewai. The inital yum-cha session turned out to be a sleep-over/shopping/yum-cha/shopping ingredients for dessert/choosing a gift for her boy friend. If we had not try to fit so may things into a day, I am sure we would have enjoy the yum-cha session much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea,I tried on some clothes, bought nothing which was a dissapointment on my part. Nothing seems to look nice for some reason, and the only thing that I feel like buying was a very nice jacket. I held back on the notion I am not even sure if I am staying back, not staying on will render the fantastic jacket useless. It was such a good bargain, what the hell, I should not have let Teewai convinced me to put it on. Not only it looks good, it feels heavenly as well, that damn jacket was the MOST comfortable jacket I have ever tried on..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVHYAEeH1I/AAAAAAAAATM/mzT_Nw3Xxj0/s1600-h/DSCN1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVHYAEeH1I/AAAAAAAAATM/mzT_Nw3Xxj0/s320/DSCN1033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347258610233515858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse you, you damn fantastic jacket!!! Ahh, I don't really like the buttons anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still after rushing to all cafe pre-planned cafes to visit, which were all closed, we settle for Wasteland instead. A place of good ambience and even better Hot-chocolate. Ahh yes, sipping that warm bitter sweet taste while sitting next to a window, watching as the sky grew darker; yet knowing that I am in no hurry for the train. Such relaxation...the price is even better of course, 3.95 for a good hot chocolate. Very good deal. Though I lament the lost of marshmallows, oh well you can't get everything you want after all. Yes, rest assured I will be visiting Wasteland once more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVHYZCvtVI/AAAAAAAAATU/F-xfXkW4e5E/s1600-h/DSCN1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVHYZCvtVI/AAAAAAAAATU/F-xfXkW4e5E/s320/DSCN1038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347258616937166162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful cup of endorphine booster X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVHY-Jk4xI/AAAAAAAAATc/fH3u99VdEkU/s1600-h/DSCN1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVHY-Jk4xI/AAAAAAAAATc/fH3u99VdEkU/s320/DSCN1043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347258626897928978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love the ambience... Shame the camera does not do the lighting any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVIeTgAU6I/AAAAAAAAATk/tSVCFGeVBw0/s1600-h/DSCN1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVIeTgAU6I/AAAAAAAAATk/tSVCFGeVBw0/s320/DSCN1047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347259818040120226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the view is not too bad too: LV and Tiffany &amp; Co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-8988120130744235986?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/8988120130744235986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=8988120130744235986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8988120130744235986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8988120130744235986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/06/wasteland-wonderland.html' title='Wasteland, wonderland?'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVHYAEeH1I/AAAAAAAAATM/mzT_Nw3Xxj0/s72-c/DSCN1033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-1935721981326430682</id><published>2009-06-15T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T03:04:34.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking tips?!</title><content type='html'>To be honest, I don't cook that much..In fact I don't have to cook over here at all. But I have to when there are no decent read food laying around some afternoons, or when I am being especially picky of not wanting to eat what was already cook. Yes, yes, I am spoilt rotten by my parents.. My tastebuds have been nurtured since young, eating, tasting and digesting one of the best food hand crafted with love... my mum and dad are good cooks *ah, I am paying you compliments fit for Gods* But yea, I was never under fed when I was young and having been presented with good food most of my life, I have hone my tasting skills to one of the more superior level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, going out of context here, point is I am not a good cook, a lousy one at that, but I am damn fussy and I am a freaking good food critic. *cough, if I may say so myself* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, having only to cook minimal and simple dishes, I suppose I still have to do my share when I am staying over at a friend's house. So yea, during a short cooking session with Teewai, I have a few facts to jot down as reminder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 1: Do not steam stuff with a thermos bowl, cup. Just don't, cause you can steam whatever it is for a gazillion times, you will only manage to get the top part cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 2: If you steam something for more than 2 times and it still ends of uncooked, most likely it's not going to work for the third time either, during these times, the microwave might be quite useful...depending on the dish u are making-lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 3: Always to remember to add sugar in your pancake mix. Else it would end up tastless or salty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 4: Every kitchen needs a measuring cup. Yes Teewai, Win will go shopping for you while you are not here. No more measuring milk using mineral water bottle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 5: Always beat the eggs evenly first before mixing it with other stuff. I noticed semi beaten eggs will remain semi beaten, no matter how much i continue to beat them after adding them into other mixtures. *this one is my bad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, I managed to make my dessert *glee, glee* on my first attempt. Cis, it's a simply dish but still even my mum did not get it right, but I did. *yay me!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, will post pics soon...The pics are with TY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVJPc1ZQzI/AAAAAAAAATs/Tzhd5dka6M8/s1600-h/DSCN1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVJPc1ZQzI/AAAAAAAAATs/Tzhd5dka6M8/s320/DSCN1050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347260662359343922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-1935721981326430682?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/1935721981326430682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=1935721981326430682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1935721981326430682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1935721981326430682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/06/cooking-tips.html' title='Cooking tips?!'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVJPc1ZQzI/AAAAAAAAATs/Tzhd5dka6M8/s72-c/DSCN1050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-6936150953073059416</id><published>2009-05-21T12:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T03:08:52.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Australia's Weatherman has been slacking off lately, giving empty hopes and broken promises of rain for the past few weeks. And then, he promised rain again... but this time he guaranteed that there would be rain... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Autumn here in Perth, normally by this time, there will be plenty rain fall, people will be don with raincoats and knee high boots. Umbrellas are useless here, no one wants to end of like Marry Poppins *flying in the sky* albeit by the strong winds, not magic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky has been gloomy for the past few days, the promised rain did not come. WA was let down once again... And then it came, with violent gushes of winds and a huge downpour. Ahhh, this one is a late comer, what a way to make an entrance. But no matter, we are all happy to see it come. It's been a month since there is any rain fall in Perth. Welcome home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I like gloomy days and I like heavy downpours; that is when I am contently sitting in my room watching as rain drops pelt at my window. The sound of rain drops falling seems to calm me for some reason. For one thing, I am warm and safe, not wet and cold. I love rainy seasons when it does not involve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVKi_FUX7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/-BGoNUe-1jo/s1600-h/DSCN1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVKi_FUX7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/-BGoNUe-1jo/s200/DSCN1027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347262097482080178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-6936150953073059416?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/6936150953073059416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=6936150953073059416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6936150953073059416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6936150953073059416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SjVKi_FUX7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/-BGoNUe-1jo/s72-c/DSCN1027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-6275199692594489870</id><published>2009-05-16T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:58:28.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird people'/><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last got inspired by anything other than from Plato, Descarte or some other form of Cartesians theology or anything from Foucault or Marxist's theory. Come to think about it, I am still quite clueless as to what all that were mentioned above are.... I suppose I will have a lifetime to figure out what they were talking about, or better yet; I'll just wipe them all clean as soon as I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was You-tubing a couple days back when I heard Miley Cyrus, The Climb. For some reason, that song kinda soften me a little. Not so much of the music more of the lyric I suppose. A kind and gentle reminder that somehow I have more obstacles in front waiting for me and that if I think this is bad, there are worst.... Yeap, I'm a cynical sadist. I am currently lamenting on the death of my journalistic writing. No more flowery metaphors, or interesting acronyms. My creative writing has officially been killed. Everything that I am writing now seem to be formal and structured. To be honest, I hate it. Whatever happen to all my beautiful words of insults and sarcastic comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so mellow right now. Cant bring myself to do anything. Plato's reading is the last thing I feel like doing, but I have to. Ah, if only the philosophers realize that forcing does not bring any good to anyone. Since they are so enlightened they should have realize this fact by now. I would really like to go back in time and point this out to them. What were they thinking? Why can't they just live like any normal average person instead of coming up far-fetched theories to make sense of life. Life does not make sense, period, never did, never will. Why ask questions when you do not and cannot have an answers for? Why do we have to categorize everything in this world? Why do we have to define everything we do? Can't we just do something because we do... How can we make sense of things, when in the first place it does not make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I am not exactly making all these questions up. We actually did discuss these questions in class. If you are thinking that we are having some kind of heart-felt conversations with each other, you are dead wrong. Because as my lecturer puts it, "the questions itself is wrong, how can you possibly answer it then" Or better yet, "We are not stupid because we do not know the answer, the question is not stupid itself, but the answer itself is stupid." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, we have wrong questions and stupid answers in life. If this is what enlightenment feels like, I want no part of it. After all, ignorance is bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we a confused bunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Olivia Lufkin - Winter Sleep (highly recommended)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-6275199692594489870?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/6275199692594489870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=6275199692594489870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6275199692594489870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6275199692594489870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-8782597632780652514</id><published>2009-05-10T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:56:22.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I feel Stupid....</title><content type='html'>If Liz is on the brink of tears, I am on the brink of suicide. I HATE CMP...HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT!!!!! OMG, why am I so stupid to pick this stupid unit. Come to think about it, this is all that I am complaining about this entire semester. There are two type of person in this world; one that are smartly stupid, the other kind stupid enough to dig a hole to bury themselve alive. I, unfortunately belong to the later group. I curse my own stupididty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun even wan to look at my final essay, all I am asking for right now is a P. Yea, aiming high for D to a miserable P. I have not got a P since high-school! The only reason why I am still here right now is because I know I have to live through it, afterall it's myself to blame. I have no idea how those law student go through their course,  I now have new found respect for law students. What does half of these legislation and policies mean in the first place. I don't even care to look into our own country's policy and now I am studying Aussie's policies...freaking bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not doing any better in Philosophy either. I mean, we are talking things we don't understand to further confuse ourself. Ah, humans! Have you got nothing better to do. Plato must have got too much time and too much wine. Who cares about Plato's cave allegory. Who cares if u live in a cave or whatever. I do not comprehend any of these and I need a 2000 word essay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If printers need ink refill, I need a word refill. I have no more words to churn out anymore. Watching TV is becoming a chore, in fact the only shows I can watch without thinking are animes.....  What a sad sad life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-8782597632780652514?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/8782597632780652514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=8782597632780652514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8782597632780652514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8782597632780652514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-stupid.html' title='I feel Stupid....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-6728588201781199926</id><published>2009-05-03T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:20:52.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock bottom</title><content type='html'>Was talking to my dad the other day, I was telling him (well, more like complaining) about the amount of essay that I have to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win: Eh, I just handed in my 5th essay last week. If one essay is about 2000 words, I have written almost 10,000 words just for this semester!!!! And there's more to come....&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Well... happy writing. &lt;br /&gt;Win: You know, I might as well start writing some fiction story and turn it into an International best seller, at least I will get paid for doing that.....&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Well, let me know when you do that, I want part of your profit...&lt;br /&gt;Win: =.=" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, I have been churning essays non-stop for this entire semester, averaging of one essay every 2 weeks. I feel like a type-writter. This is the point of life where I despise writing, every alphabet I typed out is like cutting into my own flesh, every phrase is sweat and blood. I am no longer writing because I want to, but because I need to. It's like a do or die situation. I am at the point where I have no recollection of what I write the moment I handed my essay in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you did a good job when you feel a sense of liberation after completing something. You also know you have hit dead end, where by after the completion of the assignments the feeling of self-resentment and mockery sinks in. Mine's the later, oh God bless my soul. Yeap, I need a break. 3 more essays, one production unit and 2 exams to go ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-6728588201781199926?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/6728588201781199926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=6728588201781199926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6728588201781199926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6728588201781199926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/05/rock-bottom.html' title='Rock bottom'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-7432415992852412716</id><published>2009-04-29T00:07:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:37:13.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math</title><content type='html'>I suddenly remember I had Add math test end of this week. And you know what? I don't remember any of the formulas... Nothing I only remember terms and names but I forgot how to do everything else. What the hell? I will have to start practising all the equations back; but it's kinda impossible to master everything in like what? 4 days? And to think that I have another essay due next Monday. I am so DEAD!!! Why the hell do I have to take Add Math test? It doesn't make any sense, I am a media + culture student, what has math got to do with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvdsb.on.ca/banting/courses/math/comic23.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 405px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.tvdsb.on.ca/banting/courses/math/comic23.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hang on... It was all just a nightmare.... Thank GOD!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-7432415992852412716?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/7432415992852412716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=7432415992852412716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/7432415992852412716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/7432415992852412716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/04/math.html' title='Math'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-9136516201750808003</id><published>2009-04-22T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:55:50.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird people'/><title type='text'>Whose fault is it?</title><content type='html'>When you are in a situation where by, you think everyone hates you; whose fault is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I've experienced it. Truth is, I blamed does around me, thinking that the world was out to get me. And then, *yes, I got enligtened* I took a step and think. If there are 10 people in the room, and all of them hated me; maybe the problem isn't them, but me. Rasionally speaking, I do not think that people would hate someone for no reason. But, if you think that you have done no wrong; in that case maybe you should just let it go and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my own words, nobody would hate somebody unless provoked. In my case, I do not hate, but I grew weary and tired. There's is only so many times you want to get lashed at. To bite the hand that fed you, one would prolly have to realize that while some people might be out there to get you, some are trying to help. They say, having too much of a good thing is not neccassary a good thing. True, self preservation is important, but too much of it would shut even those who are trying to help. If my good intentions cause you pain, I apologize. In my defense, I honestly say that I am only trying to help you, because I want to know you, because I want to care; but since that is not what you see. I will gladly back-off, let you resume your life, and even then you still hate me; well, too bad. I have done all I could, if you are sick and tired of me, then I am feed-up and I give up on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's already much pain in this world, let's not add to it. I don't mind starting all over again, if you promise to let me help you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-9136516201750808003?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/9136516201750808003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=9136516201750808003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/9136516201750808003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/9136516201750808003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/04/whose-fault-is-it.html' title='Whose fault is it?'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-659581071236950573</id><published>2009-04-15T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:24:49.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>Quote Teewai " The heaviest weight I lift every morning is myself off the bed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomenasai, Oyasuminasai, Urusai..... Kanasai    &lt;br /&gt;            *speechless...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-659581071236950573?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/659581071236950573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=659581071236950573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/659581071236950573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/659581071236950573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/04/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of wisdom'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-4848328464500075131</id><published>2009-04-15T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:14:36.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One too many</title><content type='html'>After watching the Shinjuku Incident, which I would say despite all the violent and graphic blood gory; a movie well made. Wished I watched it in M'sia instead, the price would have been much cheaper, but a well-spent 10 dollars (in my defence this is the first time I got into the cinema here). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having a marathon of movies since uncle is here. Yes, that means a fresh batch of DVD's, yea I know, I am spoilt. But I will basked in this good fortune in the mean time, after all why not utilize it?! Had an Underworld marathon couple of days back, finally watched Slumdog; interesting plotline. Was wondering what happen to the Bollywood dancing when the story ends... then " Ah, there it is!" Would not say much about the shooting style of the film, which I think is mediocre, but the plot is well- written; in a sense that it is a break from the conventional Hollywood movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, I saw a most disguting movie; no sorry, I meant documentary. It's called "Sick" by Dick Kirby. Horrible show, disgustingly horrible...Would not recommend it for the faint hearted. But if you are into BDSM, then maybe you might enjoy it, nope, not me. But (yea there's a but, it's the silver lining), I kinda respect the guy in there, though he is somewhat wacko (let's be easy on a dead guy); but really I genuinely respect the man in the doc. At least he had the courage to turn his life around, despite all that he has to go through (though I think what he did was a tad bit extreme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I had one too many movies for this semester, insightful yes, enjoyable, not really. But a good change from the previous semester; afterall it's not every year like u get to watch 2 films in every lectures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-4848328464500075131?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/4848328464500075131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=4848328464500075131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4848328464500075131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4848328464500075131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-too-many.html' title='One too many'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-1781735793384014284</id><published>2009-04-15T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:52:04.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>道理</title><content type='html'>突然想起我老豆以前常对我说的话：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“自己跟自己作对的人是全世界最笨的人."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至少我明白了， 祝你也找点领悟到这道理吧！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-1781735793384014284?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/1781735793384014284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=1781735793384014284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1781735793384014284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1781735793384014284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='道理'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-6177716679802645164</id><published>2009-03-30T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:49:26.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Speechless...</title><content type='html'>What am I doing here? I am suppose to be typing up a 2000 word essay... I can't bring myself to do it, I don't know why. I am afraid, I am tired...I am EXHAUSTED, mentally like big time!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the first assessment for the unit, how the hell am I gonna go through this whole entire semester, one essay a week...I have more than enough academic articles to last me a life time now. I am at the brink of tears, I hate it, I hate being so helpless, so blank, so useless...there I have said it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there's no escaping it I have to do this, it's do or die. It's the last year, endure just endure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this essay, I swear I am going to go out of this house, I have been cooped up for almost 1 month (other than Uni and the radio station). Looks like it's another all nighter again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-6177716679802645164?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/6177716679802645164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=6177716679802645164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6177716679802645164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6177716679802645164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/03/speechless.html' title='Speechless...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-4259685808033495606</id><published>2009-03-23T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:16:40.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a Hermit</title><content type='html'>Blogging will be on hiatus for a while. Then again, my blog is hardly active. I am now reaching the point of enlightentment. Whereby, I will churn out my theories, reasons and thoughts into essays. I understand how some people can live from pay cheque to pay cheque; but no matter how near I am near to nirvana, I don't think I can stand the idea of living from essay to essay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermit life starts and ends with caffeine. (tea bags, not coffee I want to function but not get high)We are the new generations of hermit, we live on the internet and our closest confidante is named Google. Yea, pathetic I know but hey it's my last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, Win the hermit needs topic to talk about on the radio, any suggestions people. Oh, it's real radio alright, but I am not getting paid but it's all good fun and a good break for a hermit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-4259685808033495606?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/4259685808033495606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=4259685808033495606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4259685808033495606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4259685808033495606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-of-hermit.html' title='Life of a Hermit'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-792255066065197651</id><published>2009-03-11T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:09:49.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies.....</title><content type='html'>I do no know what possessed me to write this entry. Perhaps, this is my obsession talking, but right now I seriously think that this topic deserves a place in my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I got obssessed with anything, or any celebrities for that matter. I have always been a faithfull follower (albeit faithful not fanatic) of mangas and animes, but not so much on J-Drama, that is until I saw Hotaru no Hikari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I laughed at anything so hard, being a media and culture student all I did lately was to question every single form of media. Watching the TV or anything is becoming a chore, can you imagine the greatest way to unwind after a long suddenly becomes a chore. Therefore, i am hopping onto any brainless movie I can find, just to laugh myself silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, funny is not only the reason I like this drama, I found my latest eye-candy in there too. Naohito Fujiki; my latest eye-candy, I must say he is somewhat different from my usual choice; ah I probably just fell for his character in the movie only. &lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a good story. Strongly recommended for ppl who are about to pengsan from stress, go get some laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konata (Lucky Star): No determination, no motivation, don't want to study, want to Play!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-792255066065197651?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/792255066065197651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=792255066065197651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/792255066065197651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/792255066065197651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/03/fireflies.html' title='Fireflies.....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-2659649219780442152</id><published>2009-03-09T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:19:07.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity</title><content type='html'>Some said identity is defined by the society, others says it's define by an individual. For my case, my identity is given the moment I was born, the identity of a winner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not be unbeatable when i am given such names, I am a born winner. After all, I am not named Win for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cis, I am entitled to be narcisstic every once in a while. I guess all other faults is forgiven and omitted when you are a winner. I love my name! Bless my parents for having good taste in name. *Not names, cause my bro's ones are hardly anything to be celebrated...hahaha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-2659649219780442152?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/2659649219780442152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=2659649219780442152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2659649219780442152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2659649219780442152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/03/identity.html' title='Identity'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-4833420191820071318</id><published>2009-02-17T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:05:28.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>I wan a movie marathon, I cannot believe that I did not visit the cinema back in M'sia. Now all the movie are bundling up waiting to be watch.... But, seriously they ony have crappy movies when I just got back....sigh, now all these good movies are out and I am back in Lala land....wat the heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Red Cliff 2, Slumdog, Curious Case of Benjamin Button and the list goes on.... Now, I'll just have to wait till Easter...lalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-4833420191820071318?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/4833420191820071318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=4833420191820071318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4833420191820071318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4833420191820071318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/02/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-8805335361899960254</id><published>2009-02-17T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:00:47.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Laziness....</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for next friday....feeling so excited I will finally get to watch Phantom of the Opera!!!!! Lalalala~ Hope it's as good as the critiques mention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the Land of Down Under, feeling ubber lazy, must be the weather, so cooling and sunny, it hardly feels like it's summer. I pray for continuos good weather, and I pray that I will get my job back, need the cash for my winter holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are starting tomorrow, hopefully that will put me back into Uni pace. *Buckle up Win, it's your last year &gt;.&lt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-8805335361899960254?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/8805335361899960254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=8805335361899960254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8805335361899960254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8805335361899960254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/02/laziness.html' title='Laziness....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-5057692156358837230</id><published>2009-01-06T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:58:45.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I was thinkin wat.....</title><content type='html'>I was about to update another post for my blog, when I got distracted by mum telling something else....yes, I was thinking something else, I got back to the keyboard and then ______________________________ I forgot what I wan to write already.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_______________=  Does this not happen to you? Is it not annoying, and I just&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;realize that my life nowadays are seemingly parrallel to episodes of "Lucky Star", I think i watched waaaay tooo many animes. Sigh, don't think I'm gonna get my ideas back now...Might as well get some gaming done.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-5057692156358837230?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/5057692156358837230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=5057692156358837230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5057692156358837230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5057692156358837230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-thinkin-wat.html' title='I was thinkin wat.....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-7112531454941072169</id><published>2009-01-06T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:48:33.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Searching for the One</title><content type='html'>You know, I have been thinking about this for a long time... Why exactly do we always say "I'm looking for my one true love...." Why do we say that exactly, because if u were to think this statement true, it seems that this whole thing is meaningless. Because, most of us are born with true love... hence we already have it, hence searching for it is meaningless and pointless. There is no need for us to be searching for our true love when we already owned it in the first place. So, why not change the statement to "searching for my soul mate, my special one" would that not be even specific... Searching for my true love, ppppfffftttt, is that not like insulting everyone else loves you truly and faithfully? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, this statement has been going on for years, me challenging it is like telling the world that the cats are the real dogs.... Yes, I've been thinking too much lately and there's more to come.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-7112531454941072169?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/7112531454941072169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=7112531454941072169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/7112531454941072169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/7112531454941072169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/01/searching-for-one.html' title='Searching for the One'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-8251082640969528521</id><published>2009-01-05T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:01:49.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.I.S.S</title><content type='html'>I caught this programme the other day while channel surfing, something about keeping things short and simple. I found it quite inspiring, not that i do that myself. I mean, if I were to deliver nothing but 5 sentence of thesis to my lecturer, what do think he will say? I like the idea of keeping things short and simple, mainly because I don't need to do detours to refer those "as told previously....." episodes. Liking an idea does not necessary meant that the idea is applicable. Like exactly what I am doing now, I have a train of thoughts but none of them has anything to do with my thesis, it's due the end of this month and I still have no idea how to go about it. Great! Keep things short and simple, it would just safe me a lot of effort if I could just type 10 sentences and call it a thesis. Ah, the idea of K.I.S.S, sweet as it might sound, dun think that's gonna happen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-8251082640969528521?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/8251082640969528521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=8251082640969528521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8251082640969528521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8251082640969528521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiss.html' title='K.I.S.S'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-6880590797642524345</id><published>2008-12-16T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:01:23.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>It never ends, doesn't it....</title><content type='html'>Ugh, been feeling ubber depress since I got back home. To think that I have to do a Summer Unit when everyone else is having fun, not exactly my kind of vacation. Truth to be told, I rather I am working my ass off, at least I get paid and I have something to add to my CV. *Very practical Win, very practical* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I am but stuck with another thesis to be due end of January, sure it always seems like I am given a lot of time, it's never enought in the end *sigh, yea, time management, you'll think I'll learn after all those lessons* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, the internet connection here is so slow that it hurts, the refresh button has currently been the most pressed button on my browser, I can't work without the internet, dammit! Having the internet is the whole point of an external *overseas* unit.... I need to learn to be grateful, I really do... And of course, my results, why can't God just let me have it easy just this once, why do I always have to face technical problems all the time....Well, at least I did not fail any of my subject, right?! *Not like I have ever set my sights so low, not that I have a choice this year* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least coming back, means good food, and lots of mum's nagging *all those that I have missed while I am gone, what can I say it's good to be back*, not to mention i have been out shopping for quite a few times too, haul quite a good load as well. Wohoo~ and not to mention that I manage to bribe my parents off for my 21st prezzie, not that it's anything to show off, but hey, I feel the love~~~ Oh well, at least it's not all bad. So to say, I'm home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-6880590797642524345?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/6880590797642524345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=6880590797642524345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6880590797642524345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6880590797642524345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-never-ends-doesnt-it.html' title='It never ends, doesn&apos;t it....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-3984583954969318093</id><published>2008-11-06T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:49:46.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Let go....</title><content type='html'>As we grow older, we learn, we change, we adapt. &lt;br /&gt;I learn, to accept, to change, to adapt.&lt;br /&gt;Because change is inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;You either change to adapt,or get left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about emotional attachment?&lt;br /&gt;How do I change the attachment?&lt;br /&gt;How do I accept the changes?&lt;br /&gt;If I stay stubborn, will I get left behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't like the distance.&lt;br /&gt;It's without the distance in the equation&lt;br /&gt;That we grow fonder, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate brought us together,&lt;br /&gt;Yet it's also fate that sets us apart.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the time and setting;&lt;br /&gt;Still, we have to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it means that you will stay;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the villain and stay selfish&lt;br /&gt;Like a child clinging on to its mother.&lt;br /&gt;For company, for the presense and for love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have to let go some day,&lt;br /&gt;You don't belong to me,&lt;br /&gt;You are just another passer by&lt;br /&gt;One that I grow attach to and fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I'll try, but I won't promise that I won't cry...&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all my blessings..&lt;br /&gt;and hope that our friendship could stand the test of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;-Win-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-3984583954969318093?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/3984583954969318093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=3984583954969318093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3984583954969318093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3984583954969318093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-go.html' title='Let go....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-2600615110471670998</id><published>2008-11-02T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:52:54.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Can't think....</title><content type='html'>Oh why do we have to reference every single thing that we think about. We can't have our own thoughts, we have to have someone who is more "superior" to back us up. Why the hell do they bother with originality anyways. Just because those people thought of those things first does not neccessary mean that they know everything better. And because of all this, I have to give them credit for my ideas....talk about plagiarising. Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-2600615110471670998?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/2600615110471670998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=2600615110471670998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2600615110471670998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2600615110471670998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/11/cant-think.html' title='Can&apos;t think....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-8152329203109632274</id><published>2008-10-12T16:44:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:09:05.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Trip (Lancelin) - part 3</title><content type='html'>Lancelin is famous for its sandboarding attraction. Again, we left early the next morning cause the drive for the day is gonna be longer than Yanchep's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, you can plan everything but the weather, it was drizzling on our way there, Moore River was initially on our plan but after much consideration it pains me that I have to omit the river from our plan. But I swear I will get there one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG6L7vt8AI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jQ300jUnD9E/s1600-h/DSCN0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG6L7vt8AI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jQ300jUnD9E/s320/DSCN0769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256186954297241602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, we saw this lavender field which was seemingly endless...The view was so nice!!! It's like a sea that is lavender in colour!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to travel to the sand dunes for the sandboarding but since the car is a sportscar but not a four wheel drive, we have to drag those oversized boards in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG7cJjU4AI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rpVg2yIzjBI/s1600-h/DSCN0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG7cJjU4AI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rpVg2yIzjBI/s320/DSCN0778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256188332392898562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG6wCAHqnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/GCvkfcQtnGc/s1600-h/DSCN0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG6wCAHqnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/GCvkfcQtnGc/s320/DSCN0772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256187574451939954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so quiet that day, cause it was only a Friday, it almost feel like we are the only ones there. But it was so windy!!! Sand kept flying everywhere...It was crazy the sand was a bit wet for sandboarding as well, what the hell, complete waste of money...But it was a different kind of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sandboarding was cut short when it started to rain again! So far, I was the only who manage to sandboard down successfully, the reason they gave me was because I was the smallest one in the group =________= Then after a short break, it was off to Nambung, the day was a little more layback than the day before since we found out that we have time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG80ASPyoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/L5KwHic-00w/s1600-h/DSCN0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG80ASPyoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/L5KwHic-00w/s320/DSCN0793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256189841733831298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG8DpGKhvI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dkqShfM-Vuk/s1600-h/DSCN0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG8DpGKhvI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dkqShfM-Vuk/s320/DSCN0796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256189010875418354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lodging for the night was infact much nicer than the one from the previous one, after unwinding ourself and made lunch we had time to go to the beach before heading out to Nambung for the sunset in Pinnacles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG9qFYSRNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WURjAGCHaeE/s1600-h/DSCN0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG9qFYSRNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WURjAGCHaeE/s320/DSCN0803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256190770814272722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was really fun although it was small as compared to other beaches I went to, after all we get to sea the Indian Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG-YU3A68I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZEot-2Q97HM/s1600-h/DSCN0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG-YU3A68I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZEot-2Q97HM/s320/DSCN0821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256191565243673538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was blue, like azure blue, and then we noticed all these blue specs on the sand, at first i was thinking which fella dicided to dirty the beach, mana tau, taking a closer look all those blue specs turns out to be BLUE JELLY FISH! A bit creey though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like there won't be another post after all since I managed to fit everything else into this one post. Wohoo! Liberty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this trip has been tiring, exhausting, dissapointing, fun, exciting. I suppose it was the whole package that came with it that made this whole trip worth while. I will continue to plan more trips but it won't be in the middle of the semester anymore, cause after this whole trip I started to feel nothing but homesick! I WANNA GO HOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: There are more pics, but the others are in Facebook. So, have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-8152329203109632274?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/8152329203109632274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=8152329203109632274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8152329203109632274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8152329203109632274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-lancelin-part-3.html' title='Trip (Lancelin) - part 3'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG6L7vt8AI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jQ300jUnD9E/s72-c/DSCN0769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-4637845887140238752</id><published>2008-10-12T16:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:39:57.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Trip (Yanchep) - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Oh, here's another post, a kind reminder it's still day 1 of the trip and that I am still in Yanchep National Park. the next on our agenda is Koala viewing, and for this I have to say I am a proud owner of my fantastic camera. The ZOOM is FANTASTIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG1D6Ay8RI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bBRE4ZnLKh4/s1600-h/DSCN0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG1D6Ay8RI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bBRE4ZnLKh4/s320/DSCN0751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256181318834909458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's check-in time, our lodging turned out to be very worth for the money! Very reasonable, i think the name is Yanchep Holiday Homes.But by the time everyone starts unpacking, we were dead tired, almost to the point we refused to go out for dinner. But for some reason we managed to get our asses moving and the move proved to be worth it as well, you'll see why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG1zKzaK-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/z-wowlPn6Ys/s1600-h/DSCN0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG1zKzaK-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/z-wowlPn6Ys/s320/DSCN0759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256182130796014562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna show the room here, cause the whole apartment is to big to fit it into a whole picture, so you'll just have to take my word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG2Ft4CXaI/AAAAAAAAANE/Yro6UARynKs/s1600-h/IMG_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG2Ft4CXaI/AAAAAAAAANE/Yro6UARynKs/s320/IMG_2194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256182449448312226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We DID wine and dine that night....That's not it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG2nIDQ1bI/AAAAAAAAANM/UhUyNOPQli0/s1600-h/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG2nIDQ1bI/AAAAAAAAANM/UhUyNOPQli0/s320/IMG_2189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256183023410402738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the prawn risotto, should have ordered a bigger portion, the whole meal cost us about 123AUD, don't faint ya daddy! It was my only big splurge of food after 6 months being here. But there was more to the meal la, there's still half a dozen of oyster and a prawn salad that is omited from the picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there was pretty much nothing else for us after that night, only that we played cho dai di after that, the next day's event is gonna be even more consuming, Lancelin and Cervantes aka Pinnalces 9nambung National Park). Next one is coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-4637845887140238752?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/4637845887140238752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=4637845887140238752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4637845887140238752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4637845887140238752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-yanchep-part-2.html' title='Trip (Yanchep) - Part 2'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPG1D6Ay8RI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bBRE4ZnLKh4/s72-c/DSCN0751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-357190997048998248</id><published>2008-10-12T15:25:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:20:31.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Trip - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Being the procrastinator that I am, I have put off this entry until now. What can I say?! This trip had took place almost one month already, sheesh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, since some of them were pre type, it was copy pasting and uploading the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip being the first ever self-planned trip in Oz, being the greedy person that I am I tried to fit everything in a 3 days and 2 night trip, I will tell you the outcome of the trip soon :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential things for self-planned trip, good advise (comes in the form of my homestay Aunty), a car (public transport is kinda annoying when u are in a hurry), cash (unfortunately everything comes with a price) and loads and loads of time for planning, callings and reservations and confirmations. The last but not least, good vacation buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going according to plan and all of us were having sleepless night prior the trip. The date of the trip was a bit off, since we tried to sync to Uni's semester break together, which does not work cause UW was two week later than us, in the end, we planned it on their break, cause me and Poh only have 3 days of classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip comes very dangerously close to being canceled when we found out the day before the trip that we are not allowed to rent to car, us being 3 weeks short of being 21!!!!! Bloody Hell!!!! So pissed wei, I mean canceling the trip would have been a big dissapointment already some more I have to pay the accommodation and all for last minute cancelation, *curses with words too vulgar to be displayed*. Why the the fella not tell me about it, in my defence we have scanned a copy of our driving license to them already, they approved it! Then on the day we when to collect it, they don't let us take the car, apa ini!!! At least, let me know earlier right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, instead of having a car that could fit 5 person and all the luggage and supplies comfortably, we have to take m friend's sportcar which is a tad bit too small and too uncomfy for a 6 hour drive. But what to do, beggars can't be choosers; it's either the too small car or canceling the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGwAibSZPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fG8Ue4Zzh3w/s1600-h/IMG_2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGwAibSZPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fG8Ue4Zzh3w/s320/IMG_2111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256175763405825266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever forget the cramp, but I am grateful for this car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of the trip was to make it to Yanchep National Park. Made a few wrong turns along the way, cause there were road construction. With the help of the map and TY we made it to Yanchep in one piece, in face a little too early cause the visitor centre was not open, our first agenda of the day, a hike of apporx. 10 km. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGuAh5BImI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PIOO0TmAY2g/s1600-h/DSCN0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGuAh5BImI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PIOO0TmAY2g/s320/DSCN0696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256173564238832226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful view, but watch where u step, the grass is littered with duck poop EVERWHERE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGuiPcvh9I/AAAAAAAAAME/zhZ4n2F7lDs/s1600-h/DSCN0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGuiPcvh9I/AAAAAAAAAME/zhZ4n2F7lDs/s320/DSCN0707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256174143403952082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All so "semangat" before the whole thing....mana tau half way...haih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGwki8Q8OI/AAAAAAAAAMc/P-hBneQwNiE/s1600-h/DSCN0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGwki8Q8OI/AAAAAAAAAMc/P-hBneQwNiE/s320/DSCN0703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256176382019432674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to stay on trail and to make lots of noise, cause the snakes are active during this time and according to the lady at the Visitor's Centre, some of them are deadly (Oh, my mum is gonna freak when she reads this bit, but I'm back in one piece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All went well, when it started to rain in the middle of the walk, getting lost was the last straw, cause after 2 hours of hike we were told that we were not even half way through the trail (we called back to the centre for directions), everyone voted to turn back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGyeO2udlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nTX8iAVOVjY/s1600-h/IMG_2104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGyeO2udlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nTX8iAVOVjY/s320/IMG_2104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256178472571532882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted from the trail (plus wet and sweaty)but with time to spare before our cave trail (Yes, we did QUITE a bit of walking that day)we decided to pay a visit to a chocolate tea house *squeels in delight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGzOYJtZmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qE6JW4nJ8Js/s1600-h/IMG_2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGzOYJtZmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qE6JW4nJ8Js/s320/IMG_2129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256179299700794978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cave was the higlight of the day, none of the pictures we took could justify the sight that we show, planning more cave trips from now on. Margeret River is next on my list, I heard they have better caves there! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't worry, my day did not end here...There's still more...just wait. I just thought there is too many things to fit in and this post is already quite long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-357190997048998248?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/357190997048998248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=357190997048998248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/357190997048998248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/357190997048998248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-part-1.html' title='Trip - Part 1'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SPGwAibSZPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fG8Ue4Zzh3w/s72-c/IMG_2111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-3426411226371660205</id><published>2008-10-05T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:06:02.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Celebrations....</title><content type='html'>I no longer remember the last time I have ever properly celebrated my birthday. Not for as long as I can remember. The method of celebration is often or not the same, going out for lunch or dinner or maybe tea. Then there were presents and also the well- wishers. I have to say I greatly appreciate that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be honest, while I enjoy celebrating birthdays for my frieds, I have never quite enjoy mine being celebrated, I don' know why, but since 12 or so, I have stop wanting to celebrating it and looking forward to this date. The only time where I actually realize its my birthday, most often or not is because I share the same date with a few of my friends, and also because most of my friends birthday tends to fall in October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the effort that my friends would want to celebrate my birthday with me, but I don't need or want a celebration. Many of those that are close to me is aware of this fact, and I did my best to let those around know that I do not wish to celebrate this date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, being the first year being overseas, naturally my housemates out ot good intentions wanted to celebrate this date with me, as usual I try to worm my way out of it, I decline it as it comes. Trust me when I say that I appreciate the effort, I do! For some reason, they are hurt by the fact, I know that, I can tell, afterall I might be blurr but I am not an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I might be selfish or whatever you want to call it, but afterall it is my birthday, you have asked me so many times how I wanted to celebrate, I have told you so many times, that I don't want to celebrate, that I want it to be just another day. I understand your intentions, I get it and I truly greatly appreciate it. But, you see, I don't wish for anything for my birthday, I don't want anything, no presents, no gifts, no surprises....Just a normal day, a day when everything can go right. I know, I'm weird, but that is what I want. Is that too much to ask for my birthday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-3426411226371660205?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/3426411226371660205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=3426411226371660205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3426411226371660205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3426411226371660205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/10/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-8613088616860101656</id><published>2008-09-18T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:40:55.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Notice</title><content type='html'>This blog's status will be on hiatus untill the owner's return from her vacation with loads of pictures and tales...XD XD XD XD XD XD XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-8613088616860101656?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/8613088616860101656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=8613088616860101656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8613088616860101656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8613088616860101656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/09/notice.html' title='Notice'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-4748370362924138121</id><published>2008-09-06T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:43:39.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Habits....</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am developing a very habit now. Ever since I left home and made Aussie my second home, I have been having a very bad sleeping pattern, in fact if my dad is reading this post I am most likely to have a good sounding when I next call him. Hrmm, not sure that is something I would be looking forward to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, back home I would not go to bed any later than 1am, but over here without the dad or the mum to coax me to bed (ie, by threat or by warning that he might take certain equipment away from me, which would cause Win's life hell...no la JK)I ended up sleeping at *cough* 3am *cough*, especially during assignment week, such as now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My defense? For some reason, Win's brain works better at unearthly hours, it refuses to shut down, it keeps spinning ideas which would not come in the morning. For that reason, Win ends up waking up only at times no earlier than *cough* 11am *cough*. Especailly when a certain authority figure is not there to drag me out of bed....*guilty*, but I did sleep late la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that once everything is settle, Win will have to take another one week to rewind her sleeping time back to what we call normal hours....It was normal before Uni starts, but it's another story once it starts again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is some suggestion as to how to make m brain work at appropriate hours, my brain can literally not work in the morning, resorting to only work at times at late as 10, which by the time I rewrite, revamp and edit most of my work will be waaaay past my bed time. What do I do in the morning/ afternoon? Since my brain is not working, I resort to read then, at least if it is not thinking it can still absorb stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I need to get things going, I am having another great idea for my Pop Culture Proposal...Gotta go before my brain forgets it....tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-4748370362924138121?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/4748370362924138121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=4748370362924138121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4748370362924138121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4748370362924138121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-habits.html' title='Bad Habits....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-2484283167103448525</id><published>2008-09-06T02:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:29:22.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Waiting....</title><content type='html'>It's September, it's Spring according to the calender,&lt;br /&gt;The weather is slowly changing, the climate getting warmer,&lt;br /&gt;But Win is still stuck here doing her assignments,&lt;br /&gt;Win is still waiting, waiting for that very moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that all we do is wait, waiting for something,&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's for recess, for the bus or train, the wait, never ending.&lt;br /&gt;The sense of dread, the anticipation that is building,&lt;br /&gt;Neither of them matters because Win is still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is she waiting for, one might ask?&lt;br /&gt;A special someone, an answer or just some unfinished task?&lt;br /&gt;Win would tell you it's neither,&lt;br /&gt;And it's definitely not the weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is waiting for the day,&lt;br /&gt;That very day when she can play...&lt;br /&gt;Sit back, relax and laugh out loud,&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy the good company, that's what this is all about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, counting down for it as the days draws closer,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I shall divulge the answer, no good being such a teaser...&lt;br /&gt;That day, the very day....&lt;br /&gt;I'll go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Pinnacles.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, got'cha did I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-2484283167103448525?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/2484283167103448525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=2484283167103448525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2484283167103448525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2484283167103448525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting.html' title='Waiting....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-7569289434363825901</id><published>2008-08-27T00:35:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:17:21.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Forget me, not.</title><content type='html'>To those who knew and to those who do not know. There's 3 kinds of flowers that I treasure most. The first, the bluish forget-me-nots. Reason? They are blue, of course. Most people who knew would give me a sceptical stare as to why do I choose such flower as my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, due to the matter of its size, forget-me-nots will not be the center of attraction like the rose. It's so tiny that most people might have over look them at first glance, but I suppose I like it for that reason. Alas, I did not manage to spot any of them in Araluen, was a tad bit dissapointed by that fact, but I suppose there are other aspects that makes up for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next flower that I have in mind is none other than tulips. The flower that is most beautiful before it blooms, even when it is blooming at its fullest with it's vibrant colour, it just emits a soft, tender feeling for those who look at it. Elegantly flowing with the breeze, softly, gently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SLWCtFc5MOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pQDGE85o5ho/s1600-h/IMG_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SLWCtFc5MOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pQDGE85o5ho/s320/IMG_1857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239237452584530146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SLWD6D8fasI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CY-n6DrMBaI/s1600-h/DSCN0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SLWD6D8fasI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CY-n6DrMBaI/s320/DSCN0666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239238775030115010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third flower on my list is none other than the yellow daisies, well to be honest I like white lillies too, particularly the Madonna Lily. Yellow daisies, when flowering in a bunch gives out so much of colour and energy that it sort of gives you the energy of life. Yellow daisies are just like a burst of energy, bringing hope, joy and laughter, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the other flower that I like is none other than snow drops. Small, white, humble and pure, yet simply beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SLWBMRHSz6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/cGl-0lB42-8/s1600-h/IMG_1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SLWBMRHSz6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/cGl-0lB42-8/s320/IMG_1765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239235789267849122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SLWJJa0efBI/AAAAAAAAALU/7cn9KS1fIOk/s1600-h/DSCN0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SLWJJa0efBI/AAAAAAAAALU/7cn9KS1fIOk/s320/DSCN0648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239244536426691602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fields of daffodils...So nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might ask, why all the simple flowers, not those big and conventional ones. Perhaps, it reminds me of life, and how we overlooked simple day to day things just because we took them for granted. After all, flowers no matter how small and simple, their existence still means something to those who notice and treasure them, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SLWJ1ltSILI/AAAAAAAAALc/QqUZmJpYRTU/s1600-h/IMG_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SLWJ1ltSILI/AAAAAAAAALc/QqUZmJpYRTU/s320/IMG_1856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239245295263555762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 2 of the best traveling buddies I have, cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: I would have posted up more pictures if Blogger worked right, but noooo it kept on dying on me...So, the rest of the pic will have to wait till next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-7569289434363825901?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/7569289434363825901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=7569289434363825901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/7569289434363825901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/7569289434363825901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/08/forget-me-not.html' title='Forget me, not.'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SLWCtFc5MOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pQDGE85o5ho/s72-c/IMG_1857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-5699640627510953806</id><published>2008-08-22T16:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:15:42.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Spice of Life.....</title><content type='html'>Apparently rainbows are quite a commom thing in Australia, I see them quite often after rain. But so far, I have not manage to find my pot of gold at the other end of the rainbow....Just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, double rainbows are still a rare sight, in fact I have never even known that double rainbow exist until I heard it from Auntie Jillian, so ever since then I had wanted to catch one with my own eyes...The wait paid off! I finally laid eyes on them, such a beautiful sight, but I must say the don't look quite as impressive in photos as they do in actual form, first time I have use this word to describe this sight, majestic sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better let the picture do the talking...as promised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK6EMsVKANI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UPn75T5KNGg/s1600-h/DR1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK6EMsVKANI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UPn75T5KNGg/s320/DR1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237268770271658194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK6Kv4WvDJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PYRjNKRaXmc/s1600-h/DR2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK6Kv4WvDJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PYRjNKRaXmc/s320/DR2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237275971864693906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secondary rainbow is a little faint, but notice that the area under the more prominant rainbow seems brighter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK6ENLpczTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Opb-wIcEb2U/s1600-h/DSCN0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK6ENLpczTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Opb-wIcEb2U/s320/DSCN0554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237268778678275378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to put up this pic for some time now, right now the tree is already botak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I cannot resist this, I have to show my iPod to the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK_TRljuqeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1JxqVVaFjuA/s1600-h/DSCN0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK_TRljuqeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1JxqVVaFjuA/s320/DSCN0575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237637190748383714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK_TR9uor9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/d5CXpeio0i8/s1600-h/DSCN0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK_TR9uor9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/d5CXpeio0i8/s320/DSCN0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237637197236580306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the iPod dock that comes with it...Win's a happy girl now!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest look of Win's study table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK_UDsg30CI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LKWujnEWsvo/s1600-h/DSCN0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK_UDsg30CI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LKWujnEWsvo/s320/DSCN0579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237638051608907810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laden with tour brochure for my upcoming trip....Gonna clear that soon, it'll be a new mess in 2 days time, have to start on the assignments soon...haih! Life of a Uni student is as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Araluen tomorrow, next post will be a flowery post! Yay, after that back to work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-5699640627510953806?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/5699640627510953806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=5699640627510953806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5699640627510953806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5699640627510953806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/08/spice-of-life.html' title='Spice of Life.....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SK6EMsVKANI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UPn75T5KNGg/s72-c/DR1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-493754712788047201</id><published>2008-08-13T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:13:26.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>When everything goes wrong....</title><content type='html'>Haih, I dun think the weather here agrees with my skin, let alone me....It's either too hot, too cold, too windy or too dry. I really dun like the weather here, fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakouts on my face is unfortunately not giving me a break, it's still continuing...Don't know what did i do wrong, what should I do to make it up to you skin? Can't you just go a little easy on me? Aren't you tired of the never ending inflamation, sores and pain? I think what I need is a good facial to officially clear everything off my face, but alas facial requires money the last thing I feel like doing is spending more money....Not after the last splurge (Win's got a new iPod plus a dock! *whoots*) That's the plus bit in my life now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not particularly enjoying my classes as well, not when there is a freaking test every week for every single unit. Sure, they say don't be too stress about, don't study too hard (yea right!), but how can you do well in a test if you don't study! I also realize juggling a part time job while studing can be quite tedious, I absolutely salute those who manage to do it, seriously! I suck at time management, although I would say it could be worst, at least I still manage to get everything done. Maybe, I am just not use to filling up every second of my time by having something to do. Afterall, I DID spent six months at home doing nothing, ok, that is nothing to be proud of... Live life to the fullest. That USED to be my motto, not so sure now, not when life is full to the brim and on the verge of over flowing...Life and reality hits back more than what I asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the units that I am taking did some what give me another insights to life, fueling my cynacalism towards (Hmmm, not sure if that is a good thing, but i can live with that), in a sense I am critically thinking of everything thing now. The world is such an interesting place with all the ironies of man made theories made to confuse our already complicated life...As if life itself s not hard enough to understand already, scholars actually burden themselves to actually theorize and label everything under the sun, oh let's not leave out the spiritual thinkings and what nots. But, come to think about it, if those people have not done that, I would not be studying this unit now, would I. So, curse them or bless them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these theories is getting to confuse me....The only reason I am even up at this hour is because of the caffeine (did I spelt that right), was trying to keep myself awake to study, but I couldn't take coffee, so I settled for 2 tea bags instead. The caffeine did not kick in when it's suppose to and now when I wanted to sleep, let's just say I did a very good job of keeping myself awake at unearthly hours.... Thank God, classes only starts at noon tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note, this has got to be the longest blog I have written in months, and I promise to shower the next one with pictures to let it do the talking instead of all these textual readings. Meanwhile, knock yourself out on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-493754712788047201?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/493754712788047201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=493754712788047201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/493754712788047201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/493754712788047201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-everything-goes-wrong.html' title='When everything goes wrong....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-8514098594372135743</id><published>2008-07-30T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:28:47.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants...</title><content type='html'>Win is bored, Win's got work tomorrow morning..But Win can't get to sleep no matter how hard she tries, but Win has to wake up quite early tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win is prolly having too much chocolate that is giving her sugar high, thus not being able to sleep. Win also found out that not only do oven cleaner smells really bad, they hurt the skin of her hand really bad too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win is going back to Uni in a weeks time, Win is not sure whether she is looking forward to it or not, cause for one thing WIn is DEFINITELY not looking forward to waking up at 6 in the morning for a mandatory lecture, but Win knows she has no choice since Win can't get everything she wants in life. What to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, Win's friend is going back to KL tomorrow and Win might as well wish him a safe trip here (to make the blog longer, since Win has got nothing much to say already), eventhough Win knows that he might not read it, never mind la hor! Win wishes him a safe and enjoyable trip, and hopefully by the next time she meets him he might be able to speak proper mandarin not some random lines, so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-8514098594372135743?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/8514098594372135743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=8514098594372135743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8514098594372135743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8514098594372135743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/07/rants.html' title='Rants...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-7005873387748045372</id><published>2008-07-06T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:44:18.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's unpredictable twist...</title><content type='html'>Things have been going quite well for me, it seems that nothing could have bother me lately. I've been having so many good night sleep and each day coming back from work, I feel a sense of liberation that i have make another 100AUD that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I suppose good things don't last for too long...The twist came, to think that I have my life in control only to loose it all when i finally heard the news of a love one's passing. Tears just flow down from my face as if it weren't mine, the aching in the heart would not stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear of losing someone has always been something that i fear, ever since I am so far away from home. Being so far and not being to say the final good bye makes things worst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to sit there listening to him talk, him telling me about his past, his stories; and at times I will wonder if everything he told me were true, yet I never questioned him because I find myself enjoying those stories. He used to sing with the tune to some chinese music from a distance past, I never had the heart to tell him that his singing wasn't exactly in tune...but yet I find myself laughing silently in my heart, and his tune was somehow comforting. There were times when I find my mind wondering around aimlessly when he was trying to tell me about his own philosophy of life, and yet somehow the words seems to get stuck in my head even when I think I am not listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason it hurts me so much, was only because I held him in a special place in my heart. You will be miss, Gong Gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SHCFP70Gv4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/R_Q5cxuQce4/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SHCFP70Gv4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/R_Q5cxuQce4/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219818476923174786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-7005873387748045372?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/7005873387748045372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=7005873387748045372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/7005873387748045372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/7005873387748045372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-unpredictable-twist.html' title='Life&apos;s unpredictable twist...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SHCFP70Gv4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/R_Q5cxuQce4/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-1245122483587015880</id><published>2008-06-26T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:06:25.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new life...</title><content type='html'>A new life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up, go to work, come back for dinner, 2 hours of TV, bed. &lt;br /&gt;Cycle repeats....&lt;br /&gt;And it repeats....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor changes, &lt;br /&gt;the feeling of my legs&lt;br /&gt;actually, they don't feel anything at all...&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the blisters....&lt;br /&gt;and my other leg that had went to surgery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I have been working non-stop...almost 8 hours per day...&lt;br /&gt;Non-stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new life....&lt;br /&gt;i have no life la.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-1245122483587015880?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/1245122483587015880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=1245122483587015880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1245122483587015880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1245122483587015880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-life.html' title='A new life...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-1654806187319448144</id><published>2008-06-21T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:48:18.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MPOV'/><title type='text'>Definitions and Answers</title><content type='html'>I feel tired, happy, sad, dissapointed,annoyed, worried, hyper and for some reason boredom and confusion. So, it's hard to say which one of them is stronger at the moment but I feel all of them at once...Anyone could go nuts when they expereince so many emotions at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally hired, started working yesterday with the pay of 17 AUD per hour on normal week days and 20AUD for weekends. Yay! This is where I feel happy. But after walking for long stretch of hours for 3 consecutive days, my legs feel like they dun belong to me anymore, every step hurts, my back, my head everywhere hurts...Thank God I don't have a shift for another 3 days, if I do...I can die before I even receive me pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried of my results, my friends, my family and what might come along the way that might disrupt my peaceful life. But usually I am either in an ok mood, happy and hyper, to utmost frustration... mood swings. The valid reason and excuse of all this, which I am going to use it to my advantage is because I am a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am living in my own world now, where I only have to be bothered of what concerns me most. There are times when I think I am being too self-centered or selfish. Which reminds me when a certain someone once asked me if I find her selfish. I told her no, but i thought yes in my heart. Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike this person and all...But the truth is, everyone in this world is selfish. Everyone, because no matter how giving you are as a person there will be times when you consider yourself as a priority. Selfish in my context, as long as you don't overdo it too much, I call it self-defence and self-preservation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I can be mean and unconsiderate at times. But if by doing that, I can make myself happier, make my life easier and this is the important part, it doesn't hurt anyone physically and mentally wise...I think it's ok. There you go, my definition of selfish and self-centeredness. Hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-1654806187319448144?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/1654806187319448144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=1654806187319448144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1654806187319448144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1654806187319448144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/06/definitions-and-answers.html' title='Definitions and Answers'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-8145803218531381907</id><published>2008-06-17T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:08:46.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F3</title><content type='html'>Call me a frantic, frustrated female if you will....But i really don't know what to think right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been cooped up in this room for almost 3 weeks! 3 WEEKS!!! I went out to look for a job, got an interview with Miss Maud, then they call me in for a one day training, what does this normally mean, it means I have already got the job right? RIGHT?! But then, I have not heard from them since, I mean I have been to the training on last last Thursday, then i was told that the shop will be closed on Saturday onwards for 2 weeks. I was also told that I will received a call later on the Thursday to confirm everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after 2 weeks no call?! Even my housemate have started working, what now? I went all the way down to GC (Garden City) ask for more information, they say they will call me back, waited all day yesterday and today, guess what? No call! I called them again, by this time, I think they will have already think that I am one annoying brat! But, I have got no choice, I dun have that much time to spend on waiting for uncertainty, hold that thought! I have plenty of time, infact I have spend almost one month sitting in this room, moulding, MOULDING!!!!! I need to do something, anything! At least be productive! Trust me, I am going to go crazy if I stay cooped up in this room any longer. Actually, I am going to go hysterical....I am hysterical! Arrgh! I need something, anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me! They always say that when YOU close the door, you will always open a window...Where is my window?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-8145803218531381907?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/8145803218531381907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=8145803218531381907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8145803218531381907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8145803218531381907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/06/f3.html' title='F3'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-2115739711385674088</id><published>2008-06-15T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:59:00.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>The Difference?</title><content type='html'>There use to be the time when I would write loads and loads of poems. As a matter of fact, i still have'em in a notebook. But, now when i re-read those poem, they seem a little childish, but not so when I wrote them years back, i actually consider those poem i wrote as some sort of master piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one poem, that will always stay with me no matter what. I came across this poem back in Sec School, it was part of the literature context that we were suppose to study. The poem didn't hit me as hard as it did now, it did not hold a special meaning to me...it was just homework back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose we change our minds, we mature and we see things differently as we grow...Here you go, the poem that will always stay in my heart, that speaks off my journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;em&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood &lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth; &lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that, the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- &lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Interval. 1920.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-2115739711385674088?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/2115739711385674088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=2115739711385674088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2115739711385674088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2115739711385674088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/06/difference.html' title='The Difference?'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-2492484879178126179</id><published>2008-06-08T14:07:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:13:00.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aussie'/><title type='text'>An Update.....</title><content type='html'>Okay, i know Mother's Day is long gone and as a matter of fact, many of these pictures are happenings that is oh-not-so-recent, hence the title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall let the pictures do the talking once again, on my latest adventure....&lt;br /&gt;First off, my bedroom...I was really bored, I mean really really bored, hence I took many pictures of my bedroom...My bedroom and it's changes, although it looks much neater now after my "after-exam-cleaning-spree".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEt7klHrhyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vhfrEZfNOrE/s1600-h/DSCN0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEt7klHrhyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vhfrEZfNOrE/s320/DSCN0136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209393262353942306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The empty room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEt8gewJ3wI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bDODKFrJIY8/s1600-h/DSCN0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEt8gewJ3wI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bDODKFrJIY8/s320/DSCN0158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209394291436805890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First phase of personal touch, before my parcels and the money spending~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEv5V3zNCkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1LuVxp7aeg4/s1600-h/DSCN0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEv5V3zNCkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1LuVxp7aeg4/s320/DSCN0416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209531548135393858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it looks now, very comfy...and the mess of the rooms goes according to my mood and the occassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEv7qqvaV3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/wA3p-GAScBQ/s1600-h/DSCN0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEv7qqvaV3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/wA3p-GAScBQ/s320/DSCN0419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209534104430335858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i say...comfy  *ignore the mess mum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEv-RIokJGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zk2eyJfQFB8/s1600-h/DSCN0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEv-RIokJGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zk2eyJfQFB8/s320/DSCN0420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209536964312966242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal walk-in wardrobe...I would like to think I can enlarge this in 3 times, if i manage to get a decent job...Rest assure it will be filled with bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the occassion which I should have celebrated with my mum..So, to make it up here's the cake mum...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEv-R2qzncI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tcKT1npU7cs/s1600-h/DSCN0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEv-R2qzncI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tcKT1npU7cs/s320/DSCN0424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209536976670399938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwAUzAknLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KZcPphkLsps/s1600-h/DSCN0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwAUzAknLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KZcPphkLsps/s320/DSCN0425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209539226250812594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boys...the actual family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwAVm5U27I/AAAAAAAAAHs/sT-P_0GcVJw/s1600-h/DSCN0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwAVm5U27I/AAAAAAAAAHs/sT-P_0GcVJw/s320/DSCN0426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209539240179063730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girls...Auntie's foster daughters, hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's drama...The cast from "View From the Bridge", the only play, that I noticed (besides Dracula) that is not a comedy...But the whole ordeal was worth it, I mean I don't think I would have taken up drama in M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwB8NxV8TI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l6Y9KL_SAmM/s1600-h/DSCN0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwB8NxV8TI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l6Y9KL_SAmM/s320/DSCN0439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209541002961219890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Phoenix and Jason is frm "The Trial Of Ivy Phng" the rest is from "View"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest event was going to the orchard with Aunty Jillian...To the countryside we go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwEh2RkpII/AAAAAAAAAH8/ypoR3s_t4Rw/s1600-h/DSCN0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwEh2RkpII/AAAAAAAAAH8/ypoR3s_t4Rw/s320/DSCN0449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209543848512234626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwEiaRk56I/AAAAAAAAAIE/W4M3OFy593Q/s1600-h/DSCN0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwEiaRk56I/AAAAAAAAAIE/W4M3OFy593Q/s320/DSCN0456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209543858175928226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwEjKmxHII/AAAAAAAAAIM/60b9mBtCkb8/s1600-h/DSCN0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwEjKmxHII/AAAAAAAAAIM/60b9mBtCkb8/s320/DSCN0464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209543871149710466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering what are the orange...It's the Persimmons, in a abundant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwGJGK3qZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/raNtVFJ4ceA/s1600-h/DSCN0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwGJGK3qZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/raNtVFJ4ceA/s320/DSCN0512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209545622305614226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while we were there we manage to visit a mini art gallery there. I could have stayed there for hours, examining piece by piece of the art..but we have to get other fruits as well plus it was getting late... But here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pic of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwGJgasDFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VTZPAk3JmYI/s1600-h/DSCN0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEwGJgasDFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VTZPAk3JmYI/s320/DSCN0545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209545629351283794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-2492484879178126179?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/2492484879178126179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=2492484879178126179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2492484879178126179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2492484879178126179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='An Update.....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SEt7klHrhyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vhfrEZfNOrE/s72-c/DSCN0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-6169946007710211263</id><published>2008-06-03T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:54:42.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Let's hope this works</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:Decrypt_text('i wanna know');"&gt;Decrypt text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="i wanna know"&gt;KCtRQJ+zvNhkQk4TRmQuOmuTgjqIXVA6ktSRsaStQbp5Bf09\nb5vu1gTPb4mC/EODS6UDbBEcC//RV0zL3eWMsALkYiLD263E\nct2AvdnlCHA=&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/9009542045987923718-6169946007710211263?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/6169946007710211263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=6169946007710211263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6169946007710211263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6169946007710211263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-hope-this-works.html' title='Let&apos;s hope this works'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-236055662120465551</id><published>2008-06-01T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:17:56.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>The day went by without much damage, safe for the fact that I am bored. You see, i would only start working only after 2 weeks. There goes 2 weeks of the money that i would have earned had I been working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a friend of my heard a news that one of her friend had passed away, the guy was not even 20. I could always come up with advise for many situation, but some how I could find none to give in this situation. Not when I have gone through this myself, i know how that felt, and I wasn't even that close to my friend, it still hurts. This friend of mine said that it's not fair; but then again life itself is not fair, never was, never will be; such is the harsh reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that, there wasn't enough time to say good bye. But then again, there will never be enough time to say good bye; I personally hate permanent good byes. Therefore, we should always part on good terms. It has always been a kind of "rule" for me to not stay mad at anyone, safe for those that did something I can never forgive; although I do try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, life is too short to hate anyone, too short for our silly antics, too short for anger. I certainly do not want to be remembered as someone of an idiot. I hope I am not one. We grieve for othe ones that have left us, cursing that they left us too soon, too unprepared/; but will we ever be prepared when they leave? We grieve for them because we care, and we hate the grieve and the pain that ther absense have left us, we hate that we would not see them again. Yet, we wonder, when we died, will anyone be sad enough to miss us, will they grieve for us. On the other hand, we hate to see the people that we care for so much to be put in that situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is surprising how one news can just ruin your entire day, surprising that after a while even when they are gone things seem to go on normally, the world still rotates around the sun, people would still go on their daily lives as if nothing had happen. We go on with our lives with the memory that a person is taken away from our midst. This is the truth, life goes on regardless what befalls us. No one can leave without anyone, reality harsher and more cruel than anything I have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy, to take a life away. Maybe that is why they say that life is precious, it is fragile. Maybe, that is why they say that we should treasure every moment we have and that we should live for the present and not for the past. That is why we should never get angry with someone for too long. That is also why we should only remeber the good, not that we should forget the bad, but we should learn to remember the good things that the people around us had done for us, we can complain about the mistakes they have done, but we should not dwell on those. It takes time to built a relationship that will last a long time, it is too easy to break that bond and get hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, what matters in the end, is not how long we have lived, but what we do while we are alive. The fact that we hurt, laugh and cry is because we are alive and because we can think and remember. Therefore, remember the good, because life is too short to dwell on our mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-236055662120465551?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/236055662120465551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=236055662120465551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/236055662120465551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/236055662120465551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/06/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-3223177366729693846</id><published>2008-05-17T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:20:05.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bleach'/><title type='text'>Obsession....</title><content type='html'>Arrgh, this is killing me, my obsession is killing me! As of those who knows, I am an anime fan, FAN not fanatic...Right now, I am stuck with Bleach. The thing is, I wish the story would proceed faster... One chapter a week is not fast, it's damn slow. You know what? This is worst than chasing those chinese drama, at least they show 5 episode per week and you only have to wait for 2 days for the other 5 episodes. Where as, I have to wait for 6 days for the next chapter to come out, sometimes I have to wait for 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Tite Kubo (mangaka for Bleach) just finish up the whole story instead of just having to lead me on like this! Imagine if he suddenly got into a car crash and then he died (God forbid it!), that means I'll never know the ending right? Even if there is another person who can finished up is work, it would not be the original one right? So why don't he just finished up the whole damn series before anything bad happens to him.... Cause calamities and disaster do happen, look at Burma, US and China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok OK, I know people are suffering out there and I am complaining on the least things of all worries, but it's just that after every chapter I wished I knew what's going to happen next. Yes, I AM IMPATIENT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* OMG I can't believe I actually wrote an essay over Bleach, one of these days I might just find that I am really lame for doing this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-3223177366729693846?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/3223177366729693846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=3223177366729693846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3223177366729693846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3223177366729693846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/05/obsession.html' title='Obsession....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-3148830499987737890</id><published>2008-05-09T00:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:12:43.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>Why is it that we reach out to help the people around us? Why is it that we have to be nice to other people around us eventhough they hurt us? These people will talk behind our back, say one thing and mean the other...Come to think about it, how many friends are there in our life that is really and truly sincere to us. How long would it take for a person to finally see through another's intention towards them...What if a person has an ill intention to help you, or if a person is truly reaching out for you because they care? How do we know, how can we tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to ask the people that is close to me, what do they think of me...The answers that they gave are by no means heart wrenching...cause I make mistakes too, i get that and i appreciate their honest answers and believe it or not I thank them and i bore no hatred towards those who gave me an honest opinion. But i suppose as we grow older it becomes harder and harder to get an honest answer from that question, other than those that comes out of a really close friend who kindly remind you that you are running of track or those from your parents (which no matter how they phrase still manage to anger you, eventhough u know that it's for your own good). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it means to confide in someone, it means to let something of your chest because it is bottling up inside you, and u expect the person you tell them to keep that piece of information to themselves, not blab it about because that is not what a friend do. The only reason you know what I told you is because i trust you, not because I want you to be a messenger, if i wan that person to know how I feel I can tell them myself, thank you very much! ( Kinda piss at this person because this is not the first time these kind of things is happening already, what do you think you are playing at!)I am just thankful that no damage has been done, but don;t expect me to tell you anything personal from now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla, actually the whole thing is because i was thinking too much. Must be the stress of the assignments that is pilling up. But the last part about this person is seriosuly pissing me off, thank God i did not tell this person some top secret stuff, imagine if I did &lt;em&gt;*shudders*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry folks, this is not as serious as it sounds...actually I wanted to write a philosophy out of this but i suppose it's too late to think of more fansy pansy kind of language at this hour...Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-3148830499987737890?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/3148830499987737890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=3148830499987737890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3148830499987737890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3148830499987737890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-is-it-that-we-reach-out-to-help.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-109810629133314593</id><published>2008-05-08T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:51:27.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>A job is what I need....</title><content type='html'>I need a job, desperately...Partly has something to do money, no la, I am not broke I still have a considerable amount to last me for a few months. But because Winter is approaching, therefore I will have at least 2 months of holiday..So, how can I not work? If I don't work what am I suppose to do for the 2 months here..In Malaysia I might sit at home shamelessly asking for allowance from my dad, don't think I can and want to do that here...Cause they don't have ASTRO..I swear if i cooped myself in my room for 2 months I might as well start selling mushrooms...Some more I "pai-seh" sit in the house everyday when even my auntie's son is working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I can hope for is that one of the 3 stores is applied to give me a favourable reply and a good pay, that's a very important factor. Ok, need to go shower and then back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-109810629133314593?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/109810629133314593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=109810629133314593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/109810629133314593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/109810629133314593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-post.html' title='A job is what I need....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-8402463653929881157</id><published>2008-05-04T21:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:35:17.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and about</title><content type='html'>Ok this post is a bit back..Was suppose to upload these photos since last week, but i have no time, since i was rushing for my assignments only to find out that it's a false alarm..sigh, all those sleepless night for nothing! But then again, it means i have more time now..technically speaking i am suppose to be relieve..Anyways, I'll let the pictures do the talking for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from the boat shows in Fremantle, it was okay till it started raining in the evening, it was sooooo cold and windy, not to mention dark, so these are the only pictures that actually turn out well. I suppose it would look so much better if we went in the morning or the afternoon, but I've got class, so too bad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB26JCzuJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/HZgJG_84nDw/s1600-h/DSCN0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB26JCzuJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/HZgJG_84nDw/s320/DSCN0360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196514209590814626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB26JizuJ7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5_Yd1irLvMU/s1600-h/DSCN0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB26JizuJ7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5_Yd1irLvMU/s320/DSCN0369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196514218180749234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB26JyzuJ8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/v3zMKLhW5Vo/s1600-h/DSCN0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB26JyzuJ8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/v3zMKLhW5Vo/s320/DSCN0374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196514222475716546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB27NizuJ9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/47wiD__LYbc/s1600-h/DSCN0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB27NizuJ9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/47wiD__LYbc/s320/DSCN0375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196515386411853778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB27NyzuJ-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2J1BxSZXQFs/s1600-h/price.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB27NyzuJ-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2J1BxSZXQFs/s320/price.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196515390706821090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the price wei....It's like my course fee times 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB27OSzuJ_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/GPOtOtVMgxk/s1600-h/DSCN0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB27OSzuJ_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/GPOtOtVMgxk/s320/DSCN0383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196515399296755698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is the nicest of the lot, even though it doesnt seem so in the pic, cause it's too dark. But seriously i was half hoping to go in for a boat tour. But then, I am not a porspective buyer...only people who are really keen on getting it will actually go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, from dark and rainy..It's to sunny and 6 degree cold in the morning for Scarborough Beach...Wohoo! The boys are going to surf..where as we the girls are going for a look around.CHeck the beach out...so nice!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB28nyzuKAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jHTyd7uKuXc/s1600-h/DSCN0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB28nyzuKAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jHTyd7uKuXc/s320/DSCN0387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196516936895047682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, mini breakfast, the guy is Ray btw, eldest of the boys but still two years younger than me...wahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB28oCzuKBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dKfc11VGjj0/s1600-h/DSCN0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB28oCzuKBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dKfc11VGjj0/s320/DSCN0402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196516941190014994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB28oyzuKCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8K3lJ-euIy8/s1600-h/DSCN0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB28oyzuKCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8K3lJ-euIy8/s320/DSCN0404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196516954074916898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, not too bad for a week's holiday that is meant for study don't you think?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-8402463653929881157?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/8402463653929881157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=8402463653929881157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8402463653929881157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8402463653929881157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Out and about'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SB26JCzuJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/HZgJG_84nDw/s72-c/DSCN0360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-3355393985069351662</id><published>2008-04-21T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:39:35.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four seasons?!</title><content type='html'>Countries with 4 season really suck...They have three seasons that is cold...I think I should really be grateful that M'sia is a all year round sunny country. I am freezing my a** off, man it's so darn cold. It was 6 degrees this morning, first time breathing smoke (you know what I mean). I am so grateful for the oversized bathrobe now, walking around the house with it is kinda inconvenient, sure the guys thinks i am a lil crazy, who cares as long as I am WARM!!!! MY hands are cold all the time, not that they are not cold back at home, they are colder here. I so wish it's summer, rather be hot than cold. Sigh, but when summer comes I am sure I will be saying something else. Typical~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt ridden man, I know i need to get at least a beanie and a scarf before winter hits, cause if Autumn is like this i DON'T want to think what winter will be like. THe best and warmest place now is between my comforter, in fact i have problem getting out of my bed in the morning, cause outside the comforter is just so damn cold. I think I need to get long socks too, and maybe one more thermal wear just in case....Gulit ridden, i really need to work this Winter or else i dunno where i am gonna find extra cash, feel really bad using my parent's hard earn money. I know I keep saying this, but then you still feel the pain when you are using someone else's money especially when they belonged to your parents. Bah...no idea some other people do it, can go out so often and feast on good food. Raisin toast here is 5 bucks man, what the hell do they put inside the toast la, i mean it's just raisin, bread and butter, 5 bucks?! So ex wei.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, technically speaking i am suppose to be doing my case study reflection no idea how i ended up here. OMG, my lecturer can so tell I am a blogger by the way I write, does it show. Thank God that was only a random piece she wants..But I got pretty good marks for that one, so I guess I should be grateful. Not doing so well in Drama though. I never thought I would actually find a subject harder than Maths...surprising! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I really need to continue my reflection edi, at least i got it started. Will upload the boat pics and the beach pics later when I really have nothing else to do. One week of hliday, my foot la. I need at least 2 weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-3355393985069351662?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/3355393985069351662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=3355393985069351662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3355393985069351662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3355393985069351662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/04/four-seasons.html' title='Four seasons?!'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-4272019347595527711</id><published>2008-04-15T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:39:43.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aussie'/><title type='text'>Random-ness</title><content type='html'>Due to the fact that my mum keeps telling me to be careful while i am jogging near the river, cause she keeps telling me that if i am not careful i will fall into the river *rolls eye* have a look at the pics people and then tell me mum, how on earth will i fall into the river...unless if it's really dark or maybe if I am drunk or high on something. Of these two possibilities, none of them is even close to happening..So yea, dun worry mum, i WON'T fall into the river....But the river is nice, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATGw6E4sDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oRmvXLGV7KU/s1600-h/DSCN0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATGw6E4sDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oRmvXLGV7KU/s320/DSCN0326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189491214163423282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATGxqE4sEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UVjCT57RDRs/s1600-h/DSCN0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATGxqE4sEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UVjCT57RDRs/s320/DSCN0331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189491227048325186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATGyKE4sFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zaNZOvE9dbY/s1600-h/DSCN0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATGyKE4sFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zaNZOvE9dbY/s320/DSCN0338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189491235638259794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also happen to do some shoping, need to prepare myself for winter, therefore I've bought....tadaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATJzqE4sGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-stRalYim1A/s1600-h/DSCN0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATJzqE4sGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-stRalYim1A/s320/DSCN0343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189494559942946914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trench coat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATJ0KE4sHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/V6ILNR6aOeE/s1600-h/DSCN0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATJ0KE4sHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/V6ILNR6aOeE/s320/DSCN0350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189494568532881522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boots...Have to go for kids size some more, cause they don't have my size..sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATJ06E4sII/AAAAAAAAAFk/9lcOFCKGi5A/s1600-h/DSCN0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATJ06E4sII/AAAAAAAAAFk/9lcOFCKGi5A/s320/DSCN0358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189494581417783426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raincoat...Cause it rain quite frequently during winter...had an experience of being drench in the rain during Autumn, dun want to try it again...damn cold wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know my dad wil faint when he sees this, but there's a sale coming up soon, i think i might go and a have a look again, see if I can find a good bargain. That is if they even have my size lah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-4272019347595527711?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/4272019347595527711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=4272019347595527711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4272019347595527711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4272019347595527711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/04/due-to-fact-that-my-mum-keeps-telling.html' title='Random-ness'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/SATGw6E4sDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oRmvXLGV7KU/s72-c/DSCN0326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-2907354352459177296</id><published>2008-04-09T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:13:30.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Bunnies and birds~</title><content type='html'>They say:&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birds of a feather flock together...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to improvise Maro's version, since she dun like birds and feather:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bunnies of a fluff hoops together...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-2907354352459177296?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/2907354352459177296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=2907354352459177296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2907354352459177296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2907354352459177296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/04/bunnies-and-birds.html' title='Bunnies and birds~'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-2422560231387690497</id><published>2008-03-22T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:53:02.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrgh!</title><content type='html'>Win is extremly annoyed! WIn is not happy with her current condition, that is because Win cannot find what she wants on the internet. So far, the internet has never once failed her, she had always manage to get things that other deem impossible. But this time, this is not the case. Win thinks this is not what she signed up for. Win kinda started to regret taking up Drama, Win don't like being thrown into situations where she doesn't know what she is doing...Win is lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win hopes that the internet and its other resources could be free for once, because lately all the websites that she is going to are always restricted cause you need to pay them. Besides, Win is tired of scheming for another road. Win is lost for ideas this time, Win is no longer a computer geek, but a computer slave. She knows she will not be able to live a single day without the internet and her laptop. This makes Win's life bloody pathetic and annoying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-2422560231387690497?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/2422560231387690497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=2422560231387690497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2422560231387690497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2422560231387690497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/03/arrrgh.html' title='Arrrgh!'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-3023732825596789929</id><published>2008-03-11T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:56:24.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chcolates galore!!!!</title><content type='html'>Arrrrgh, I want to have a go at those chocolates, such an agony of seeing chocolates but unable to eat them. Apparently, Easter is quite a bug thing here, I did not even knew that there holidays for Easter and Good Friday. I mean, afterall Malaysian is an Islamic country...So, no deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound so "jakoon" and all, but i seriously have not seen so many chocolate eggs &amp; bunnies in my life. After the QE2 trip with Auntie, she ajak us again to go to the vineyard cause she is getting some grapes all the way to Swan Valley we go. The grapes that Auntie bought is called Crimson...something i forgot. Personally, I would prefer the Red Globe, bigger, juicer, better. But, I am not paying for it plus Auntie wants seedless grapes. So yea! 1kg for the crimson grapes is like 6AUD, the Red Globe was only like half the price for a kilo. Arrgh, so geram! It's like those big fat grapes are sitting there waiting to be eaten, so huge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R9Y6o9YQFgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WIYxhhjUuo0/s1600-h/DSCN0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R9Y6o9YQFgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WIYxhhjUuo0/s320/DSCN0303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176389297054422530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R9Y6odYQFfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eoiyH_5zzpo/s1600-h/DSCN0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R9Y6odYQFfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eoiyH_5zzpo/s320/DSCN0305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176389288464487922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Auntie went to the Margeret River Chocolate Company for chocolates, apparently her son wants to get some chocolates for his friends. Well, we manage to get quite a handful of those chocolate chips, which are free by the way....But seriously, you should take a look at the selections of chocolates....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R9Y6pdYQFhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0G3Gz0b3Nxo/s1600-h/DSCN0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R9Y6pdYQFhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0G3Gz0b3Nxo/s320/DSCN0306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176389305644357138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R9Y6p9YQFiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RKkngKRu0FA/s1600-h/DSCN0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R9Y6p9YQFiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RKkngKRu0FA/s320/DSCN0307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176389314234291746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates......yum~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-3023732825596789929?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/3023732825596789929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=3023732825596789929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3023732825596789929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3023732825596789929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/03/chcolates-galore.html' title='Chcolates galore!!!!'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R9Y6o9YQFgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WIYxhhjUuo0/s72-c/DSCN0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-6994537769509425711</id><published>2008-03-06T14:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:37:57.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aussie'/><title type='text'>Bon Voyage....</title><content type='html'>How time flies, I know this is sounded so cliche, but seriously I have been here for more than a month now...How can you say that time hasn't fly. I am getting use to the lifestyle here, but so far nothing much that is interesting happen to me, except i have some pretty crazy housemates...Oh wait, i said that during my previous mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch QE2's last voyage, QE2 = Queen Elizabeth 2. To be honest i wasn't very hyped up about it, but Auntie Jillian is. We went all the way down to Frematle's Port to view the ship...In the evening, Aunty Jillian took us on anither trip into Fremantle so that we could view the ship set sail to it's next destination, Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting session turns out to be a picnic with a few cam-whoring session, and some how i got involve. But the view is really nice, would have waited for sun set if it weren't for the breeze, cause it was getting pretty chilly and windy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R8-m60N5u8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/z6urRrcdF7E/s1600-h/IMG_7440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R8-m60N5u8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/z6urRrcdF7E/s320/IMG_7440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174538026251566018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually quite like this one, feels like I am strolling in Paris or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R8-m7UN5u9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/GanWkhQhWRQ/s1600-h/IMG_7559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R8-m7UN5u9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/GanWkhQhWRQ/s320/IMG_7559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174538034841500626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Jillian, Win,Poh Poh, TY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R8-m7kN5u-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/S8Bo3_bi5Nk/s1600-h/IMG_7562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R8-m7kN5u-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/S8Bo3_bi5Nk/s320/IMG_7562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174538039136467938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TY, Auntie Jillian, Poh Poh, Win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R8-nx0N5u_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/kvN8s_8qNQk/s1600-h/DSCN0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R8-nx0N5u_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/kvN8s_8qNQk/s320/DSCN0286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174538971144371186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QE2 sailing into the sunset..Woot! I had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-6994537769509425711?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/6994537769509425711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=6994537769509425711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6994537769509425711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6994537769509425711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/03/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R8-m60N5u8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/z6urRrcdF7E/s72-c/IMG_7440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-1209958579454201695</id><published>2008-03-03T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:24:57.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><title type='text'>It's all about the money....</title><content type='html'>Oh well, it's been awhile since i blogged.... Apparently, last week was quite busy these week, i manage to slack off. Did not feel like working on the work yet, will do it like...maybe tomorrow? I WILL! Tomorrow is supposedly cleaning day... kinda bored outta my witts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I seriously did miss all my friends!!!! Just spoke to some of them, read a few of their blogs and whole heartedly wished that i can say watever i had i mind straight to their faces. But then, life here is becoming wuite fun as well. I am blessed to have suh kick-ass housemates and a very very nice auntie here. These people proved to be a bundle of joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dun think i can contained all my cravings for food any longer. I havent had fish for more than 3 weeks!!! The only fish i had here is salmon, but being Win, Win did not really like the salmon, but it was ok, cause it is still fish. It's an agony to walk by fish and chips, seafood restaurant everytime i got down to the city. Blardy hell...I need a job, need some cash (cause i just handed out a bundle of them to my auntie). Oh, the pain! I need to start earning some money before i let myself loose to splurge on all those glorious food. Plus, i need to save enough money for some outing??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, I dun think money will ever cease to be a problem for me...Maybe i should try my luck on Lotto, i might get lucky...Ok, i know i sounded like my parents havent left me off with some cash. Truth is, the calculator in my head is still ticking, spending Malaysian ringgit as AUD is a whooping difference OK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that i am saying this, but thank God there's a reject shop, and cupons and bargains. Crapness, i really need to start earning Aussie before I can start spending Aussie... And I will, I need a part time job that pays good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-1209958579454201695?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/1209958579454201695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=1209958579454201695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1209958579454201695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1209958579454201695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-all-about-money.html' title='It&apos;s all about the money....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-5039076124680433413</id><published>2008-02-22T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:25:10.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes again...</title><content type='html'>Did i ever mentioned that i dun like having classes on Friday? I really hate classes during Friday. The fact that most people are taking my major as a G.E does not help one bit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't help that people here are much more socialble than I am, I mean, i can never walk to a complete stranger and conjure an interesting topic out of no-where and start chatting to him/her like we have known each other for decades. I have this feeling that, my life would be different if I were to be brought up here, not that i am complaining that my life in Malaysia wasn't good enough. But somehow, people here just seem so confident that it hurts. Arrgh! Where do you people get all this confidence, spare me some cause i could really use some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Uni is like dragging a body and legs that isn't really mine, it feels like my body is being tied down with an anvil that cost a thousand kg's. I really dread going to Uni...I think it's save to say that the only classes that i look forward to are Acting &amp; Production. Oh, that reminds me i still haven't sign up for my societies, i think i'll drop the Malaysian Society guy an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes are not easy either, it's not the lecturers or the accent. Infact, understanding them is quite easy but it's the reading that's hard. Is it me or does this happen to everyone cause i feel like i am reading some research journal where two scholars are talking and i dun get what they are trying to say. My course is easy to pass, cause there's no exam, but I shudder to think what is the second year units are going to be like. I chosed this subject therefore i have no complaints about it, and i have to go through all these no matter what. Hopefully all these problems are just a passing phase. Maybe once i get to make some friends here in Uni i'll get better, hopefully once i get a hang of things here in Uni i'll be able to act freely.....Ahhhh, all the hopes! When are they all gonna come through....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy name Ken, who happens to be a relative of my homestay auntie. His family is here for his graduation ceremony. I wish i am in his place. Graduated, have a job, confident, comfortable.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh, i feel so angry at myself for having all these thoughts, i mean after all my parents did pour out half (or maybe more) of their life savings to send me here. I just feel so out of place here, i wish i am back in my comfort zone. At least then i know what i am doing.... I wish i can go back to high school where i have a bunch of friends that could back me up whenever i am feeling down. Cause everyone is now scattered across half of the continent. I guess what i am trying to say here is that i miss all my friends.... and that i miss home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-5039076124680433413?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/5039076124680433413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=5039076124680433413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5039076124680433413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5039076124680433413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/02/classes-again.html' title='Classes again...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-2081011530137866610</id><published>2008-02-16T18:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:15:25.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aussie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little did I know, I've been here in Aussie for almost 2 weeks already. Somehow, Aussie is beginning to feel a little like home,perhaps that's because I've been here once already, perhaps I have a good company here (Thanks Poh!), or it could be the fact that the people here are generally quite friendly, heck I even manage to get into friendly squables with Rick (the youngest son of my homestay auntie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mentioned that the surroundings here are...How should I put this? How about a house near the river? Yea, there's a river here, the area here is quite peacefull and quiet, it's rather different from the hustle bustle of KL. Not that, I'm complaining, but I say, I rather enjoy this kind of lifestyle. This I can get use to. Mind, the river is a beautiful, not the "big longkang in Malaysia", there's actually jelly fishes and I'm quite sure living fishes in the water, not dead ones as they would be in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7a_M6yk40I/AAAAAAAAAD0/LQ1VxZ5cro4/s1600-h/DSCN0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7a_M6yk40I/AAAAAAAAAD0/LQ1VxZ5cro4/s320/DSCN0209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167527851114947394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Told you there's a jelly fish, there's ducks too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say, it's rather good to have a friend along this journey. Poh has been a great company nevertheless. She's rather, i said rather, eccentric, but then again so am I. She's a good shopping kaki nevetheless, she should get to know Min. Besides, I need to butter her up, since I'm gonna be stuck with her for the next 2 years (actually it's the other way round, SHE'S gonna be stuck with me for the next 2 years!). I think staying with me has taken affect on her, I mean, she's starting to talk like me...Haha...I know I'm influencial. Okay, don't wanna praise her no more, she'll get perasan la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tha's me and Poh, freezing our a** off while waiting for the bus, that took one hour to be here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7a8Cayk4zI/AAAAAAAAADs/pl4CEZ6JQpI/s1600-h/DSCN0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7a8Cayk4zI/AAAAAAAAADs/pl4CEZ6JQpI/s320/DSCN0154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167524372191437618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-2081011530137866610?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/2081011530137866610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=2081011530137866610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2081011530137866610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2081011530137866610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-did-i-know-ive-been-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7a_M6yk40I/AAAAAAAAAD0/LQ1VxZ5cro4/s72-c/DSCN0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-2775665562649338769</id><published>2008-02-15T17:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:19:12.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aussie'/><title type='text'>Valentines not....</title><content type='html'>No, I still don't celebrate Valentines.... Actually, to be honest you don't get much of a feel of Valentine's here. As in, U don't see red and pink streamers, balloons, ribbons or heart shaped decorations everywhere you walk, you don't see special promotions from the restaurant and all, no many couples holding hands or gift shops specials and all. Okay, maybe there's a few gift shop, lingerie shop that are on offers, but seriously, other than that, it's quite dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is almost coming to an end here, 2 or 3 more weeks before autumn comes. Well, i guess i better enjoy the sun while i can still have it. I am getting tanned, and i miss Malaysian food, and the broken english back home, miss adding malay into everything we say....Well, neways this blog is pointless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mentioned that Esprit and Roxy here is cheap? I saw a Roxy purse that's only 10AUD, converting it back, it'll be like 30 bucks for a Roxy purse. Esprit purses are only 20AUD, just let me know when you find a 60 ringgit Esprit purse in Malaysia k... Damn, and the bags here are nice too. Poh got a bag with only 18AUD, good quality too. I need to start earning my own cash before i start spending uneccessarily. God bless me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's this show called "The Big Bang Theory" it's a good show. A bit retarded as well (i am not suggesting that i am), House is on as well, I need to stop being in such a relax mood, classes are officially starting next week, i need to get my drive back on. Hopefully, I'll get to meet some nice people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7Vbbqyk4wI/AAAAAAAAADU/yHUZR5JiTSo/s1600-h/DSCN0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7Vbbqyk4wI/AAAAAAAAADU/yHUZR5JiTSo/s320/DSCN0172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167136678378529538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-2775665562649338769?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/2775665562649338769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=2775665562649338769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2775665562649338769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2775665562649338769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-not.html' title='Valentines not....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7Vbbqyk4wI/AAAAAAAAADU/yHUZR5JiTSo/s72-c/DSCN0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-1156806851343109378</id><published>2008-02-12T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:14:02.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aussie'/><title type='text'>These are normal....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The everyday's to do list in Perth Australia,&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;OL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Get sun-tanned, regardless you want it or not&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Get harrassed by houseflies, maybe dessert flies or watever you call them here, cause they are so damn annoying!&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Walking really long distance, that's like exercise for me, not bad if the weather is not so hot!&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Meeting old folks and talking to them, cause that's the only thing you can do when u spend hours waiting for a good damn bus!&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Eating rabbit food, whether you wan it or not. Auntie fancies eating lotsa green, so well... I need to get use to this one.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Stuffing a whole bread into a container, even though you know it won't fit, even though you know it won't look appetizing. But, that's what you have to do when you want to save some mullah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7Vn16yk4xI/AAAAAAAAADc/kww7_u99dJ0/s1600-h/DSCN0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7Vn16yk4xI/AAAAAAAAADc/kww7_u99dJ0/s320/DSCN0194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167150323489628946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pathetic lunch, but it taste quite good actually....honest, swear to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Train your brain to do quick math, cause you will need to do some serious calculating when you see a very nice bag, or some very delicious food. Cause, roti canai don't cause 5 bucks in Malaysia!&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;But at the same time, you need to have the ability to turn off the calculator in your head, cause if you try to convert everything, you will end up having sandwich everyday; apparently that's the cheapest thing i could find.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Get used to mispronounciation in cantonese, cause that's what Rick does...Long story&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Get used to unexpected burst out laughter from my housemate Poh, actually i dun think i can get used to that...Is it something i said?&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/OL&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; Well, at least we know what to expect in a day to day life in Australia....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I live, not too shabby I would say, I really don;t mind having a house like that in future.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7Vn2ayk4yI/AAAAAAAAADk/RyrFzaycA7s/s1600-h/DSCN0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7Vn2ayk4yI/AAAAAAAAADk/RyrFzaycA7s/s320/DSCN0153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167150332079563554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-1156806851343109378?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/1156806851343109378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=1156806851343109378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1156806851343109378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1156806851343109378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/02/everydays-to-do-list-in-perth-australia.html' title='These are normal....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/R7Vn16yk4xI/AAAAAAAAADc/kww7_u99dJ0/s72-c/DSCN0194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-1144250210144616317</id><published>2008-02-03T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:23:50.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aussie'/><title type='text'>Leaving....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;If nothing goes wrong, that is to say...This should be my last post in Malaysia. Because, i am leaving tomorrow, yup, tomorrow. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I dun know if i should be relieve or not, but i guess i'll know when i'm there. All these weeks of shopping and packing and repacking, and fretting over the weight issue (it's the bags, not me!) and my mum coming up with more things to add on the list, even i told her for the *n* time, that my bag IS already overweight. The things that she make me bring? Actually, no one in the right mind would think of that, only mums can think of such things... Pegs, sponges, rags, rubberbands (yup), actually she tried to make me bring washing powder there....Not sure if she going to add on. Sigh....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I wish i could tacka picture of my room, amidst all my packing, but i couldnt find my camera (explains everything!). So, too bad la. Well, hopefully all goes well, dun get lost, dun loose stuffs, dun get kidnap. I guess that's about it. Sigh...going overseas is such a pain....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Will let you guys know about my contact details once i'm settle, so be patient. That's bout it i guess. Gonna miss the food here...No more roti canai and teh tarik till i get back. *mumbles, mumbles* Gonna miss New Year's reunion dinner, buffet some more....sob!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-1144250210144616317?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/1144250210144616317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=1144250210144616317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1144250210144616317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1144250210144616317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-nothing-goes-wrong-that-is-to-say.html' title='Leaving....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-5641966523322165916</id><published>2008-01-13T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:22:58.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird stuff'/><title type='text'>Headless Mike?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;"Mike, Mike where's your head? Even without it, you're still not dead?" Well, so it goes for the headless chicken, apparently it was named Mike. I was going on with some arguments with my brothers a few days ago, nothing unusual there. I don;t know how the topic came up, but it did, we were talking bout headless stuff. Then i remembered back in Form One and Form Two i used to go to this teacher's house for tuition, i even remember that she has a dog name Mei Mei (younger sister?), it's a chihuahua with an obsession with paper balls. Throw it a paper ball and watch how she "kills" it. Ok, this has nothing to do with the headless chicken.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But, i found out about the chicken from my tuition teacher, apparently, this chicken did not die after having its head butchered off, and it's making tour for money, well, at least the owner is making money. The chicken can walk around like a normal chicken, just that it doesnt have a head. I wonder how it sees though? Well, anyways, if you don't believe me feel free to cheack it out yourself, &lt;U&gt;&lt;A id=uxbg title=here href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_the_Headless_Chicken"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-5641966523322165916?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/5641966523322165916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=5641966523322165916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5641966523322165916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5641966523322165916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/01/mike-mike-wheres-your-head-even-without.html' title='Headless Mike?!'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-1072020720423012631</id><published>2008-01-02T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:13:06.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get it out of my head....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Have you ever had the experience of some weird song getting stuck in your head, it's like some old record getting stuck to he playing machine, that ended up playing the same song over and over and over again? It's enough to annoyed anyone to bits!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I got Kylie Minogue's "Can't get you out of my head." on head for 2 days!!!! It even kept me awake for a good deal, imagine waking up in the middle of the night with this song in your head!!!! Then, i got Kingston's "Beautiful Girl" stuck in my head on the next, which is even worst cause i absolutely hated that song.... You don't want to here what comes next, i got a Disneyland tune stuck in my head, thanks to my dear old cousin (who recently visited Hong Kong's Disneyland), i've got  "Let it snow...." occupying my head for the next few days, it gets better now i have the Mermaid's "harmony" stuck in my head for a good deal. This is so annoying.....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Then, everything stops when i received the news that my hostel application to Murdoch was rejected. Great way to stop those happy tune i guess..... Now i need to find some other places to live in Perth in a few weeks time, it's already January for God's sake! Why do they have to do this to me!!!! Oh well, my mood would have sunk lower than this if it werent for Baskin Robbin's and a few shooping trip with my favourite shopping kaki and a very nice lunch at the Curve.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 276px" height=2709 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dcnw6gnt_8c2q4dqc5" width=1622&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc size=1&gt;Caremel cream Latte...Mmmm^^&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=ab2j style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 267px" height=1937 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dcnw6gnt_9fkph54cv" width=2273&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;Even looking at the cup is enough to make you happy... I want one for my next bday..&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;Hint hint&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Okay, I dun usually do this, but this is a special occasion... i think~&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=ecjq style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 359px" height=2705 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dcnw6gnt_10hd6px8c8" width=1354&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=b.6e style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 376px" height=2819 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dcnw6gnt_11hjrqpgmf" width=1026&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=left&gt;Oh well, there's a few more, but i guess i am too lazy to upload them. Something is seriously wrong with me to upload so many pics at one time, but i had fun. And i still need to get a few more things vefore i leave to aussie for good.&lt;/DIV&gt;Question: Should i get one of the Flobble box? Few people has request me to get it...will think it through. Oh and Happy 2008. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-1072020720423012631?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/1072020720423012631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=1072020720423012631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1072020720423012631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1072020720423012631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-you-ever-had-experience-of-some.html' title='Can&apos;t get it out of my head....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-7701070718708643015</id><published>2007-12-17T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:04:29.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Not so enchanting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Watched &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;"Enchanted"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with my brothers a few weeks ago, i can seriously say that it was the kind of show that would ut me to sleep, if it not for the chipmunk. Honestly, there's nothing much enchanting about this movie. I mean roaches cleaning the bathtub, mice and rats scrubbing the toilet bow and pidgeons cleaning the dishes, those are just so gross and disgusting. I mean hasnt she heard of black death, H5N1 and don't she find croakcroaches disgusting, i mean they can fly...ewww.....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Note: If you havent watched the movie, dun read, spoiler ahead, dun say that i did not warn you.....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;And i wonder is it me or something, i notice the animated girls from Disney are getting thinner and thinner. The girl in the movie could have been diagnose with anorexia in the real world. And then there's the singing, the dancing and the slashing and the arguing, she is actually happy that she is angry! What the ~ ! I guess the only part that kind of caught me off was the fact the damsel is not in distress and she rescue her "so-called-prince-charming". Still it's a pretty lame show overall. But, if Disney is to come out with a new fairy tale they better come up with something better, this kind of fairy tale is not working for me, and i don't think it's working for the kids too, you have to sweeten things up for the kids, where's the fairies and pixies! This story is a little too twisted for the kids, the kids need innocent story simple and straight to the point, one man and one woman is enough. Oh, one more thing, i hope they have a smarter prince next time!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But "Game plan" was quite good. Dun think i want to elaborate it here, but it's a good show, love the little girl though. Now, all i need is to watch Golden Compass (juz coz Nicole is in it.) and the National Treasure cause it looks good. I so need a good comedy now, feel like watching "Benchwarmers" again. Well, till then....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-7701070718708643015?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/7701070718708643015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=7701070718708643015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/7701070718708643015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/7701070718708643015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/12/watched-enchanted-with-my-brothers-few.html' title='Not so enchanting....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-9025780586945250850</id><published>2007-11-27T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:14:37.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>More Bleach!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=left&gt;My laptop was away from me for a week, boredom was almost killing me! I swear that the moment i get it back i am going to pamper myself with a non-stop Bleach marathon! Well, it's a marathon alright, now all i have to do is tone it down so that i would not run out of episodes, i just wish that the new episodes of Bleach will be release soon. If not, i would have to settle for House MD. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=left&gt;Speaking of anime, Astro finally canceled Animax, just when there is only a few more episodes before Black Cat end.... It'll take a miracle to convince my dad to subscribe to this channel. Oh ya, one thing why is that the bleeding scenes in most of the anime are so highly exaggerated, with the massive nosebleed to the coughing out blood and the blood splatting all over the place. It is amazing the character could still stand straight, oh well, it's anime after all. Then, there are the boobs of the girls...Seriously, who has boobs as big as Matsumoto and still complains about it, yeesh!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=left&gt;But check out Yachiru-chan if u will. She is cute....I have nothing to say except for that! I am not fond of pink but i guess it works for her la...haha! &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=center&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em" align=center&gt;&lt;IMG height=283 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dcnw6gnt_47xk69hhp" width=339&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-9025780586945250850?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/9025780586945250850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=9025780586945250850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/9025780586945250850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/9025780586945250850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-laptop-was-away-from-me-for-week.html' title='More Bleach!!!'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-4005035802093344722</id><published>2007-11-06T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:36:41.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><title type='text'>Not another one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I hated dentist appointments, no other words. I dun like it when they ask you to take a seat, i dun like looking into a dentist's eyes. I dun like it when they lower you down on the chair and shine that oh-so-bright light to your face; hence making you close you eyes. I dun like them when they ask you to open up your mouth, just so they could put foreign objects into your mouth one after the other, each looking more menacing than the other. I dun like listening to all those drilling and sucking noises. i especially hate the needles, who needs needles that BIG!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;There is nothing more i hate when they all they ever say to you is "a little bit wider please." or "bigger, open wider." Seriously, do i look like a python to you? Do i look like i can open my mouth so big that i can swallow a whole chicken? And when u don't open your mouth, they stretch it wider, there were times when i am amaze at the stretching ability of my mouth. I also hate when they stuck the wrong tools at the wrong place of my mouth, even when its already full. And did i mention those huge cotton balls, sometimes the dentist would push it to the back of my throat, it almost made me wanted to gag! The sad thing is you cant tell them, not when all your mouth is full, even if you manage to make any audible noise out of all the drilling and sucking noises, i dun thing the message would be comprehendible....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt; &lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 305px" height=424 src="http://www.almeidacartoons.com/Med_pix/Dentist2.jpg" width=360&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-4005035802093344722?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/4005035802093344722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=4005035802093344722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4005035802093344722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4005035802093344722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-another-one.html' title='Not another one...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-6288461726277666497</id><published>2007-10-18T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:05:50.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>On books!</title><content type='html'>Just no too long ago, i logged into Messenger, and i saw my ex-boss quoting that she says she is writing a book. Was about to ask but thought better of it, cause i remember i dun like people to disturb me when i am writing. So, i left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i when to MPH and i saw rows and rows of book (inviting isnt it!) and there's a section about ppl's autobiography. I looove reading interesting biography's. Although, Thira thinks its a waste of time reading about someone else's life, i beg to differ. The only problem is, i realise most of the bio were written by someone else, like David Beckham, Diana (the DIANA), some geisha, and some one else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, its sad and confusing, sad cause someone else makes a profit out of your life after your death, confusing because ppl dunno wat is true and what is not. So, i am going to announce that if there were a biography about me after my death, that is not written by moi, dun buy! I dun wan someone else telling my story, twisting everything, adding salt, vinegar and sugar along the way and then making a whole lotta money for themselves. Doesnt matter if they say they are my friend or not, my friends would not make profit out of my death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how i will start my book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear reader,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you took this book out of the shelf of a bookstore, it means i am someone famous/respected or someone that die tragically (although i would prefer the first option!), or else i could not think of any other reason why anyone would be bothered to print let alone buy my book. However, if you were to take this book out of a dusty pile of stuff, it might mean that you might be one of my descendence(if i have any!, or you might just be someone close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you are reading this, i might as well be dead, or else you would not be reading this book, let alone lay your hands on it. The reason i write this book is not for profit (cause i am dead, you see.)It is to keep nosy ppl out of my business and to stop them from putting words into my mouth i also dun want anyone else telling my life's story. Cause i think the only person who knows my life best, is none other than the person who lives it, which unfortunately is me... So, if you are buying or reading this book because you want to know about certain aspect of my life, feel free to do so (cause i am already dead, i can't do nothing about it now.) But, if what you are looking for is not found here, there could only be these few scenario, it's not true, i have never heard of it, i dun want to talk about it or it's so insinificant i dun even want to bothered to include it in this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, have a nice read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warmest reagrds,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Win-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-6288461726277666497?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/6288461726277666497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=6288461726277666497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6288461726277666497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6288461726277666497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-books.html' title='On books!'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-1654944625388460932</id><published>2007-10-06T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:37:04.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><title type='text'>A series of Unfortunate Events...</title><content type='html'>Bah, if i have to say so myself i have had better days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to download Bleach episode for the not-sure-cause-i-lost-count-times, and steeeewpeeeed Ares had to do this to me! It disable my download accelerator, bah! I hate Ares, i will never again download Ares, but i so need to get music files, where? Kazaa is too slow and corrupted, Morpheus is not what i like...what to do, what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matter worst, who would have thought that by visiting the dentist one would end up losing 4 teeth! No, i dun have a cavity (ok, maybe one). That is not the reason why she wanted to extract all my wisdom teeth! All 4 of them! Why! WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to top things up, i have no gate and no doors at my house now, cause some fella made the wrong measurement for our door, in other words we need a new door which have to wait till next week...My mum nagging everyday does not make things easier everyday...Arrgh! i cannot take this anymore, i am going to go crazy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-1654944625388460932?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/1654944625388460932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=1654944625388460932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1654944625388460932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1654944625388460932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/10/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A series of Unfortunate Events...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-1389749493297998035</id><published>2007-09-23T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T13:23:56.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courteousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian'/><title type='text'>Malaysians are courteous....</title><content type='html'>They always say that, because we , Malaysians are a courteous lot... Well, some of us are, most of the time Malaysians choose to be courteous when it is for their benefit, most of the time we are "mind our own business" lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few cases are here to show how courteous we are exactly, this happen quite some time ago, I was at the LRT station with a friend, the place was pact so naturally there's no place left for us to sit...at the next stop an old lady came in, she stood in front of a young man, quite close to me, the reaction was instant almost spontaneous, guess what the man did....He shuts his eyes and sleep! So much for passing on the burden and the courteous act to a pregnant lady, she stood up and offer the seat to the old lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one happen when i was having breakfast with my dad and brothers, we were at The Little Dim Sum Place, we sat a a table facing the car park, as usual there's a lot of double parking, eventhough there are plenty of places to park, Malaysians think highly of their legs, i mean, if we could walk a shorter distance why not? So, this fella, was about to leave when he ntice that his car was blocked by another, and what does one do? Horn of course...The man sounded his horn for almost 5 minutes. The driver of the car that's blocking him is probably enjoying his breakfast to care, so the angry driver was left blasting his horn until the car next to him drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one happen all the time, people parking at places that are meant to be left empty, places reserved for emergency; and of course lets not forget the convenience of the emergency lane when there's traffic jams nearby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the saying goes, because we Malaysians are courteous! nice....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-1389749493297998035?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/1389749493297998035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=1389749493297998035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1389749493297998035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1389749493297998035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/09/malaysians-are-courteous.html' title='Malaysians are courteous....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-5644198157509307117</id><published>2007-09-17T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:11:04.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Cartoons?!</title><content type='html'>Nonono, i am not talking about Disney Channel's cartoons, nor Nickelodeon or Cartoon Network. I am taling about Animax, it's been around for quite sometime on Astro now, and i am very very glad its there to stay....Anime galore! *weee~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, that is not the main thing here...I am still waiting for the latest Naruto manga issue, reading it in Chinese (cos english one is a lil bit slow and i get the chinese one free). The only thing i have to complain about Animax is that the freaking channel show the same anime over and over again for a few times...It's very annoying watching the same thing for 6 times! I can almost recite the dialogue (mind you, it's in Japanese!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what i am typing here basically, this is a very random post, i am anxious cause i wan the latest episode of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bleach_(manga) "&gt;Bleach!&lt;/a&gt; *wuaaa~* i am so desperately chasing this more than 200 episode of anime...it's tiring but what can i do, the anime got me hook on the first episode....i'll just have to wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-5644198157509307117?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/5644198157509307117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=5644198157509307117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5644198157509307117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5644198157509307117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/09/cartoons.html' title='Cartoons?!'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-1507801275829374963</id><published>2007-09-13T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T19:50:00.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It never seems to end....</title><content type='html'>One after another and now even blogger! What the hell! i wan to add pics of the mess my house is in now, but unfortunately i cant cause i cant seem to resize my pictures, i can't change my fonts and the size they are in, i can't change their colour too...bleh! What is it always when i am starting to settle down on a blog page did shit like this happen...I tried to upload my banner the other day, half way through com shut down then got disconnected from the internet...so annoying! And then i remembered my Window cannot support the AI file from my Mac, have to reboot the com the set the format again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored at home now i am almost making as much as 3 banners and wallpapers a day, i think before the end of this long holiday i might just be a pro in all of Adobe's software, only problem is the geniune software are all so ex! my trial for my audition baru habis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me point out that i am officially a Diploma Graduate...Like any student and unlike most of them i celebrated my graduation day by missing the graduation ceremony! Ta~daa! I am not gonna spend 600 buck for one ceremony just for the cert, i have already paid 20,000 plus for the whole entire 2 years, not gonna pay more; besides its just Diploma not as if this is a degree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni preperation is giving me a heaadache...so much to prepare and the people of KDU are not exactly helpful cause i cant seem to get the people that i wan...sigh! Parents are still disuading me about my choices for my degree, i am not gonna tell anyone, those who know, good for you, those who want to know, find out yourself. I am confused and annoyed all at the same time....dun like what i am going through now, i need something to read that can get my mind off things...especially the endless list about things i need to bring overseas and also the expenses, and also the one that never seems to stop let alone end - a mother's nagging! *BIG sigh* i need some air.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-1507801275829374963?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/1507801275829374963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=1507801275829374963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1507801275829374963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1507801275829374963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-never-seems-to-end.html' title='It never seems to end....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-6617652098838322931</id><published>2007-09-02T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:17:17.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Not another one!?</title><content type='html'>It all started with Survivor, then we have American Idol (and not to mention Simon Cowell) a highly successful reality series. We also have Who wants to be a millionaire? America's Next Top model, the Apprentice,the horrific Fear Factor and of course; the ever so amazing, Amazing Race...And a few more which i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RtrFak_Sx1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YXcMWT5Lq6E/s1600-h/9_45_84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RtrFak_Sx1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YXcMWT5Lq6E/s320/9_45_84.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105610187974297426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let' face it its getting cold...not to mention old, how many more reality TV shows do we need? And if that is not lame enough, we have Pirates (Pirates of the Carribean?)and what is this????  *sputter*  WHO WANTS TO BE A SUPERHERO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RtrFa0_Sx3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cW_v0Z4KJ-4/s1600-h/who_wants_to_be_a_superhero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RtrFa0_Sx3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cW_v0Z4KJ-4/s320/who_wants_to_be_a_superhero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105610192269264754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, i dunno should i praise America's creativity, or their never know when to quit spirit.... So, what's next; &lt;strong&gt;Who wants to be the best maskot of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-6617652098838322931?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/6617652098838322931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=6617652098838322931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6617652098838322931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6617652098838322931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-another-one.html' title='Not another one!?'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RtrFak_Sx1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YXcMWT5Lq6E/s72-c/9_45_84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-3783026872445958420</id><published>2007-08-26T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:17:47.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ailness'/><title type='text'>The new disease...</title><content type='html'>There has been a new kind of syndrome spreading like wild fire among the teeneagers today. This syndrome is none other than the &lt;strong&gt;LSP syndrome&lt;/strong&gt;; a highly contagious disease.This disease has become more and more serious through out the years, since it attacks its victims mentally. Be warn that this disease does not only attack the teenagers but adults too. My brothers have been the most unfortunate victims of this disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this disease is not current and has been among us for quite sometime, it's just that we hardly take notice of it due to the fact, we would normally ignore the sufferers. There are a few ways to identify wether this sickeness has caught up with you or your family members. The common symptoms are, speech, hearing and behaviour changes. If you notice any changes of these in your family members they might have contracted this disease. Unfortunatly, no cure has been discover yet, but rest assure that this sickness is not fatal and won't do any lasting physical damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw LSP stands for Lame, Sad &amp; Pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-3783026872445958420?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/3783026872445958420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=3783026872445958420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3783026872445958420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3783026872445958420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-syndrome.html' title='The new disease...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-4993558910083313204</id><published>2007-08-01T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:14:19.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>I'm NOT ready to make nice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Forgive, sounds good. &lt;br /&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could. &lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything, &lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through, with doubt, &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me to figure out, &lt;br /&gt;I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice, &lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down, &lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell &lt;br /&gt;And I don't have time &lt;br /&gt;To go round and round and round &lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right &lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm mad as hell &lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is &lt;br /&gt;You think I should &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you said &lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just get over it, &lt;br /&gt;It turned my whole world around &lt;br /&gt;and i kind of like it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby, &lt;br /&gt;With no regrets and I don't mind saying, &lt;br /&gt;It's a sad sad story &lt;br /&gt;That a mother will teach her daughter &lt;br /&gt;that she ought to hate a perfect stranger. &lt;br /&gt;And how in the world &lt;br /&gt;Can the words that I said &lt;br /&gt;Send somebody so over the edge &lt;br /&gt;That they'd write me a letter &lt;br /&gt;Saying that I better shut up and sing &lt;br /&gt;Or my life will be over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice, &lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down, &lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell &lt;br /&gt;And I don't have time &lt;br /&gt;To go round and round and round &lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right &lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm mad as hell &lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is &lt;br /&gt;You think I should&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never thought that this song would make so much sense and relate so much to me, and i never ever thought that a person like this would actually deserve even a place in my blog, but i need a way out and someone ought to know how i feel...I am hoping that by the end of this entry my anger and confusion would resolve and hopefully i will find a way to forget this....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i have been threaten for my life nor is the problem as serious as it seems, i would not say that i have no fault in this whole thing anyway. I admit that i might have misunderstood this person, and i admit that there has been a miscommunication is there some where. But, i did truthfully care for this person with my heart, but i suppose i could not take the blow that this one person dealt on me. Never have i been hurt, betrayed and thought of so badly, and i mean never! It came to a point where i no longer know what is real and what is not. When trust is lost in a relationship, all is lost. And you dare ask me if i know what friendship is all about and what it means! You blame for what i put you through, and have u stop to think that what you have put me through...Don't blame me for your actions, i have nothing to do with your choicest in life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that you don't see me as a friend, so be it! I see you as an acquiantance, nothing more. You say you don't want me in your life, you think i do?! Heck, i would give anything to erase what you put me through, it is not smooth sailing for me either, you know what you did, i am not going to write down your deeds, i don't want another msg from you telling me off. Life is like a movie huh? But it does not aways end the way you want it, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to forgive you, i really do...Oh, not for you; but for myself i want to be free of you too. but, every time when i come so close of letting go, you have to do something to piss me off all over again. I don;t think i can forget a person like you, you thought me a very good lesson of trust and betrayal, i will remember this lesson...for life! Here for the first and the last time, i ask for your forgiveness, this is my last act to you, if i have done you any wrong. i ask for forgiveness to return my debt to you, whatever it might be, to set you and myself free. No matter if you shall not forgive me, curse me if you will, i dun care. This post is coming to an end... I shall put this behind me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive, sounds good, forget i dont think i could. And for the last time i dun think i would have done it any differently either. Well, i'm out of your life as u wish, and hopefully you go lead your life the way you want it, it's none of my business anyway. Good luck. Time heals everything, well i'm waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-4993558910083313204?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/4993558910083313204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=4993558910083313204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4993558910083313204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4993558910083313204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-not-ready-to-make-nice.html' title='I&apos;m NOT ready to make nice!'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-523222378251683954</id><published>2007-07-23T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:05:22.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The boy who live...</title><content type='html'>I never thought i will get the book so soon, i mean i thought like; this is the final book, everyone would be rushing to get this book, so there'll be traffic jams and the book would probably be sold out...But wait! It's 11 something in the morning, my dad walks slumberly into Tesco expecting a huge crowd and lots of squashing, but the place looks almost empty, and then slumberly he took the book and pay, then leave wondering the same question that i asked him later. Why on earth would people que up 5 a.m outside the store to wait for the book when its so easy to get it??? I salute those who actually camp outside the stores though, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i manage to finish the book in one day (after getting severly interrupted by my mum for a gazillion times), i consider it a great achievement and dissapointment. Sigh... I mean this is THE LAST book, the ending, the finale...and its ...dissapointing. Maybe its because, i got like 2 out of 3 guesses right, the R.A.B, and about Snape...I suppose there is only so many tricks one can pull after all this time, although I suppose J.K Rowling has gave a very 'soapy' ending for the book, and she left a number of loop holes here and there. I know she did mentioned that there will be no sequel, who knows though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason, dun you think 600 pages plus is a lil too short for a finale? I mean, there a lots of parts where it was so interesting and then it ended so abruptly, i was reading so keenly and when i get so hooked up it when like "huh, it ended already? So fast?" I wish she wrote add a lil bit more drama to the book though, it seems like the writer is trying to hurry us to the final part and say good bye...In other words, the story ended a lil too abrubtly and a lil too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Rowling still did a pretty good job all and all, after all she DID wrote 7 books, and she did manage to get me hook up till the end of the chapter...Looking forward to her future books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a spoiler though: I counted more than 2 person dead, and Harry is a cat (cause he excape death 9 times, correct me if i'm wrong). Well, that's about it, now for the final book for Eragon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-523222378251683954?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/523222378251683954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=523222378251683954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/523222378251683954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/523222378251683954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/07/boy-who-live.html' title='The boy who live...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-5307873865831406054</id><published>2007-07-10T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T01:04:55.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>House Quotes...</title><content type='html'>i have been and i suppose i will be a faihful follower of House MD. ever since i caught the first episode of the how on AXN. I have following it religiously ever since (and its the only drama series i actually pursue, quite surprising actually!) &lt;br /&gt;Since i am way ahead of Malaysian viewers by one entire season, and since the new season wont be released any time soon, and since i ave abandon my studies for the time being, and since i have not been updating my blog for a while, and since...OK, i will just stop rite here, although i could go on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have compiled some classic quotes from House for 3 seasons, patience is needed, cause this might take a while, but feel free to skip it, no one is making go through these crap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: [to the crowd in the walk-in clinic's waiting area] Hello, sick people and their loved ones! In the interest of saving time and avoiding a lot of boring chitchat later, I'm Doctor Gregory House; you can call me "Greg." I'm one of three doctors staffing this clinic this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: But not to worry, because for most of you, this job could be done by a monkey with a bottle of Motrin. Speaking of which, if you're particularly annoying, you may see me reach for this: this is Vicodin. It's mine. You can't have any. And no, I do not have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem. But who knows? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm too stoned to tell. So, who wants me? [nobody moves] And who would rather wait for one of the other two guys? &lt;br /&gt;[Everybody raises their hands.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: When she went into cardiac arrest in the clinic, I had to open her blouse to do CPR, and I learned two things. One is that nuns can have nice breasts. The other is that she has a tattoo on her shoulder, of a skunk. Now maybe it's the sacred skunk of St. Joseph... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: I don't ask why patients lie. I just assume they all do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: You put the Queen on your money, you're British. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: DNR means Do Not Resuscitate, it does not say Do Not Treat" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Like I always say, there's no "I" in "team." There is a "me," though, if you jumble it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: I take risks; sometimes patients die. But not taking risks causes more patients to die, so I guess my biggest problem is I've been cursed with the ability to do the math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Are you ... comparing me to God? I mean, that's great, but just so you know, I've never made a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Lungs, skin... skin, lungs... Sklungs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Gotta go—building full of sick people. If I can hurry, maybe I can avoid them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: [cellphone rings, he answers] House's house of whining, state your complaint! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: He's teaching prepubescent kids that truth matters, God doesn't, and life sucks. I like him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Normal's not normal, if you're not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: I was curious. Since I'm not a cat, that's not dangerous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Why does God get all the credit whenever something good happens?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-5307873865831406054?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/5307873865831406054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=5307873865831406054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5307873865831406054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5307873865831406054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-been-and-i-suppose-i-will-be.html' title='House Quotes...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-4710973321728927933</id><published>2007-06-27T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T13:26:23.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird people'/><title type='text'>Confused human beings....</title><content type='html'>Should you have read from my previous blog from Window's Live you would notice that the phrase " Human beings are confused beings" is one of my favourite tagline. And they ARE! Human beings have to confuse and complicate themselves just to make life harder than it already is. Even something as simple as eating rojak, going out, wine drinking and even eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i say, Make UP your mind people! If you know from the begining that you don't like nuts in your rojak, tell the vendor you don't want them. Don't wait till everything is mixed up and then you tell the vendor to pick out the nuts one by one. Do you know how annoying is dat...VERY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something as simple as buying something, choose and then pay la! IF the thing broke or "hilang" you either have a choice to buy a new one, or just forget about it! Don't tell me that you want the old one back because that is not going to happen, it's gone....End of story, accept it! I am not going to get you a new one, or glue the thing back for you, because i am not in the position to do that, i am not your boyfriend or your father or husband or whichever that applies to you. So, grow up and stop being a baby. Don't come and complicate my life waling that you want the same thing but you want the old want and then you refuse to accept the broken one but you dun want a new one! Because my LIFE is already complicated with so many other people in it, complicating things for me every day with every single thing. Am i confusing you already? Just accept that the thing is broken already ok, don't threaten me or annoy me, because only I ANNOY ppl, and i DUN LIKE being threaten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, i need peace! OR I am going to give you a piece of my mind! Feel free to comment once your head stop spinning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-4710973321728927933?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/4710973321728927933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=4710973321728927933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4710973321728927933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4710973321728927933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/06/confused-human-beings.html' title='Confused human beings....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-8057187727595534302</id><published>2007-06-18T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:19:22.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Animal Encounters....</title><content type='html'>I have not been an animal person, I never know why; perhaps it is because of these few experince that i have in my childhood that left me with traumatic childhoos memories with animals, to be more specific insects and reptiles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was around the age of 4, i made my parents proud when i graduated from potty training. I am now ready for the big one the toilet bowl! But noooooo! The experience is not nice at all, infact its horrific! One day, i decide to do the "big" one without adult supervision, ya know, a kid needs their own privacy rite? So, i got everything done on my own and i was sitting on the toilet bowl ready to do my business...I dunno wat happen next or wat made me jump up...all i know is, the next minute i was staring at a rat! A RAT!!! Not the cute white lab rat kinda rat, but the dirty grey and big, fat rat!!! The next minute was all chaos, i slam the toilet bowl shut and ran to my mom who flush the thing away. Needless to say, i revert back to using my pink teddy bear for a few more months before i even try getting close to the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one wasnt nice either, i was about 7, i think. And like all seven years old we have lots of stories to tell... so, there i was talking to my mum; actually i was answering her question. And guess wat? A bloody bee flew into my mouth! Of all places my mouth! Double eweness! So damn disgusting!!! i spit that damn bugger out and told my mum i got sting. Hah, actually i wasnt sting, was just trying to get the attention, and i got a lollipop for that..hehe. Ok, maybe this one wasnt all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the case that happen a few years ago. You know, there's this big fat lizard that is living under my washing machine. So, my parents wanted to get rid of the bugger cause the lizard shit all over the place, and we have to clean it up. Well, i thought of it more as a pet actually so i disuade my parents from killing it. And then, i was bathing one night, my bathroom is near the washing machine btw. *scrub scrub scrub* and then, the next moment....the bloody lizard fell on me! Wat the hell!!!! I mean, probably the little thing was trying to thank me for sving its life, but no need to get so close la. I like you, but not that much. It was only later that i read some where that says that, it is consider as a lucky omen if a lizard falls on your left shoulder...hmm, amybe the lizard knows wat it was doing afterall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is the creepiest of them all. As all those who knows me knows that i am DEADLY afraid of the croakcroch. Need i emphasize the word "DEADLY". I hated every bit of that damn insect every bit, from its feelers till it very last tail (if it has one, so to say.) I was sleeping, at night la duh! And it was really late bout like 3 in the morning (ok, maybe it wasnt night after all.) And then, i felt this thing that is tickling my hand, but i disregard it...and then i felt something crawling on my hand. well, being able to sense that "thing" i knew it was the roach... I ran to my dad, woke him up and made him catch that brown disgusting insect before i even wan to sleep. Needless to say,, i change my bed sheet, pillow case and everything else i could thing of changing before i even dare sleep on my bed. By the time i finally tune in, it was almost 5 in the morning....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-8057187727595534302?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/8057187727595534302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=8057187727595534302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8057187727595534302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8057187727595534302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/06/animal-encounters.html' title='Animal Encounters....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-6543945765400256181</id><published>2007-06-12T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:51:35.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird people'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, don't worry...I am not crazy i know my birthday is not due till the end of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, honestly, have you ever forgotten someone's bday? I know i have, infact i even nearly forgot my best friend's bday...Hmm, i know i am not exactly a good friend when it comes to bday. But, i dun think i will ever forget one person's bday. No, this person is NOT my best friend, not close to me as well. The only reason why i will remember this person's bday is because they publicised it...LOUDLY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, i know its your bday and you wan people to be happy for you (Happy for you getting old?!) Besides, Birthdays are a merry occasion, it's ok if you remind people or inform them once...it will do. Twice a day, is still bearable, three times a day is an act of desperation, more than that is just plain lame and pathetic! I mean, eh hello friend, you got no one else to celebrate bday with you is it? Have to remind people to buy present to you, and send sms's to other people which says "Happy Birthday to me", just because they forgot to wish you?! @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/Rm6i_OBVj4I/AAAAAAAAACs/9qTqiBMdYAU/s1600-h/dpacoe-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075173037072289666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/Rm6i_OBVj4I/AAAAAAAAACs/9qTqiBMdYAU/s320/dpacoe-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do i look like Santa Clause? I mean, even Santa Clause also has his own requirements. Naughty or nice *Crosses of mean people frm the list*, *glee, glee, evil grin*...&lt;glee,&gt; Alas, i am by no means Father Christmas! I am broke too, how i wish i could buy that Sony Ericsson handphone...This is not a hint! ( I know i wont get it, a girl can dream can't she!) But, i would not mind terribly should anyone volunteer to get it for me....smiles XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/Rm6gyeBVj3I/AAAAAAAAACk/eNyrL1QYKFs/s1600-h/Sony%20Ericsson%20K800i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075170619005702002" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="186" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/Rm6gyeBVj3I/AAAAAAAAACk/eNyrL1QYKFs/s320/Sony%2520Ericsson%2520K800i.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-6543945765400256181?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/6543945765400256181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=6543945765400256181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6543945765400256181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6543945765400256181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/Rm6i_OBVj4I/AAAAAAAAACs/9qTqiBMdYAU/s72-c/dpacoe-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-5208388368097956298</id><published>2007-06-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:39:10.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words can kill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And kill do they, that is what is scary now a days. It is so simple to sabotage people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's does not matter how quiet or loud a person might be, but its what comes out of their mouths that matters. Did i mention that i hate taddle-tales and backstabbers? Certain people thinks that they are some how superior towards others they make petty remarks to make others feel inferior. Honestly, what do they achieve. All talk and no action, have they ever heard of the proverb, empty vessel makes the most noise. It would be more practical if u should just stick to your job scope, running off and telling tales to a superior just make you look childish! It just proves that you have to rely on tales to keep your job. Talking loudly might make people realise you, but talking loudly and criticizing other people's work, but not being able to deliver anything that is better than the others would just make people realise how stupid you are. Talk the talk and walk the walk, or else you are just making a fool out of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Something that starts out as a simple joke could turn disasterous when u tell it to the wrong person, like they say shit happens. Hey, i am no fan of these ppl out there, and i am not taking sides, i dunno the full stroy, but i get annoyed when ppl like this keeps telling me what to do. You are not the one issuing me my pay check, you are not my boss. Dun boss me or my friends around, dun make us do your work while you are sitting there listening to more juicy news. Remember, u are at the same rank as we are. Dun tell us how much you hate this job and how much u are annoyed at your employer and then run off to tell the boss that we think the same. You are not me, you dunno wat is on my mind, dun jump into conclusions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you wan to butter up the boss, that is fine with me, go ahead, have the boss to yourself ; we are not competing for love and affection here. I am only here to work and to learn, i dun give two f**ks about the rest. It's damn anoying when u work with a hypocrite, i mean get a life of your own! Eeves dropping on ppl and trying to catch ppl by the tail is a petty way of climbing up the social ladder, the boss is not stupid! So there, this is all i have to say! I believe in karma and one of these days we will see who gets the last laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-5208388368097956298?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/5208388368097956298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=5208388368097956298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5208388368097956298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5208388368097956298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/06/words-can-kill.html' title='Words can kill...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-153451626237596313</id><published>2007-05-13T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:42:26.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic moments'/><title type='text'>Parents...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mum is not one of those people who are most up to date with celebrity issues...She don't know who Leonardo DiCarpio is, she don't know who is Ronaldo...For some wierd reason, she knows David Becham (must be his looks). Little did i know how far she is back...I mean, she knew who Britney Spears is/was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;During Mother's Day dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dad: Wait a minute, which Paris are you talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Win: What? You thought I was Paris Hilton? I am talking bout the restoran (chinese restaurant called Paris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dad: Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: Paris what Paris?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dad: The woman is about to go to jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: Paris? You mean the footballer?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everyone: &lt;silence&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brother: Paris Hilton la, she is a woman, where got footballer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Win: Since when is any of the footballers named Paris is going to jail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haih, my mum can really come up with classic moments like this sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, what is it with dads, my dad has this weird habit where he likes to pull his beard (you know those short hairs on his face, dunno the other word for it) Is it only my dad, or those other guys does it? Curious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-153451626237596313?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/153451626237596313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=153451626237596313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/153451626237596313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/153451626237596313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/05/parents.html' title='Parents...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-3859438536021133499</id><published>2007-05-10T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:42:18.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Confusing...Complicated...and weird! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Quote Thira: Define Normal...&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/9009542045987923718-3859438536021133499?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/3859438536021133499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=3859438536021133499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3859438536021133499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/3859438536021133499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/05/humans-are.html' title='Humans are...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-8193782719914861866</id><published>2007-05-07T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T19:59:33.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>M Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the annual M Day... No, its not Monday, although it is Monday today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am talking about Mother's Day, today is not Mother's Day, but it will be soon in a few days time... However, this wonderful occasion has been renamed by my mum and dad respectively....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mum calls it the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Monster Day&lt;/span&gt;...technically speaking my mum IS a monster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My dad's version is much better and i think it actually fits... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mad Women's Day&lt;/span&gt;, I LIKE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One way or another my mum is a lil mad, but of course everyone is a little mad, but be it you have a monster for a mother , a mad woman for a mother, or a wonderfully perfect mother, let's all celebrate this occasion with them, and make them feel happy and cherished for this one day of the year. Let us all be the victims of the many marketing and promotions events made up for this one occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till next month then, when we will come up with wat F Day stands for...No four letter words pls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-8193782719914861866?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/8193782719914861866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=8193782719914861866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8193782719914861866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/8193782719914861866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/05/m-day.html' title='M Day...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-5351474405966916779</id><published>2007-04-30T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T13:46:09.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On heels....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you might already know that I am not a shoe person, therefore I tend to avoid wearing heels at all cause. But, there’s the fact that I am a girl and heels are made for formal functions, so wearing heels is sometimes unavoidable. Like the other day, I was suppose to wear heels to a formal function, yes people comment that I look nice in heels, but let me tell you something; it hurts and it’s bloody uncomfortable plus heels are not good for our feet. Come on; think about it, if our feet were meant for wear heels, God would have made us walk on our toes all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your legs being cramp in a minute space in an awkward position for a period of time, and there you are exposed to different bone and joint problem. Here are a list of problems you would be facing, where else these set of problems don’t even exist for our ancestors when they are walking on flats.In-grown toenails, shortened calf muscle, knee and back problem and the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, things that people do in order to be pretty, yes, beauty is found and so is the price. And there's no way i will sacrifice my pair of legs over a pair of unpractical heels....wat the hell. The blisters on my legs are still hurting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/9009542045987923718-5351474405966916779?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/5351474405966916779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=5351474405966916779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5351474405966916779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5351474405966916779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-heels.html' title='On heels....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-4500266166831861492</id><published>2007-04-28T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:55:04.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How I wish i can be classified as a rich spoiled brat, sadly though, i am not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;rich,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i am not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;spoiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i am definitely not a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! My name neither starts with&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nor does it ends with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I might be born a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but i am not born rich...keep that in mind people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-4500266166831861492?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/4500266166831861492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=4500266166831861492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4500266166831861492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4500266166831861492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-i-wish.html' title='How I Wish...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-5393609293279906505</id><published>2007-04-21T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:05:52.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion and Win....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't match! You would not believe half the stuff i am reading through the internet nowadays..I am currently running a research for my boss, btw her name is Wendy. She was hoping that i could help her find some interesting stuff that people would like to read for an E Newsletter, stuffs regarding on fashion,make-up, facial, hair, shoes, and of course stuffs on men's grooming; now this subject is something i find very tacky! Could find no nuts on men's grooming, still what is there to stop Win when she wants something done, hmmm, a few useless site and frustratioon and the whole boundary-less internet...very nice thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, those who happen to come across this blo is welcome tho give me ideas and contribution of websites on any fun facts in fashion...Honestly, back to the main i was talking about, i would not have bother reading through half the stuff had i not been given this job, i am so not a fashion person. Although, my mom seems to find this idea very amusing. Wendy, you have my mom to support you on these actions, my mom seems to think if i do more of this kind of reading it would turn to be more of a girl...Honestly, you think she would have given up after trying to influence me for like about 15 years! She was hoping against all miracle that i might pick up a fashion magazine instead of a gadget one; hah! Sorry mom, apparently this daughter of yours still dun fancy the idea of paying 80 bucks for a piece of cloth! (This one is another story!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, this is where my mom and i differ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Win: My God, all these designs are so confusing?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: It's call creativity, it's a girl's heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Win: But they are just shoes, who cares if they are strappy or heels, they are just shoes, you wear them to walk, who cares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: Well, computer are confusing too! All these machine terms and different stuff, so hard to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Win: Those all different specs la, it's the memory, hard disc space, the ram of the com, how hard is that to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: You are weird! Girls at your age loves to shop and buy shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Win: I think my dad's wallet is grateful for it this way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-5393609293279906505?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/5393609293279906505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=5393609293279906505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5393609293279906505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/5393609293279906505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/04/fashion-and-win.html' title='Fashion and Win....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-6627574843095152289</id><published>2007-04-16T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:11:33.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Chapter One Asia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hah, it's good to be back, I am actually doing this early in the morning...in my office...stealing the office connection! Well, technically speaking, it's not 10 yet, and therefore work has not officially bagan...better not let my boss hear me say that or else i will be toast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of which, this will be my third week working here in Chapter One Asia, an image and skills consultancy firm...Noticed that i am even bringing my work into my blog...this is bad! For those who care to continue reading my blog, pi shall divulge my job scope, which is not entirely pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am suppose to make sales calls to nail appoinements for my boss, make a website, a trailer, send out mass emails to their clients, write up reports, write up articles on my boss and my other colleague for magazines...and i am now known as a PR Executive! Glamour? I think not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently i am missing college, my friends, my studies and even missed being bored! This is not good, i hav to tahan this ob for another 2 months not including this month....But the truth is, i did get to leatn a lot in this company. My employer is nice so are my colleagues, the environement is good, though not including the limited choices of food here which only consists of Ipoh Street and Vegetarian food; everyone knows i am not exactly a vegetarian fan...sigh! And what is more i am actually paid to do this job; cause some interns are not paid... I guess i consider my self lucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still there's more to come, i am suppose to put on make-up while working, and i am still refusing it point blank. My boss says she will give us classes on make-up and all; afterall this IS an Image consultancy firm, so yea! Hopefully i get to survive this job and hopefu;;y i get to keep good memories of my first actual job, Friday's doesnt count! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coz, i really want to look back and be glad of this job and be grateful for the people and the things i learn here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-6627574843095152289?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/6627574843095152289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=6627574843095152289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6627574843095152289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/6627574843095152289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/04/greetings.html' title='Greetings from Chapter One Asia!'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-2712953420090084033</id><published>2007-04-02T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:20:31.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic moments'/><title type='text'>Communicating with mum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scenerio 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Win   : Mum, I'm going to college tomorrow, got class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: U are going out tomorrow? For what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Win  : Got class la, 4-6...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: Where are you going tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Win  : College la...4-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: What time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Win: -_-"..... &lt;speechless&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Scenerio 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Win  : Daddy, the movie we watch yesterday was funny ya? The fella is so stupid la...Put the broom in the fire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dad  : Ya, and he did not even know... idiot rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: Like that oso funny, dunno why you like that kind of show, so...dangerous le!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Win &amp; Dad : Dangerous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: Ya la, leaving the mop on the floor like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Win &amp;amp; Dad: what mop? Comedy where got dangerous le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: I'm talking bout the fella la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Win &amp; Dad: -_-" We are talking bout the show la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: I dunno wat u talking about... i am talking bout the fella, u ppl did not listen properly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Win &amp;amp; Dad: &lt;speechless&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Win  : And to take care of computers got a lot of way one ya know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: Ya meh, who say one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Win  : Ya wat, you have to do regular check up for your com to make sure its healthy..Hav to "sterelize" your com once in a while and have to clean it oso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: I agree...I need to buy dettol for you edi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Win  : Huh? Buy dettol for what, i dun use dettol oso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: u say u wan to "sterilize" your com ma..u say u wan to clean it wat, dettol is good for killing germs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Win  : -_-" ..."Mummy, by "sterelize" i mean do regular check ups la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: What check-ups?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Win  : Run an anti-virus scanner to scan my com ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: Ceh, i thought u say u wanna clean your computer using wet cloth, dettol and all.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Win  : &lt;speechless&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have to know my mum to communicate with her,she has problems processing things that are told, she jumps frm topic to topic without any warning and... she is a computer illiterate...sadly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-2712953420090084033?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/2712953420090084033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=2712953420090084033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2712953420090084033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/2712953420090084033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/04/communicating-with-mum.html' title='Communicating with mum...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-4527742867952536044</id><published>2007-03-29T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:03:19.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first job...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My first job trainining started the day after i return frm Melacca... Despite the fact that i was really tired frm the trip, i had to get up at 7 in the morning...And if u must know, i am accustom, actually very accustom to late night sleep, as in i usually sleep at 2-3 in the morning, so i was dead tired the next day..Anyways, i head off to DU to pick up Zest; it's lucky to hav someone working at the same company...I actually, woke up a lil late and then i decided not to put on any make-up...Should've know that God was giving me some kind of omen for the rest of the day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, i'll cut the crap short, we reach there and we were each assign to a trainer individually, mine was Peggy and Zest's one was Stanley. Neways, they were really nice ppl...I know i should hav been surprise when our trainer lead us out of our office for training, but then we were told that we had to do outdoor work too. But, by outdoor, i never thought &lt;strong&gt;Pudu&lt;/strong&gt;....I mean, come on, &lt;strong&gt;Pudu&lt;/strong&gt;?! Of all places! Ok, that was not the only problem, i was not told that i had to travel using public transport...therefore i did not bring enough funds.. i had only like 10 bucks in my purse...and i have to travel back and forth frm Pudu. Therefore, on the first day of my work, i missed lunch..Boy, was i pissed! (I get pissed when i dun eat, some more i was forced to watch ppl eat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And guess wat i was suppose to do...Collect funds frm ppl! Yup, you go like " Hi, I'm a volunteer frm the Spastic Children Association, with every 10 ringgit you can help one children...." stuff like that and you have to ask every single person you meet , including those on the road ,in the car, those that are eating at stalls, those that are in CC...What the heck!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, at that point i was not thinking anything negative, afterall, i am suppose to do this for two months....First day pretty much pass like that...I was relieve when it end, i was sweating all over cause of the heat (thank God i did not put on any make-up!) Poor Zest suffered frm an aching foot, cause she wore heels to work, imagine walking around Pudu for 8 hours in heels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, started at 8 in the morning, this time i brought more money, i really duwan o starve for another day...So, we headed back again to Pudu to cover up the rest of the area that we did not go the previous day...And do i get an eye opener...The people i meet, seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Well, most of the people i meet, will say things like "sorry, busy", or "sorry, no money" or "why don;t you donate to me instead!". These are expected...Seriously, i would not donate also i were in their shoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The second kind of ppl, they do not believe yet they wan to help...So, they call the Association to confirm...Most of the time this category of ppl will cough up at least 20 bucks, some are even nice enough to belanja u drinks if you are lucky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The third kind would just say "I dun believe you guys anymore go away." Well, it's actually harsher than it sounds on the ear..Oh well, u cant win them all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The fourth kind would just ignore you, their mentality "If, i dun see them, they will go away."...And yes, i will go away, duh, i get the msg, i aint stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The top three ppl i met on that day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. An uncle who ask me if i were held up as hostage or lock up some where...Meaning i was forced to do wat i am doing..At some point i am, but heck i am getting paid RM1300 per month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. A lady who persuaded me to sit down and hav a drink before handing me 20 bucks...I was so Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The person of the day: A young boy not older than 18 told me to help him because he had AIDS. ( Dang! He even show me the mediacl slip!) I ran away before he could say anything else...I mean, wat else wa i suppose to do! Actually, the story was a lil more than this, but i hav cut it short...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, at the end of the day, i was dead tired but somehow i had manage to get 260 bucks of the street, no bad for starters. But, i dunno how long i can stand working an 8-8 job, it was driving me nutter...Heck, i even fell asleep in the LRT without realising, thank God my trainer was with me...dangerous le! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And let's face it there's no way a Diploma student sould be doing this kind of job, i mean practical training le, takan i go out and ask funds frm ppl everyday for 2 freaking months! I felt like i am cheating those ppl, and besides when i went back to college the nex day, my lecturer told me there's no way we are going to pass our practical training by doing that for 2 moths... Sounds like i am working as a promoter right? It's just that the name is slighty diff, Event and Promoter Assitant...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, i quitted the next day, cause my leg cant stand the stress anymore, and since we were going to quit anyway, must as well do it sooner. Afterall, it's not like they are going to pay for working 2 days for them rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, so that's bout my first job, hopefully, my second one would be better..will rite up bout that next time. &lt;cross&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-4527742867952536044?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/4527742867952536044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=4527742867952536044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4527742867952536044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/4527742867952536044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-first-job.html' title='My first job...'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-1193504703366939801</id><published>2007-03-28T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:38:17.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the Melacca post i was talking about....Despite the fact that i told my parents that i am going to Melacca for an Award Presentation ceremony, the main reason was to hav fun..darn who cares bout the award, in fact, we have half a mind to ponteng the award to go to Melacca's night market...but we didn't la..Wish we did though...Not like we won anything besides a cert in the end...Still the performance frm MMU was good though, two thumbs up for those ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite, this being a one day and one night trip, we manage to walk around the place, the last time i went to Melacca was 8 years ago, and i was with my family, so i did not really get to see Melacca that well, this time however, we got ourselves a free tour guide and he did a really good job showing us round Melacca. A thank you to Zest's friend.. An An aka Victor! It's really a pity i did not shop for souvenirs and i was kinda dissapointed that i did not get to taste the cendol there.. apparently, the first time we went there it was sold out, the next time it wasnt open and we had to return to KL, real bummer... So, that actually means there will be another trip to Melacca, and i made it a point to try out as much of their local food as i can... Oh yea, i missed out on the Portugese ikan bakar too...See a one day trip is not enough!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqUSsfNEVI/AAAAAAAAACc/D0ldOGPC-JQ/s1600-h/P3180001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047009381322658130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqUSsfNEVI/AAAAAAAAACc/D0ldOGPC-JQ/s320/P3180001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlight of the day...Chicken Rice Balls! So adorable, i rather play with it than eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqRLsfNEUI/AAAAAAAAACU/XX5XgPKU8SE/s1600-h/IMG_2931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047005962528690498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqRLsfNEUI/AAAAAAAAACU/XX5XgPKU8SE/s320/IMG_2931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Oh, look at the size of it...aint it cute...so small i can swallow it le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqPzMfNETI/AAAAAAAAACM/YpKuwjzpenk/s1600-h/IMG_2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047004442110267698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqPzMfNETI/AAAAAAAAACM/YpKuwjzpenk/s320/IMG_2930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, the truth is...we never plan for this...we were walking round jonket street and came across this shop that sells mahjong sets in diff sizes, and i was joking over the fact that the travel size one is so small we should just buy it and play it in the hotel... The truth is my mahjong knowledge was only minimal to what was shown on TV shows...and Zest and Vicky knew nothing bout mahjong at all..And lets face it, Victor is not a good teacher when it comes to this, he was leading us round the bush, when Zest's friend who is also Victor taught us the right way to play mahjong and got us hook to it....now, i really wish i can play mahjong...playing mahjong with friends beats computer games at any time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;You would think that, with 3 girls and only one guy..The girls would hog the mirror, but LOOK, who's hogging the mirror!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;getting ready....Make up courtesy of Victor Sia Pei Chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqJMcfNERI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g7GFDGvHIfw/s1600-h/P3180021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046997179320570130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqJMcfNERI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g7GFDGvHIfw/s320/P3180021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Victor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqJM8fNESI/AAAAAAAAACE/TF_SrLu2Rp0/s1600-h/P3180020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046997187910504738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqJM8fNESI/AAAAAAAAACE/TF_SrLu2Rp0/s320/P3180020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Still Victor...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Conclusion: 1 Guy is vainer than 3 girls put together....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqFBcfNEQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Jw5H6FwQ9WY/s1600-h/P3190039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046992592295497986" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="221" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqFBcfNEQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Jw5H6FwQ9WY/s320/P3190039.JPG" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqCOcfNEPI/AAAAAAAAABs/xLl5XJAbPUk/s1600-h/P3190040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046989517098914034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqCOcfNEPI/AAAAAAAAABs/xLl5XJAbPUk/s320/P3190040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(Victor and mirror...again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;All ready for the ceremony! Smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a sad thing to say we went to Melacca only to find out that we won nothing, but at the same time, i am actually really glad that i made this trip. Short as it might be, it was really fun, the food was good, the company was great... and boy, do we have lots of fun....i dunno, but i'm up for another trip...What say you guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, btw, there's this really cute guy name Dominic at the campus, i have been talking to him through phone for a number of times, but i really have no idea he is going to be that cute...(honestly, we can't "hear" good looking now can we?) I would have love to show you his pic, but i forgot to take his pic le! Haih, at least this guy could be a consolation prize le....Hahaha. And while there we met Tifanny with her boyfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would also love to dislodge Victor's most embaraccing moment, but i'll leave that to him...Omg, i still wanna laugh now that i think back...Hahahaha, poor Victor, u should wear a paper bag over your head la, bet those ppl in MMU are still talking bout you la...jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqBCcfNEOI/AAAAAAAAABk/IQ86pQa8kJU/s1600-h/P3180036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046988211428856034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqBCcfNEOI/AAAAAAAAABk/IQ86pQa8kJU/s320/P3180036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;One group pic before we leave for supper.....sadnya, Dominic is not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgpzVMfNENI/AAAAAAAAABc/HfwptHZRi-A/s1600-h/IMG_2949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046973140388614354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgpzVMfNENI/AAAAAAAAABc/HfwptHZRi-A/s320/IMG_2949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One last game before bedtime..hehe, more mahjong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hah, KL here we come...and my first job training was on the next day too... And i quitted that job after 2 days.. I'll blog bout that on the next post really lazy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgpxY8fNEMI/AAAAAAAAABU/OAhur1_ftqo/s1600-h/P3190060.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-1193504703366939801?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/1193504703366939801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=1193504703366939801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1193504703366939801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/1193504703366939801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-melacca-post-i-was-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NfZEywgo6ME/RgqUSsfNEVI/AAAAAAAAACc/D0ldOGPC-JQ/s72-c/P3180001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009542045987923718.post-7539251088262752240</id><published>2007-03-24T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:21:39.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh finally, i hav time to finish up this long impending blog transfer....Good bye MSN hello Blogspot, which is currently known as Blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, let's me just brief you what i have been up to for this few weeks....To those who care of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just started and ended my practical training, actually i quitted the job after 2 days of working....beh! The job was nothing like what i expected...so tiring!and Besides, it is not even relevant with my training criteria...And now, i am more or less unemployed..hopefully this other company would take me and my friend in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, that's bout it for my frist post, will post bout my Melacca trip in the next one....Hopefully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009542045987923718-7539251088262752240?l=winzick-87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/feeds/7539251088262752240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9009542045987923718&amp;postID=7539251088262752240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/7539251088262752240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009542045987923718/posts/default/7539251088262752240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winzick-87.blogspot.com/2007/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome....'/><author><name>Win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11998237057321594252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pN1mp8dKYgTEWW-hZlbVlKWu57PLA8qi3TvtXFGYCKfMVKpzrFSmjQ_MLXfrBHRF6H9U2Z3cLoaFwXnqJuu1PcqN5JyF2HlrEn-UmkxTsJ1_6zcnRcgQIQQ'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
