<?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-3251926625126728008</id><updated>2012-02-08T21:58:37.963+08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='guys'/><category term='studies'/><category term='shoutout'/><category term='random'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='CNY'/><category term='trip'/><category term='Outing'/><category term='Inti'/><category term='Monash'/><category term='Life as we know it.'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='snapshots'/><category term='Japanese food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Money'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='examination'/><category term='love'/><category term='PMS'/><category term='A levels'/><category term='me.'/><category term='Gathering'/><category term='My thoughts'/><category term='Idol'/><title type='text'>dot.. dot.. dot..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-6790003458612426176</id><published>2012-02-08T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:58:37.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to move. For good.</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps/readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of blogging, I've decided to stop blogging for good. Not exactly stopping, just that I decided to shift to someplace more personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be no longer updated and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always available through facebook/msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-6790003458612426176?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6790003458612426176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2012/02/time-to-move-for-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6790003458612426176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6790003458612426176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2012/02/time-to-move-for-good.html' title='Time to move. For good.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1784600938977536902</id><published>2011-10-30T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:23:38.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that changed your life.</title><content type='html'>After I guess a week or so of pretty much burning the midnight oil. I can't really tell what have I actually studied. WhatI knew was when I was attempting those questions, it looks familar but its not on my fingertips, YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you encountered someone or something that actually insipired you to make a change in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate to say. I do, once, or well, perhaps twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then when I can't understand a single word of mandarin to be exact, I don't feel a thing. One amazing voice that touches my heart and set me on a pretty interesting self-learning process. I gotta say, thanks to the amazing voice, today I could speak kinda fluent mandarin and read a couple of words and yeah. It changes my life, though the journey of learning was pretty tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one struck me recently. Perhaps, the person may be a stranger in my life. But its amazing how a stranger can spike up your interest on something. Someone that you never thought of doing before. Someone who totally changed your perception towards that issue. Its hard to resist to know more about the person who inspires you but it gets really fustrating when you don't get results from the research you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to burn those midnight oil again. Cell metabolism and food chemistry. Love me as much as I love you. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1784600938977536902?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1784600938977536902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-that-changed-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1784600938977536902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1784600938977536902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-that-changed-your-life.html' title='Things that changed your life.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-8670993081915679810</id><published>2011-10-07T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:46:41.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You always don't get the things you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it? yes. tell yourself. its life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck it up like a big lollipop and you'll feel much better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel like taking a flight to somewhere far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, its not pms. Just feeling some blues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-8670993081915679810?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8670993081915679810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-always-dont-get-things-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8670993081915679810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8670993081915679810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-always-dont-get-things-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-9176664662159862747</id><published>2011-09-10T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:48:46.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what doesn't kill you just makes you stronger</title><content type='html'>This is especially true when you're all half dead with assignments and reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I had been procastinating too much lately. Till I don't have an idea what I am doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll survive till next Tuesday. Its gonna be a hardcore moment these 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go through all these pain. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-9176664662159862747?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9176664662159862747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-doesnt-kill-you-just-makes-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/9176664662159862747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/9176664662159862747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-doesnt-kill-you-just-makes-you.html' title='what doesn&apos;t kill you just makes you stronger'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-5891192848880510181</id><published>2011-08-26T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:36:29.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When things don't go right. Go left. Or even U-turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a way out. No matter what really went wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-5891192848880510181?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5891192848880510181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-things-dont-go-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/5891192848880510181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/5891192848880510181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-things-dont-go-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-8615203851238909112</id><published>2011-07-30T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T23:49:43.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>The awesome feeling it gave me.</title><content type='html'>Writing this entry below the breezing fan and cooling air cond while enjoying the view from my room feels pretty awesome actually. I could see the whole subang/sunway area and if I'm lucky, I manage to get a glimpse of KL tower from my room. ;). It feels pretty awesome though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get pretty hard to explain at times. Back to the times where biology form 4 and 5 is something so amazing to us, things get pretty laggy when it comes to university life. I swear that I don't realise how powerful our hormones are back then especially during the days of the month. I swear it hit be badly when I started to step my foot into the 20's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy and uplifting enjoyment it gave u at the start of the day and you never know, u end up with despression at the end of the day. Things start to manipulate your mind, you crave for food and you get really fustrated easily. You feel like the whole world hates you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its million times tougher when you decide to unlike something. You may need to find millions of reasons why you unlike it, although deep in your heart, you wish that you could own it by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, this is not a ultimate emo post. Just some thoughts that lingered in my mind these several days and decided to write it out here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-8615203851238909112?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8615203851238909112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/awesome-feeling-it-gave-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8615203851238909112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8615203851238909112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/awesome-feeling-it-gave-me.html' title='The awesome feeling it gave me.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-4733440863780348236</id><published>2011-07-21T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:45:57.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain's gonna fall deeper anymore</title><content type='html'>Its pretty tough to try to forget bout something and you tried your very best for the last couple of months. You tried to conceal it, forget bout it and think bout other stuffs, but it appears to be pretty unsucessful most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've decided to go for it, you're unsure whether your actions would be a wise thing to do or not. Maybe at times things are like its either you do or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I prefer to go for it. You never know how you'll end up. Maybe you'll end up getting what you want or vice versa. But at the end of the day, I guess I'll just be glad that I did that. And few years from now, you might just end up smilling when you recall those silly stuffs u did back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time to wake up from the dream, imagination or whatever that haunted me these couple of months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-4733440863780348236?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4733440863780348236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/ains-gonna-fall-deeper-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4733440863780348236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4733440863780348236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/ains-gonna-fall-deeper-anymore.html' title='Ain&apos;s gonna fall deeper anymore'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-2333020115687991871</id><published>2011-07-14T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T12:27:54.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zebras with pink stripes</title><content type='html'>I know, in real fact, they don't exist. But to me, they do. No worries, I am not hallucinating, its just some internal matter that only a handful of people know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I knew was, I always take a step further and beyond what I usually do at some circumstances. No worries, not any confessions or anything serious, but its just amazing that how some things can trigger my nerves and do something that I never expect I would ever do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether am I going to achieve what I hoped for. Stop looking at the past, look at the future instead. But the truth is, I don't think I can even see whats for me in the next semester. Sleepless nights again? and complaining why the heck I choose this combinations of units or why am I in this course? Too late to say something like this ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At times I have no idea why, someone so stranger to me could make me think so much, too much infact that at times I couldn't take my mind off it. Someday, maybe. thinking bout it makes me feel silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess what I could do is, go with the flow. Knowing that its always easier said that done (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-2333020115687991871?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2333020115687991871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/zebras-with-pink-stripes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2333020115687991871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2333020115687991871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/zebras-with-pink-stripes.html' title='zebras with pink stripes'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-4520793122782293322</id><published>2011-07-13T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T11:16:06.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The truth is, you can't expect everyone around you would like who u are. Worst if you tried too hard to change yourself to be who they want you to be. You'll end up making your life and yourself pretty much miserable. At the same time, do remember that they are peeps around you that would just accept who you are. Frankly speaking, whats the point of having thousands of friends in your social network and yet, probably only 10 percent of them or probably less, that you could give a call to when you really need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find yourself stuck somewhere and you're unsure whether you should move on or not. You really should. Eventhough most of the time, it may just be a no. At least, be proud of yourself that you made it through. nothing feels better than that, seriously. Nothing feels better than giving a try, and you never know what could be waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been pretty much slacking during the holidays. Exam results were out and pretty much satisfied with it despite the finals are pretty tough. Just glad that I reached the threshold that I set for myself. Maybe accompanied by a slight dissapointment that I could do much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What causes them? Distractions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-4520793122782293322?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4520793122782293322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/truth-is-you-cant-expect-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4520793122782293322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4520793122782293322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/truth-is-you-cant-expect-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-4214704373560610202</id><published>2011-07-11T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:39:51.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monash'/><title type='text'>When you start taking up some sports</title><content type='html'>You'll eventually get hooked up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton is oh so fun. Seriously. Not to mention the aches to the muscle and joints after playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261695_10150240298298551_524863550_7475012_4276493_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261695_10150240298298551_524863550_7475012_4276493_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with some of the badminton dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think since I ventured into the life of the Monashians, my life changed pretty much a lot. Somehow or rather I think I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-got braver and always take a step further whenever I could.&lt;br /&gt;-got addicted to shopping more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;-got more self-concious&lt;br /&gt;-made my life miserable with assignments. (I never get more than 5 hours of sleep a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, most of the time, we end up with calorie loaded lunch. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/271060_10150240300293551_524863550_7475031_2938544_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 449px; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/271060_10150240300293551_524863550_7475031_2938544_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to get my own room real soon. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-4214704373560610202?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4214704373560610202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-you-start-taking-up-some-sports.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4214704373560610202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4214704373560610202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-you-start-taking-up-some-sports.html' title='When you start taking up some sports'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-770474377661181193</id><published>2011-07-06T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:26:22.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoutout'/><title type='text'>Precious time alone</title><content type='html'>To me, having a couple of hours, wandering aimlessly in the mall, going into random shops, trying some random shirts and end up buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I just need some precious time alone. which is sort of a tiny luxury for me to indulge myself in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-770474377661181193?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/770474377661181193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/precious-time-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/770474377661181193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/770474377661181193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/precious-time-alone.html' title='Precious time alone'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-8377536414871075434</id><published>2011-07-04T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T00:14:57.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The more you afraid of losing something, you will eventually lose it. At some point of time, you're undecided and being split between decisions and you are not sure which would be the best one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From past experience, its not about the consequence of not choosing the other one but not regretting what you have chosen regardless its worst than the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are countless times where I made the wrong decision, and yes I regretted. What can I do? Mourn over it? Cry over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to do so, but not now. No idea why. I guessed that I changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to someone who don't really give a damn what others think or do what that make others happy and make herself miserable. When life's really miserable, why do you want to add more trouble to yourself just to make others feel happier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a number of blogposts without title, not because I am lazy to write one, maybe simply because I can't think of what title to put on whats on my mind currently? Sounds familar? Yeah. Log into facebook and 'Whats on your mind?'. I rarely post personal things inside anymore as facebook is just too open to express how u feel. I mean, any moment, some random people in your friend list would just stalk at your profile and might ask u why she/he cannot view part of your facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the reason obvious enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I would just prefer to post things through my msn shoutouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying every moment of the holiday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-8377536414871075434?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8377536414871075434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-you-afraid-of-losing-something-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8377536414871075434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8377536414871075434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-you-afraid-of-losing-something-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-8282924413163832125</id><published>2011-06-30T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T11:56:47.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are things that you simply can't be explained using words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you just gave all in, literally all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you got NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know life's not about getting back what you gave in, in fact if life's fair, people won't be complaining how horrible their life is and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its human's nature to be hypocrite at times. I don't blame them, its a mask to survive infront of different peeps you know. You know you'll put on a forceful smile regardless how much you dislike the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July will be a better month perhaps. It will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-8282924413163832125?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8282924413163832125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-are-things-that-you-simply-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8282924413163832125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8282924413163832125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-are-things-that-you-simply-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-8323143466124194394</id><published>2011-06-24T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:53:56.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying every single moment of it.</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness that everything's over, Exams, notes, and whatever is it. Times had been really tough, especially those breaks between exams, disturbances, rotting at home and etc. Exam period is never a kind period to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post exam is nothing special neither. Had been spending a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual la right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gars5HjnrjE/TgSxrxC-0xI/AAAAAAAAASo/yxAzcrTsFkw/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621813600323556114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gars5HjnrjE/TgSxrxC-0xI/AAAAAAAAASo/yxAzcrTsFkw/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time listener :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishlist was Issey Miyake florale, but then again, this is equally awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CIt9-mFsGXQ/TgSxrh7xt5I/AAAAAAAAASg/bPFxqiCad3A/s1600/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621813596266805138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CIt9-mFsGXQ/TgSxrh7xt5I/AAAAAAAAASg/bPFxqiCad3A/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 ml with 75 ml lotion and 25 ml shower gel :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-8323143466124194394?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8323143466124194394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/enjoying-every-single-moment-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8323143466124194394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8323143466124194394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/enjoying-every-single-moment-of-it.html' title='enjoying every single moment of it.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gars5HjnrjE/TgSxrxC-0xI/AAAAAAAAASo/yxAzcrTsFkw/s72-c/IMG_0453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-7541961511970209673</id><published>2011-06-15T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T17:31:06.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monash'/><title type='text'>No Thank You</title><content type='html'>To my beloved uni who offer us this oh so useful CORE unit, and everyone practically wasted 5K, making ourselves miserable enough for finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally stoned for hours staring at the notes, not knowing what to do. Past years? Maybe, not when they ask u choose the best answers and every answers look familiar to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I was just wondering, does generation gap really play some signifcant role ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do adore those who thinks that generation is something , I mean be part of them. Someone who you feel safe telling your darkest secrets to, someone whom you would tell who's that cute dude you're interested in. or someone who actually gives constructive comments and do accept constructive comments and not living in a state of denial as we have no rights to voice up what we think because they are again, certainly more superior than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometime or someday in future where this scenario happens again, I shall just see how would I handle this role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mean time, I seriously have no idea how am I going to go through the dreadful 2 hours tomorrow. And the another 5 hours prior to that where I would be literally nerding in the library and lose concentration easily. Then its shopping time. Did I mention that its mega sales now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have 2 more papers next week and I'm done with second year, first semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times, the furthest distance is not determined by how many miles we're separated, but its when things are so near yet so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-7541961511970209673?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7541961511970209673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7541961511970209673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7541961511970209673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-thank-you.html' title='No Thank You'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-7089449754877124405</id><published>2011-06-11T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:28:12.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A short note.</title><content type='html'>I don't know how long this passion would last, but at least it kept me going for months at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some moment, I felt like giving up about these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird that I describe that as an onion. Probably as you go a layer deeper, another surprise awaiting for you. It may make you go layers and layers deeper, or throwing it away after realising that its actually rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of life I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on afterall :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-7089449754877124405?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7089449754877124405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/short-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7089449754877124405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7089449754877124405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/short-note.html' title='A short note.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-3532248495990731073</id><published>2011-06-07T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:57:17.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as we know it.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monash'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>"Okay candidates, pens down".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, pens down, biochem's just over. and I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, I am wondering, why I don't feel any guilt for not being able to complete the another 1 and a half questions which even I am given extra half an hour, I am still not being able to do it because the truth is, I don't know how to do. I don't know how I am going to score for this unit, but should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's simpler without too much of expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, we meet all kinds of people, those who are nice to you, those you are nice to. The one that you tried your best to impress and those who tried their best to impress you but again, failed badly in both ways. Its pretty interesting to note that how easily someone could reject you from their life and you simply reject others out from yours at the same time. Or maybe you like someone, but never dared to tell and end up regreting why u did not take the initiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, face the fact, how many times, or in fact, how many people could accept rejection open mindedly and the next moment you're telling people "business as usual" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you would say its the matter of how good you are in hiding your own feelings. Or maybe the better you are in hiding your feelings, the harder for someone else to decode you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, since A-Levels, I realise that not everything's perfect. You may spend hours and sleepless nights doing your reports and assignments and some would scoree way much better than you by spending a fraction of the time. 10 years from now, I mean, even one semester from now, who cares how much you score for your assignment? Its just something that u can never change anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's infact simpler, if we learn to take a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-3532248495990731073?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3532248495990731073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3532248495990731073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3532248495990731073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-4150360887201844989</id><published>2011-06-03T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:37:31.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Kiss goodbye</title><content type='html'>I never understood a single meaning of all the chinese songs I listen back then because I simply sing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do, although not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hope I can fully understand my biochemistry mechanism before tuesday comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-4150360887201844989?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4150360887201844989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/kiss-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4150360887201844989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4150360887201844989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/kiss-goodbye.html' title='Kiss goodbye'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-6275482458333671154</id><published>2011-06-02T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:24:33.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Keep things short</title><content type='html'>I'm literally clueless what I am doing at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be better place if I put a lower expectation to myself. somehow. but if someday I really do so, smack me. Its not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I really really gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-6275482458333671154?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6275482458333671154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/keep-things-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6275482458333671154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6275482458333671154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/keep-things-short.html' title='Keep things short'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1080780254398593646</id><published>2011-05-31T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:01:17.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='examination'/><title type='text'>The never ending cycle</title><content type='html'>For me, exam is something merely to test your memories, on how long you would stay up just to finish whatever you missed out and yeah, me being so prone to exam stress, I'm blessed with zits, bad complexion and freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pyramid with mum and sis and err yeah, mum got me thesee :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxpmV0ZzdRY/TeS5P8EcWpI/AAAAAAAAASM/9vHpjUIKsTo/s1600/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612814719084419730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxpmV0ZzdRY/TeS5P8EcWpI/AAAAAAAAASM/9vHpjUIKsTo/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two boxes of beauty diary masks (whitening and moisurizing) from guardian warehouse sales. Lancome whitening toner and serum and eye cream. and got some free stuffs from the amount of stuffs we bought, and its all for meee :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder, why some smell simply made you fall for it? I don't know, but then I have obsession on person/things that smell good. I mean, don't smell good makes you feel happier? I do. Thats why I love perfume &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hyXp06hWksY/TeS5QB-rRTI/AAAAAAAAASU/tTZNLbBbKLU/s1600/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612814720670844210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hyXp06hWksY/TeS5QB-rRTI/AAAAAAAAASU/tTZNLbBbKLU/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stash of perfumes. Realised that its all pink/purple. CK euphoria blossom, Versace bright crystal, Gucci envy me, Burberry Brit Sheer and Lancome tressor in love. I am in love with all of them. Seriously. My current wishlist is Issey Miyake Florale which smells so addictive. As I said, wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise how fast time flies. I never believe I easily I fall in but I eventually did. I don't know how long the passion would last, but my heart skips a beat and my mind gets blank. Keeping this strong would be the only way to keep my passion going I guess. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1080780254398593646?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1080780254398593646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-ending-cycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1080780254398593646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1080780254398593646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-ending-cycle.html' title='The never ending cycle'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxpmV0ZzdRY/TeS5P8EcWpI/AAAAAAAAASM/9vHpjUIKsTo/s72-c/IMG_0397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-5694480717003262364</id><published>2011-05-24T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:26:18.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>I am enjoying every single moment of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hope someday, I would seriously miss doing assignments and catching up with deadlines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, I wish I could get this semester done with flying colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like we barely got time to breathe. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to work. I feel like a total nerd, and great thing is, exam is like 2 weeks time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheezy presentation tomorrow.Wish me luck man :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SaK1omrhM1A/TdqKQCYzIFI/AAAAAAAAASE/YaF4CcZA_1Q/s1600/have_a_nice_day_card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609948293966798930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SaK1omrhM1A/TdqKQCYzIFI/AAAAAAAAASE/YaF4CcZA_1Q/s320/have_a_nice_day_card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-5694480717003262364?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5694480717003262364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-enjoying-every-single-moment-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/5694480717003262364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/5694480717003262364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-enjoying-every-single-moment-of-it.html' title='I am enjoying every single moment of it'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SaK1omrhM1A/TdqKQCYzIFI/AAAAAAAAASE/YaF4CcZA_1Q/s72-c/have_a_nice_day_card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1038687484397224651</id><published>2011-05-20T09:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:34:37.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a girl needs</title><content type='html'>What a girl need maybe be sometimes a pair of ears that simply listens to her rants. Thats what I simply need when I really need someone to talk to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1038687484397224651?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1038687484397224651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-girl-needs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1038687484397224651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1038687484397224651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-girl-needs.html' title='what a girl needs'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-2341062512898099747</id><published>2011-05-19T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:26:53.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking, I am mentally and physically exhausted. I'm one page or rather one week down for discussion, 3 more weeks of discussion part to do and what I have is till monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having palpitations at this time indicates that I should have some rest after a long rough day of stoning with reports and biochem textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its another long Thursday to go tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-2341062512898099747?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2341062512898099747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/frankly-speaking-i-am-mentally-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2341062512898099747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2341062512898099747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/frankly-speaking-i-am-mentally-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-7485718746975676198</id><published>2011-05-17T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T01:18:17.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever 21 :)</title><content type='html'>I felt that it doesn't really matter how long you knew each other, the important thing is how well do you click with those particular people at that moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to think of wacky and fresh ideas when it comes to birthdays and these people are just awesome in it. Trust me, the ideas would get really tricky as time goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZmL1laXnrw/TdFaGfOQBeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X8aN1zAlHL8/s1600/IMG_6895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607362078559962594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZmL1laXnrw/TdFaGfOQBeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X8aN1zAlHL8/s320/IMG_6895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DK4oo9mzXLk/TdFaGPOhfYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HXFQuezEQu4/s1600/IMG_2055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607362074266140034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DK4oo9mzXLk/TdFaGPOhfYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HXFQuezEQu4/s320/IMG_2055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that this blog might be or might be not read by you guys, but again. You guys rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Happy birthday to myself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-7485718746975676198?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7485718746975676198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/forever-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7485718746975676198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7485718746975676198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/forever-21.html' title='Forever 21 :)'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZmL1laXnrw/TdFaGfOQBeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X8aN1zAlHL8/s72-c/IMG_6895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-7402462823919962404</id><published>2011-05-08T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:14:05.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Despite the hot humid weather in the afternoon, I was blessed with some dream which made my mood went sort of bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googled bout the meaning hidden behind it, it says that it signifies the lack of self-esteem which is sort of true when I face that particular issue. Maybe I should boast up my self esteem a bit when I'm looking towards that issue. Another explanation for it is like not being able to accept part of my own which is very true as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shall work on my insecurities :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-7402462823919962404?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7402462823919962404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7402462823919962404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7402462823919962404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-169670609963472529</id><published>2011-05-04T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:34:08.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>It keeps me going :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7242956/bear,simple,love,cute,teddy,bear,inspiration-09247c972b7c5dbf43feb04538ed219c_h_thumb.jpg?1298019925"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7242956/bear,simple,love,cute,teddy,bear,inspiration-09247c972b7c5dbf43feb04538ed219c_h_thumb.jpg?1298019925" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, simple things and details do matter. No matter what. I don't actually admit that I put 101 percent in what I am doing, but then somehow, if I find something that worth my effort in doing it, I will defintely do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you never try, you'll never know". But again, are you the one trying? Its always easier said than done. Like always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-169670609963472529?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/169670609963472529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-keeps-me-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/169670609963472529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/169670609963472529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-keeps-me-going.html' title='It keeps me going :)'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1006596386539448060</id><published>2011-05-02T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T12:35:28.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as we know it.'/><title type='text'>Filling in what I feel is lacking in my life.</title><content type='html'>With these people of course :D and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below doesn't judge who we are, the portion is just wayyy to huge and we should have shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sbqe3B-RMzc/Tb4zASqk9fI/AAAAAAAAARs/T2a7WzibjUw/s1600/IMG_2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601971066598913522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sbqe3B-RMzc/Tb4zASqk9fI/AAAAAAAAARs/T2a7WzibjUw/s320/IMG_2006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni is starting again tomorrow and I am feeling the blues in it for some apparent reason. Don't misunderstand me, I do love going to uni. Assignments and stuff are just part of things that we would eventually miss when we're out working. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder how working life is gonna be which I am going to experience it in erm, half a year's time for my intern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate the fact that I am turning 21. But a friend of mine knows whats the best that could happen. Just if its meant to happen :) *Fingers crosses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tb-a6tK8R9o/Tb4ytDl_elI/AAAAAAAAARk/LWZlJCuTwMc/s1600/IMG_1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1006596386539448060?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1006596386539448060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/filling-in-what-i-feel-is-lacking-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1006596386539448060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1006596386539448060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/filling-in-what-i-feel-is-lacking-in-my.html' title='Filling in what I feel is lacking in my life.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sbqe3B-RMzc/Tb4zASqk9fI/AAAAAAAAARs/T2a7WzibjUw/s72-c/IMG_2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-3330284174804877649</id><published>2011-04-26T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:22:42.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the almost 21 years of living..</title><content type='html'>What have I done? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how many 21 years would I have, maybe another 3 more 21 years if I am lucky enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it feels dreadful. I dread seeing time approaches end of the year and here comes new year and the cycle repeats and another digit is added on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my life felt like its lacked of something, I can't exactly pin point whats that, but I somehow felt that its incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I guess what I wished a year ago is somehow most likely will not come true. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-3330284174804877649?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3330284174804877649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-almost-21-years-of-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3330284174804877649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3330284174804877649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-almost-21-years-of-living.html' title='for the almost 21 years of living..'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1067069171811008520</id><published>2011-04-23T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:53:49.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you ask me to recall what I wore last week, sorry to dissapoint you but I don't even think I could remember what exactly I wore yesterday. Life's had been really hectic and I really mean it. I am not those who stayed up late for reports or stuffs, but imagine sleeping at 1 am if you're lucky and orelse 2 am and waking up at 6? This is certainly not my cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, its finally break. and I start to ask myself, so yeah, mid sem break, a couple of assignments and final exam and blahs and blahs. I'm graduating next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking fast I tell you. But anyhow, life's not interesting at all to me at the moment. What I want is to get my biochemistry assignment 2 started and compiling infor for my bioprocess and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things come and go like a breeze. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow at times I find it hard to recall those moments. Maybe its just meant to come and go as it is I guess. :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1067069171811008520?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1067069171811008520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-ask-me-to-recall-what-i-wore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1067069171811008520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1067069171811008520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-ask-me-to-recall-what-i-wore.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1026209648718453201</id><published>2011-04-19T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:43:29.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as we know it.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog's pretty much dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole semester is soo deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i screwed my MIC mid terms pretty bad, but god bless I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow you just made me smile with a mixture of feelings. I wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1026209648718453201?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1026209648718453201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-blogs-pretty-much-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1026209648718453201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1026209648718453201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-blogs-pretty-much-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-6831115348290571896</id><published>2011-04-04T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:50:12.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monash'/><title type='text'>10 things I wish it could happen now.</title><content type='html'>1. I can get at least 8 hours of sleep during the weekdays (literally impossible) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Microbiology can go into my brain through osmosis while I am sleeping.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 3. I could get my 2 lab reports done, one annontated bibliography and my biochem assignment done.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 4. Spend less (although its hectic, I still shop)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 5. Just if someone knew about IT. But I guess it will never happen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 6. I seriously don't hope things would remain as my fantasy, I want it REAL. Like seriously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 7. Get my dark circles fixed (I know sleep is the only solution). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Less assignments (would happen la if I am not studying in Monash) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Get a life. Like seriously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 10. Get my biochem assignment done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-6831115348290571896?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6831115348290571896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-things-i-wish-it-could-happen-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6831115348290571896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6831115348290571896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-things-i-wish-it-could-happen-now.html' title='10 things I wish it could happen now.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-6620405671583892000</id><published>2011-03-24T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:59:45.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just feel like using my brain to think about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things had been really hectic since week 1 and week 4 is ending real soon which is tomorrow and I have kind of literally no idea whats happening in erm SCI 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are hectic and my temper gets really bad. I guess sometimes stress and assignment sure does affect friendship between people. Not because who's right or who's wrong. Things just get to hectic to form bond with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and may just end up with repulsion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-6620405671583892000?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6620405671583892000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-feel-like-using-my-brain-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6620405671583892000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6620405671583892000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-feel-like-using-my-brain-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-8641235137006420269</id><published>2011-03-19T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T22:44:46.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>A good sleep during the weekend is pretty much what I need nowadays. Sleeping at 1 am and wake up at 6. Dreadful 8 am classes kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procastinating in assignment also kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my blog would be pretty much abandoned. and I am pretty lazy to update facebook shououts. I find it tough to expose stuffs there lately. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-8641235137006420269?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8641235137006420269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8641235137006420269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8641235137006420269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-4910703039008435967</id><published>2011-03-13T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T11:48:25.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as we know it.'/><title type='text'>I think</title><content type='html'>I fall in too easily. or am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-4910703039008435967?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4910703039008435967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4910703039008435967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4910703039008435967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think.html' title='I think'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1023612603867511814</id><published>2011-03-08T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:58:07.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as we know it.'/><title type='text'>The GAP</title><content type='html'>Times where my NONSENSE statement were made a big statement and my IMPORTANT statement were made to be NONSENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess they will simply never understand and differentiate whats real and whats not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe they know, but they simply make a big fuss out of it to prove that they are always right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1023612603867511814?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1023612603867511814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/gap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1023612603867511814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1023612603867511814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/gap.html' title='The GAP'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-47198691573113182</id><published>2011-03-05T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:55:26.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first week has officially ended and I feel completely helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am trying to numb myself with assignments and stuffs because when I start writting the due dates in the student diary, I start to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess going with the flow of the assignments and numbing myself with never ending assignment and lectures would be the best solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-47198691573113182?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/47198691573113182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-week-has-officially-ended-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/47198691573113182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/47198691573113182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-week-has-officially-ended-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-4121776233303458997</id><published>2011-03-03T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:03:41.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time</title><content type='html'>There are times where I felt like ditching my laptop for a good time for reading and forget bout facebook, msn, or twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times where I felt like writting a lengthy blog entry but somehow I forgot what I wanted to write or well, don't feel like expressing it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times where what you get doesn't reflect your efforts and you somehow felt like giving up but you couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times, I felt like shutting myself up completely, but I literally couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times, where I hope things would literally happen like how fairytales and dramas do, but again, reminding myself that they are merely fantasy of someone who might not experience them in their entire life, so they created it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times, that I wish I had the courage to do something which I never dared too. Sometimes its like do now, or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times where I feel like isolating myself, I realised that I am being just a lil impatient lately, probably trying to merge into the life of a second year student. But staring at the piece of reading materials that I should read for my assignment made me feel helpless and useless immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wished I could read minds, but we always know, reality could be really cruel at times, there are things you wished you don't know at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wondered how could I blogged a 1000 word entry last time. Maybe I choose to keep things unexposed all to myself. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-4121776233303458997?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4121776233303458997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4121776233303458997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4121776233303458997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/time.html' title='The time'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-8822542758258081563</id><published>2011-03-01T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:57:53.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as we know it.'/><title type='text'>Double dissapointment</title><content type='html'>Things don't really go that smoothly lately somehow and double dissapointment just struck me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan to elaborate that but all these after a great 7 hours break in between 3 classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously no thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-8822542758258081563?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8822542758258081563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/double-dissapointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8822542758258081563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8822542758258081563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/double-dissapointment.html' title='Double dissapointment'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-3738076919216389043</id><published>2011-02-28T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:07:04.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS'/><title type='text'>A never ending roller coaster of emotions rolling over</title><content type='html'>After a not so great lecture in the car, stepped into Uni feeling pretty excited. Had a great laugh during lunch with the girls and still feeling excited before the Microbiology lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, all the happiness seemed to dissappear with all the freaky microbes name and calculations that are yet to be learned in microbiology and bioprocess technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still need some time to adapt and I feel extremely dreadful. I feel like lying on my bed and sweet dreams all along. and it makes me feel like I am not doing the right thing. I can still have an enjoyable uni life by not taking courses that will literally kill your brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll need time to adapt :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am still feeling super depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-3738076919216389043?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3738076919216389043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-ending-roller-coaster-of-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3738076919216389043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3738076919216389043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-ending-roller-coaster-of-emotions.html' title='A never ending roller coaster of emotions rolling over'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-6925953973815974642</id><published>2011-02-27T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:25:50.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as we know it.'/><title type='text'>Quick wrap up.</title><content type='html'>I just realised how scary my pms was. Oh well, things went much better today. Bought myself a clinique lipbalm with gloss. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer was pretty much well filled. Semester's starting tomorrow which equals to the end of fairytale life of rotting at home and endless heavenly shopping and makan trips around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking pretty much forward and interns end of the year. Maybe by then I shall consider of going into the research field or the other sides of food ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opportunities are endless when we know where is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look further. Life's something you can't predict. Things may happen anytime, anywhere and you may be surprised how things may turned out at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-6925953973815974642?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6925953973815974642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/quick-wrap-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6925953973815974642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6925953973815974642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/quick-wrap-up.html' title='Quick wrap up.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1809726877292151285</id><published>2011-02-26T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:20:16.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monash'/><title type='text'>A threehundredsixtydegree mood fluctuation day</title><content type='html'>I would describe it as bad as sitting corkscrew for the first time when you are not an adventurous person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I myself got freaked out how powerful cum scary mood swings are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment where I can be super hyper for some scrumptious dim sum breakfast to super irritated to some moment where I can break into tears or I can actually have iced coffee for lunch and get java chip 3 hours later and threw my drink away when there's three quarter left because I can almost puke from too much of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one moment I can just wandering aimlessly in ikea with my parents that don't even pay attention with what am I saying. and we went out with nothing, except with a half-dozen of curry puff and a coke. or one moment you simply burst into tears fearing that you may end up living alone in an old lonely home. or fed up with ur parents never make an effort to remember you actually like some garlic with soy sauce and end up not touching them at all and only finished the rice with curry fish head gravy. and end up having a nice conversation with them on the way home in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and end up at home and when you ask your parents for the invoice for the semester fees and your mum is screaming at you because you don't want to keep the invoice (this is because the previous sem she was screaming at you because you are keeping the invoice) and you end up sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered, why didn't I choose some place far so I can be independent? Or go into STPM so I can go into public uni and get a car so I can end up being a real uni student. I am not trying to mean that being in Monash is not a real uni life. For me, an ideal uni life is something that you can stay away from home and be independent. Not something like this. Maybe someday, if I'm rich enough, I will send my child overseas or else it would be going to STPM to experience how a 'genuine' uni life should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I sobbed myself to sleep almost once every month, its the second time now. Maybe the almost 4 month of summer break left me making lotsa wild imaginations because taking marketing is sort of relaxing minus the fact that the exam is on the 5th day of CNY. Other than that was perfectly fine. Maybe I shall wait till uni starts where everything's back to reality. With all the assignments kicking in and what you want is just a decent hours of sleep where 7 hours of sleep is considered a heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Uni life should be something to be cherished. I HOPE. I knew I would be grumbling why the heck I am taking this unit and stuffs later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it certainly felt better after sobbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1809726877292151285?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1809726877292151285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/threehundredsixtydegree-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1809726877292151285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1809726877292151285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/threehundredsixtydegree-mood.html' title='A threehundredsixtydegree mood fluctuation day'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1351235017229171900</id><published>2011-02-21T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:13:00.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Follow the flow.</title><content type='html'>Had been having a fruitful pretty awesome summer break. Somehow, I can't wait for things to start next Monday, new semester, new experience, meeting up people and new wardrobe. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had I done during the holidays? Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jknsb46e-tE/TWJue0QZv7I/AAAAAAAAARc/pBl6alcfNik/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576140764340666290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jknsb46e-tE/TWJue0QZv7I/AAAAAAAAARc/pBl6alcfNik/s320/IMG_1766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shifting to a new house soon, hard to describe how much of anticipation or eagerness to shift but hey, I am going to have my own private space very soon with a big wardrobe for my clothes, books, skincare stashes and my pretty heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCI8mmuonDk/TWJuelT5wAI/AAAAAAAAARU/8mS6Khzf2tU/s1600/IMG_1720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576140760328814594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCI8mmuonDk/TWJuelT5wAI/AAAAAAAAARU/8mS6Khzf2tU/s320/IMG_1720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my Ipod Touch, some substitute for iphone I guess. I guess we'll never experience post-purchase behavior (from marketing) from this purchase. and I am loving every moment with it, except with the fact that the time and day runs aways whenever I sync with iTunes and I have to take the effort to delete backup before I connect the device, other than that, the apps are superb awesome, I love their lomo apps (previous entries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Us2TPOdQDrQ/TWJueTQDdYI/AAAAAAAAARM/naAhBq1ufPg/s1600/IMG_1613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576140755480835458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Us2TPOdQDrQ/TWJueTQDdYI/AAAAAAAAARM/naAhBq1ufPg/s320/IMG_1613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hong Kong and it was COLD. Adapting to cold weather like 8 degrees when you are used to tropical climate is certainly not easy. and I realised that I have relatives spreading across HK and China. Did lotsa shopping in Shen Zhen and I wish Malaysia would be that cold someday. At least I can mix and match and booties and coats. Its a different culture I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyZbi5FTHGY/TWJueFTPiaI/AAAAAAAAARE/KdQPV_uyE3I/s1600/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576140751736113570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyZbi5FTHGY/TWJueFTPiaI/AAAAAAAAARE/KdQPV_uyE3I/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye to two besties at the same time. Its hard and this shall not require further elaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-a2vg1nZps/TWJud0LEjuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/y9ny_8o0HVM/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576140747138436834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-a2vg1nZps/TWJud0LEjuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/y9ny_8o0HVM/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to genting with the girls and I sat corkscrew for the first ever time. Call me coward, but I never actually realise that challenging something new feels so awesome and I somehow became a thrill seeker. and what you actually need to do when you're scared is SCREAM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not to forget, Valentines a.k.a Single Awareness Day for me. People had been asking: 'Why you don't have boyfriend?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, being practical and stuffs, finding someone taller and smarter somehow became a pre-requisite for me. and oh well, apparently people who are born in the year of Horse is going to experience a awesome year with a great relationship ahead. We shall see. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am somehow ready to face University life all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1351235017229171900?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1351235017229171900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/follow-flow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1351235017229171900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1351235017229171900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/follow-flow.html' title='Follow the flow.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jknsb46e-tE/TWJue0QZv7I/AAAAAAAAARc/pBl6alcfNik/s72-c/IMG_1766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-6544226662056734822</id><published>2011-02-20T13:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:44:52.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalking or being stalked?</title><content type='html'>I would choose to stalk but not being that dumb to admit yourself stalking people, unless your skills are really that bad that its just being too obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then stalking facebook (I mean by viewing their profiles and pictures) is certainly okay but not commenting on every single status update you posted and the comments that they made is like trying to 'lan suk' (term learned during A-Level days) to you but end up in an epic failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or stalking your facebook updates and judge the way you communicate with others? I would tell these people, mind your own business. There are plenty lotsa things you can do other that judging people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By stalking and giving constructive comments seriously will not get the person's attention (get it guys and girls?) unless they are truly despo that they rely on other people's point of view to decide how they should present themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and girls have selective hearing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-6544226662056734822?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6544226662056734822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/stalking-or-being-stalked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6544226662056734822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6544226662056734822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/stalking-or-being-stalked.html' title='Stalking or being stalked?'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-6825877252929526950</id><published>2011-02-15T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:33:04.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentines</title><content type='html'>backdated entry I know, but I was simply too tired to blog after a whole long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty awesome actually, at least I spend time wisely together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and therefore, we could pinpoint whats essential and whats not.&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course its wise right? Doing some &lt;strong&gt;spring cleaning in the room&lt;/strong&gt; and throwing out whatever its not needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and spending 2 hours napping in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dating with the Monashian 'single' gang in msn at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and without realising it, Valentine's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I am not trying to whine about 1028450274 reasons why am I still single,but then according to one bestie of mine, the reason is because we deserve someone who is way better. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never had a dream come true, until the day I found you :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day will come, so while then I shall enjoy life to the fullest before assignment kicks in in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be heading to Genting with the girls tomorrow =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-6825877252929526950?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6825877252929526950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6825877252929526950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6825877252929526950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-3886502903500614833</id><published>2011-02-12T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:08:57.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_6phnv9Fm0/TVaiMiNaprI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YOvHJoYNyAM/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572819925142775474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_6phnv9Fm0/TVaiMiNaprI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YOvHJoYNyAM/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying out new photography apps.&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;I guess what make things perfect is a perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the time where the traffic light turn all the way green when you're rushing to somewhere and you finally reach on time :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I am still waiting for the purrrrfect time ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-3886502903500614833?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3886502903500614833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/timing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3886502903500614833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3886502903500614833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/timing.html' title='timing'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_6phnv9Fm0/TVaiMiNaprI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YOvHJoYNyAM/s72-c/IMG_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-603942112824359718</id><published>2011-02-11T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:45:51.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshots'/><title type='text'>picture perfect.</title><content type='html'>Landed my hand on my ipod touch and I admit that I am truly addicted to their photography apps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They somehow turn something normal into something truly awesome =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TVS9lktuPWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lRs00Xa63LM/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572287092172406114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TVS9lktuPWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lRs00Xa63LM/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TVS9lbotw8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/FzaH3PyCDOA/s1600/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572287089735484354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TVS9lbotw8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/FzaH3PyCDOA/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty colours after filters. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qW6YvRIaCMg/TVS9S2EWBRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lh32BVm3ZqQ/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572286770413176082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qW6YvRIaCMg/TVS9S2EWBRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lh32BVm3ZqQ/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I never know things looks that pretty from my room's window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect tool for camwhoring =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tshcu5WwObs/TVS9SoMrfxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MzLQQWVQlyA/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572286766690041618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tshcu5WwObs/TVS9SoMrfxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MzLQQWVQlyA/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-603942112824359718?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/603942112824359718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/picture-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/603942112824359718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/603942112824359718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/picture-perfect.html' title='picture perfect.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TVS9lktuPWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lRs00Xa63LM/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-5826510773405398908</id><published>2011-02-09T10:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:46:34.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At times, things make you feel like you are a total epic failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this make your life feel totally miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-5826510773405398908?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5826510773405398908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/at-times-things-make-you-feel-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/5826510773405398908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/5826510773405398908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/at-times-things-make-you-feel-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-7548704925009870387</id><published>2011-02-08T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T01:02:02.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS'/><title type='text'>..She says</title><content type='html'>She rolled and rolled around her bed, and she couldn't sleep. She turned on the tv and off it 5 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reminising what she did the whole day today, she suddenly burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? No one knows, even herself would never know why. She just continue sobbing under her blanket till she needs some air and decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns on her msn, screening through who can she talk with, ended up talking with an old friend of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional breakdown is pretty scary. and she expects to suffer from headaches and swollen eye the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and till then. Hopefully she can just shut her eye and get some sleep after days of reading her beloved textbook and finally finished the whole summer examination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-7548704925009870387?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7548704925009870387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7548704925009870387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7548704925009870387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-says.html' title='..She says'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-9122816913582168583</id><published>2011-02-06T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:37:06.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monash'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the day.</title><content type='html'>Marketing Finals tomorrow. Glad that its a morning paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my stack of colourful notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall see whether I survived attempting something new to me or not. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-9122816913582168583?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9122816913582168583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/tomorrow-is-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/9122816913582168583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/9122816913582168583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/tomorrow-is-day.html' title='Tomorrow is the day.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-2698990227126299172</id><published>2011-02-03T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:17:49.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Fingers crossed.</title><content type='html'>What is marketing to me?&lt;br /&gt;An organisational function (Monash) and a set of process of creating, communicating and delivering 'problems' to customers(students) and for managing customer relationships in ways that benefit the organisation and its stakeholders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. CNY had been pretty normal. Like seriously normal? Visitings and blahs. ANG POWs and its going to be in my 32 GB Ipod Touch fund =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a couple of photos and made it lomo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TUqmcX8TK4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZsgTOwkspOQ/s1600/IMG_1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569446895590517634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TUqmcX8TK4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZsgTOwkspOQ/s320/IMG_1060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. At times I really do ask myself, will I eventually end up like the picture above. God knows and time will tell =) orelse, I will find another 'old' minnie mouse and stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things had been getting really weird lately. Seriously. Weird thing flashes in my brain, marketing exams, lack of shopping syndrome, lacking of cash syndrome. and etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. Found some old photo from the stash in my grandma's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TUqmb6fmK2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/nyTAbXK5hHc/s1600/IMG_1048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TUqmbbFqyiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OcXIYhtJfcg/s1600/IMG_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569446879255251490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TUqmbbFqyiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OcXIYhtJfcg/s320/IMG_1658.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Its me ;p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-2698990227126299172?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2698990227126299172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/fingers-crossed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2698990227126299172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2698990227126299172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/fingers-crossed.html' title='Fingers crossed.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TUqmcX8TK4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZsgTOwkspOQ/s72-c/IMG_1060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-902380335924367536</id><published>2011-01-31T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:32:14.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS'/><title type='text'>When nothing feels exactly right</title><content type='html'>It doesn't feel that good when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're halfway studying and suddenly you start to day dream and those hoo-hahs fantasy starts to dance in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to concentrate and your body feels so disturbed by your 'best friend of the month'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to snack on chocolates and feel all guilty about it after consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to get something you had been longing and parents were saying that I am wasting money on unecessary things. Knowing that I am the one who spend the most amount of money in the family with my whooping fees every semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're aiming for high grades, gets motivated fast, AND demotivated at the same pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 6 days to go. Just 6. Why does it feel freaking long? and it certainly feels like nothing been into my brain after days of trying to stuff in what I read from my 2 inch thick textbook :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-902380335924367536?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/902380335924367536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-nothing-feels-exactly-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/902380335924367536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/902380335924367536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-nothing-feels-exactly-right.html' title='When nothing feels exactly right'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1709111113641964038</id><published>2011-01-31T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:51:38.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I had been having weird dreams lately. Like everyday with different weird dreams. How weird? Figure it  out la, but its really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its due to marketing stress + exam. I think I must be out of my mind having the thought of furthering my studies in marketing specialising in food industry since I don't think I am those type of people that can spend 12 hours in lab a day waiting for results. Maybe I haven't discover the hidden passion in research yet, OR maybe possibly I am in the wrong field? Gosh. it would be too late to discover that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe my study pattern lately. I feel stressed up but relaxed at the same time? Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the mood for cny isn't exactly here yet, all thanks to exam. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1709111113641964038?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1709111113641964038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1709111113641964038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1709111113641964038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-2524258059279285135</id><published>2011-01-29T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:47:57.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication skills.</title><content type='html'>I think I have pretty bad communication skills. Seriously, to certain individuals. I always end up with sarcasm which I simply don't know why =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-2524258059279285135?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2524258059279285135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/communication-skills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2524258059279285135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2524258059279285135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/communication-skills.html' title='Communication skills.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-83444291561716125</id><published>2011-01-27T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:49:42.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud to be chinese =)</title><content type='html'>You know, I didn't know my relatives were so widespread. From Malaysia to Singapore. From Hong Kong all the way spreading to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting when we meet relatives that was never been heard or seen before and yet I felt the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, this doesn't happen all the time though. Its so true that humans only appreciate things that are not around them. When you seen that thing too often, you would not appreciate it as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I miss SS15 area now. Time flies. and its CNY, and I am not feeling the hype of CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year when CNY clashed with Valentines, its interesting to see how people celebrate it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking bout Valentines, I realised that this trend doesn't happen in Monash since our sem only starts like end of Febuary. Back in high schools when you see pretty seniors getting a bouquet of flowers from their boyfie. Its sweet though and it does make you wonder when's your turn =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-83444291561716125?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/83444291561716125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/proud-to-be-chinese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/83444291561716125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/83444291561716125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/proud-to-be-chinese.html' title='Proud to be chinese =)'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-7965123467863481442</id><published>2011-01-25T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:59:09.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS'/><title type='text'>If you don't like it, change it, if not, love it.</title><content type='html'>If you don't like your grades, work hard for it, orelse love it since grades somehow reflects your effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like spare tyres hugging around the waist, exercise and diet, orelse just accept the fact that you're chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the second statement, I told myself countless times. I thought I went past that phase, but it seems that I am turning backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S: PMS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-7965123467863481442?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7965123467863481442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-you-dont-like-it-change-it-if-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7965123467863481442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7965123467863481442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-you-dont-like-it-change-it-if-not.html' title='If you don&apos;t like it, change it, if not, love it.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-8628434001046325564</id><published>2011-01-21T10:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:35:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study break and shopping :)</title><content type='html'>Had been doing some light shopping yesterday, But nevertheless, I prefer pyramid more. but one u got more homely stuffs to buy la and more choices when it comes to bags and stuff. Though of getting another Nine West bag but nothing seems appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxury product is still not my thing yet, stepped into Coach and it reminds me how people line up just to go in Coach, you don't see it much over here since the taxes are super high. Should have bought the bag back in HK then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally going to have my own room very soon. and I am sort of like thinking of ways to make my room look pretty without thinning the wallet too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thought of putting up roman blinds in my room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TTjvKCBRvYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yR1ANHVKDqs/s1600/roman_blinds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564460295236205954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TTjvKCBRvYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yR1ANHVKDqs/s320/roman_blinds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks quite pretty isn't it? But its not my room la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to search for some pretty stuffs for the rrom and I want a full size mirror =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-8628434001046325564?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8628434001046325564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/study-break-and-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8628434001046325564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8628434001046325564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/study-break-and-shopping.html' title='Study break and shopping :)'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TTjvKCBRvYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yR1ANHVKDqs/s72-c/roman_blinds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-6583483063991375761</id><published>2011-01-18T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:47:03.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty things</title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking. Who don't like pretty things. Who don't like pretty houses, car, clothes and bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or simply looking pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking again, last time when I am still a noobie in make up stuffs and etc, I feel those girls who apply make up are vainpots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, when I don't understand why people want to put thick fluttery eyelashes that looks super fake when they are out on streets or shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow and have a better understanding in stuffs, I understand why. Its just a part of growing process in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say, inner beauty is bla bla bla bah bla. But FRANKLY SPEAKING again. Do you see inner beauty at the first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie and say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you saw some person who is not as attractive as the other person beside him/her, you wouldn't even bother to even say hi. Its just a matter of fact of first impression. Only when you saw the person again and again. Till you actually remembers the person's face and actually make a small friendly gesture. There's when you start to realise the inner beauty of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just simply shallow. I used to see people by the looks and first and got perceived by it. As I say, USED to BE. Some individuals may simply give you shocking first impression (I would say a cocky face or a cold appearance?) but think again, what first impression you give other people then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then now I don't judge people simply based on that. Its just pretty unfair =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-6583483063991375761?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6583483063991375761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/pretty-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6583483063991375761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6583483063991375761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/pretty-things.html' title='Pretty things'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-7025356105745099706</id><published>2011-01-13T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:02:39.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>I an a NERD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A science NERD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-7025356105745099706?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7025356105745099706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/100th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7025356105745099706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7025356105745099706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-156467115937173475</id><published>2011-01-12T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:23:48.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>I am HUNGRY</title><content type='html'>I need FOOD. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what contributes to my physical built today. Supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I think I can binge on peanut butter on crackers like 10 pm at night? or simply peanut butter. Or sometimes 2 slices of bread loaded with peanut butter AGAIN for tea time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I love peanut butter and peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just me with another food cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some shopping today AGAIN. I do wonder, when I am able to shop without worries? Or maybe in another way, shop with a concious mind? But think again, I am able to get a top from F21, one from MNG and one from FOS and it costs a total of 90 bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me frugal. But its me =). But not to forget I bought a top from Cotton On Last week and a cardigan from MNG last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT. And before that was my HK trip and I bought erm, bag, flats, wallet, and tops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and WAIT. The previous week before I go HK, I bought a bag from MNG. Em, I think thats all I bought. Tee hee. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next week would be CNY shopping according to mum. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-156467115937173475?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/156467115937173475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/156467115937173475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/156467115937173475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-hungry.html' title='I am HUNGRY'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-631665838257582772</id><published>2011-01-11T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:23:44.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Had been working on the assignment on luxury products and somehow believe that I start to fall in love with marketing (silently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been thinking a lot lately. Somehow. Some thoughts are not meant to be expressed publicly though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't think too much and complete the marketing assignment. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-631665838257582772?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/631665838257582772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/631665838257582772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/631665838257582772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-707670650132053292</id><published>2011-01-05T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:04:14.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Limited edition</title><content type='html'>After all the luxury products and limited edition, I realised something. We do own a limited edition. Which is simply yourself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's different in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TSR1u6JgFbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8T5_xHenn6Y/s1600/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558697288825574834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TSR1u6JgFbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8T5_xHenn6Y/s320/IMG_1497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're limited edition. It makes you feel awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TSR1unjMdJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/R3mPavKcQI0/s1600/self-esteem-is-awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558697283833066642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TSR1unjMdJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/R3mPavKcQI0/s320/self-esteem-is-awesome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, there are lotsa ideas that came into my mind and I actually visualise them and how I wish I could transform them into drawings. But sadly I couldn't draw and not backed by buying power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-707670650132053292?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/707670650132053292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/limited-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/707670650132053292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/707670650132053292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/limited-edition.html' title='Limited edition'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TSR1u6JgFbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8T5_xHenn6Y/s72-c/IMG_1497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-3592137055484920538</id><published>2011-01-03T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:58:00.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place where dream comes true</title><content type='html'>I have a special affection towards mouse, Mickey mouse to be exact. I know mickey mouse would be an old mouse by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TSHhyIp_-vI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E30JkJmBlBE/s1600/IMG_1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557971666585254642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TSHhyIp_-vI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E30JkJmBlBE/s320/IMG_1715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally visited Disneyland HK. Wasn't that excited somwhow. In fact I don't know why I got quite dissapointed. Maybe I put too much expectation on something I like so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where dreams come true. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-3592137055484920538?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3592137055484920538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/place-where-dream-comes-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3592137055484920538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3592137055484920538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/place-where-dream-comes-true.html' title='A place where dream comes true'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TSHhyIp_-vI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E30JkJmBlBE/s72-c/IMG_1715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-8245685676045075553</id><published>2010-12-30T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:40:15.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When reality hits you real hard.</title><content type='html'>Around an hour ago, a bestie called me and we talked about life. As simple as it sounds, but is our life destined? Of course, we can't change how we are born to look like unless we go under the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, sometimes tells you the reality of things. Reality tells you that you may not be as good as your counterparts. Some leave you staring at them admiring their perfect figures and some leave you amazed when you browse through their facebook and realised that their house toilet is even bigger than your own room. Or feeling amused with your friends new imported car wherelse you're just going anywhere by a means of super inefficient public transport that leaves you sticky and sweaty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back what I had done in 2010. Its telling me I should work harder and telling myself, the following year when I count down to 2012, things would not be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 I made the tough choice of deciding where to go and I finally choose Monash. Enrolled and I am in a dillema for a week undecided whether am I on the right track or not. Through the months, I realised that true colours are shown as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting the reality that people DO Change. Its dissapointing as at times you don't know whats wrong. Maybe its just the chemistry doesn't click and oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intention to lose some pounds had been a struggle as always but 2010 I lost like 10 friggin pounds in like 10 weeks all thanks to stress and it gained back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrolling in the course which I am interested in makes me want to go further. My grades were quite satisfying after the efforts being poured in and realised that 2011 is not going to be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully 2011 i not going to be the same again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S: The reason I blogged today is because I would be BBQ-ing while welcoming new year's eve. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-8245685676045075553?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8245685676045075553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-reality-hits-you-real-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8245685676045075553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8245685676045075553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-reality-hits-you-real-hard.html' title='When reality hits you real hard.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-4685349172873701025</id><published>2010-12-15T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:01:35.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monash'/><title type='text'>Dull</title><content type='html'>A way to describe my holidays now. I am somehow exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer class started and somehow I start to have some regrets. I have to drag myself up in the mornings where there are class and I would somehow ask myself, why the heck did I choose to fill up my blissful holidays with summer classes? I should have just enjoyed my holiday to the ultimate max isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business is something so alien to me that I have to put extra efforts in it. I am not one of those lucky lass who could go to uni anytime they want and me, having to wake up at 6.30 on the mornings where classes are on and stroll around the campus till the belowed library opens at 8.30 in the morning during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to, somehow practice self control. I would say, I am out of control in cravings. Sigh. Every day, when I reflected what did I eat, do and stuffs like that, I would somehow ask myself, when is the change going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frankly speaking again. I am being a nerd now.  Going to go through my marketing notes and textbook and going to spend time screening through those journals about assignments tomorrow till the tutorial starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta say, business people are more outgoing as compared to science and engineering &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nerds.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Thats what the lecturer regard we people as. I wouldn't say i am a nerd, at least I know I am not la. But hey, there's no such thing as a theme day or birthday celebrations in science and hoping those lecturers to chip in some money for the celebration? No way u can see it in science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S: I am actually darn sleepy at the moment despite the 2 hours nap today afternoon. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-4685349172873701025?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4685349172873701025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/dull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4685349172873701025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4685349172873701025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/dull.html' title='Dull'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-5929062451437278128</id><published>2010-12-13T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:52:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of books, nerds, working and travel</title><content type='html'>Collected the text book for marketing and to my horror, its almost 2 inches thick. Serious. At times, I am wondering, am I doing the right thing? Mid sem test is going to be on the 30th and i am back from travel on the 28th. So I guess, lecture notes are going into the luggage with me while travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked for monash during the open day and I think I mentioned "welcome to monash'' and ''thank you for coming'' for like 50 times each? Coz our shift was a bit shorter but trust me, its not fun standing at the car park there, there are lotsa bugs and its hot and humid. And I ended up having a real swollen left eyelid today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working somehow drained all my energy away and I slept darn early. All thanks to couple of rounds of campus tour. Basically I didn't go around the WHOLE campus but answering truly weird question was certainly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am going to be a nerd for as long as I can be and get preped up for my trip =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-5929062451437278128?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5929062451437278128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-books-nerds-working-and-travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/5929062451437278128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/5929062451437278128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-books-nerds-working-and-travel.html' title='of books, nerds, working and travel'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1195125255842120432</id><published>2010-12-08T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:29:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its unshown, its humble, but its simply there.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I ended watching another drama with tears. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad show to watch and seriously from this show, I learned that love can be simple, humble. It may be unseen, but its just simply there because we know it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Narnia 3D today. Not bad but I think its a lil too costly to have everything in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally bought a Charles and Keith heels which I eyed on EVERYTIME I go in there and I decided to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4 inches. My &lt;3. But its comfy, when you don't run with it of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer course starting tomorrow. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1195125255842120432?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1195125255842120432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-unshown-its-humble-but-its-simply.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1195125255842120432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1195125255842120432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-unshown-its-humble-but-its-simply.html' title='Its unshown, its humble, but its simply there.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-3326563581688396919</id><published>2010-12-06T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:10:12.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>I hate how reality brings us down. I hate how true colours are shown once a bond is formed. Not any bad habits but true colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad I know. Face it or hide from it. I would way prefer confrontation compared to silence avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-3326563581688396919?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3326563581688396919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3326563581688396919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3326563581688396919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-7839980878693712348</id><published>2010-12-05T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T10:33:43.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Short update</title><content type='html'>Short update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell sick for the past 2 days. Mild fever and terrible sore throat. Slept for 3 hours yesterday afternoon and couldn't sleep at night. I had been such a light sleeper lately for some unknown reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tony Romas to celebrate Doon's birthday. The rest went to Lagoon in the morning and I did not join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was alright. The burger was a lil tough though, I would prefer if they use chicken thighs than breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TPr1hUQLcPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/U1CtHyZFs8U/s1600/IMG_0845-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547015843781243122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TPr1hUQLcPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/U1CtHyZFs8U/s320/IMG_0845-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the beef bacon. Yummeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other food pics that I am quite lazy to post up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TPr1hFUztUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/yZLqFk2M03Y/s1600/IMG_0847-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547015839774127426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TPr1hFUztUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/yZLqFk2M03Y/s320/IMG_0847-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some chicken breast and broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TPr1hGzD0xI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BtRONHskIlQ/s1600/IMG_0855-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547015840169448210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TPr1hGzD0xI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BtRONHskIlQ/s320/IMG_0855-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group snapshot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had been watching 'Yee Hoi Hou Ching' lately. Time to catch up with some dramas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that my blog undergo some phase changes, there are moments where I blog so frequently and sometimes it was left abandoned for ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I felt somethings should be kept private and only to be shared with people you trust =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I felt the generation gap where there are things we don't think alike. For me, I don't think of the negative part even before something has arised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday I will. in fact, in a luxury one. =). I don't care what they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be baking carrot cakes tomorrow. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-7839980878693712348?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7839980878693712348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/short-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7839980878693712348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7839980878693712348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/short-update.html' title='Short update'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TPr1hUQLcPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/U1CtHyZFs8U/s72-c/IMG_0845-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-6947367384562214252</id><published>2010-12-03T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:53:14.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eat, pray and love :)</title><content type='html'>I guess all the waiting for exams is finally over. Results out. Happy and dissapointed at the same time. I thought I would nail that subject a distinction, but sadly, a few marks away. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to rant, kinda a lot of eating out, trying new places that I never tried (I do sound jakun I know). But sometimes when you have high expectations on some place, you may seriously end up with some dissapointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have high expectations on myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer course is starting next week and I'm going for a trip in 3 weeks time. weee=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-6947367384562214252?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6947367384562214252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/eat-pray-and-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6947367384562214252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6947367384562214252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/eat-pray-and-love.html' title='eat, pray and love :)'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-9074332242518398065</id><published>2010-11-28T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:26:31.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the results don't reflect what you do.</title><content type='html'>Females are afraid to reveal 2 figures of their life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Their age&lt;br /&gt;2. Their weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I had been feasting a BIT lately but I gotta say I am working out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to step back gradually to how I am last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just run in the genes but then why didn't I inherit the good one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-9074332242518398065?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9074332242518398065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-results-dont-reflect-what-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/9074332242518398065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/9074332242518398065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-results-dont-reflect-what-you-do.html' title='When the results don&apos;t reflect what you do.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-8529006444169482382</id><published>2010-11-26T12:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T13:35:16.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Hade been enjoying holidays so far. Looking forward to the summer course actually. At least its better than rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9El2tvz2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/_IgbM3I-ga4/s1600/IMG_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543725083449610082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9El2tvz2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/_IgbM3I-ga4/s320/IMG_0752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGI Fridays. I think Italianies have a more generous serving and the price is cheaper as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ElvthIeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/n09coCWGE78/s1600/IMG_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543725081569599970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ElvthIeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/n09coCWGE78/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Fong Lye the other day with CC and I think the food is at times a bit overrated. I don't think I would pay 9 bucks for something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ElaxT8_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZvuS5IJX1f0/s1600/IMG_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543725075948368882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ElaxT8_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZvuS5IJX1f0/s320/IMG_0778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sweet potato balls. A bit of dissapointment. Not because of the price but how it taste. Its actually hollow with some glutinous rice inside there. Very little glutinous rice in fact. It would be really good if they at least put some sweet potatoes inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ElG6ZYtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Oad6B8XUdtA/s1600/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543725070617764562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ElG6ZYtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Oad6B8XUdtA/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogoya with Irene the other day. ABC counter. Yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9EkxrTKEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/h81yp1H_l0o/s1600/IMG_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543725064917297218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9EkxrTKEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/h81yp1H_l0o/s320/IMG_0786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our starter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that we don't really appreciate food when its in excess. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9AEIpruCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O1BRZteInRQ/s1600/IMG_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543720106102339618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9AEIpruCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O1BRZteInRQ/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think roses look the best in red. and white roses awesome at the same time. I think in far future I would seriously love a garden wedding in the morning surrounded with white and pale pink flowers and a champagne and red roses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ADxaGszI/AAAAAAAAANs/UMWVp5S14ts/s1600/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543720099862983474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ADxaGszI/AAAAAAAAANs/UMWVp5S14ts/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LV. Someday I will step into there and come out with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ADj6ZEWI/AAAAAAAAANk/mitzoEXVsZ0/s1600/IMG_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543720096240308578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ADj6ZEWI/AAAAAAAAANk/mitzoEXVsZ0/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng, girls bowling session. Summit is a place for cheap movies and cheap bowling. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ADHKeHAI/AAAAAAAAANc/QUFLAZvZEHk/s1600/IMG_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543720088523119618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ADHKeHAI/AAAAAAAAANc/QUFLAZvZEHk/s320/IMG_0811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuen steamboat. I had been feasting for 2 days. and I love the clams and seafood. Yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ACppXPII/AAAAAAAAANU/IiHFfKWdJX0/s1600/IMG_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543720080599628930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9ACppXPII/AAAAAAAAANU/IiHFfKWdJX0/s320/IMG_0814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken wingsss. Its always gone in 30 seconds after its served. Our second helping. Yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now u get why I say I gotta work it out? Ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My body is achinggg. =//. I realised that I don't have the Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows in my Harry Potter collection. Its either I didn't buy the book or I lost the book in my collection. =(. Oh well, gonna get it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hungry right now, been rotting a home carrying a 5 kg dumbell on my each hands and walked around and its HEAVY. its like 10 kgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-8529006444169482382?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8529006444169482382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8529006444169482382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8529006444169482382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TO9El2tvz2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/_IgbM3I-ga4/s72-c/IMG_0752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-2777966483173531013</id><published>2010-11-25T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:39:00.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One decade, sap nin, shi nian, sepuluh tahun.</title><content type='html'>人生有几多个十年？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phrase is definately familair for those who watch tv dramas, i don't know whether the whole phrase uses the right word or not, oh well. you can't blame a BANANA. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Harry Potter is one whole long movie that I would watch every single one of it. The final one wrap up the whole series of the book and I think its really not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freeonlinesmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows_-_Part_1_Movie-338x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://freeonlinesmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows_-_Part_1_Movie-338x500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rate it a 8.5/10 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love random blog hoping, I am not trying to say that I love 'stalking' other people's personal life but since those who decided to start a blog and write, do expect there would be readers, so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realised that how important are friends to me. Someone who you can actually stick close to when there's scary scene in the movie, friends whom u can actually exchange shoes and heels, friends whom u can msn the whole day and talk the same stuff without getting bored, friends that you could call her house few times a day and talk, talk and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends who came to you and gave u a pat and tell u to be strong and telling u that there are many more fishes in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't write any longer now because I am darn sleepy. A 3 bowling game + Harry Potter + steamboat dinner sums up my day. And oh, not to forget, shopping and jogoya the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really going to work it out tomorrow for 2 hours of cardio and resistance. I am SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-2777966483173531013?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2777966483173531013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-decade-sap-nin-shi-nian-sepuluh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2777966483173531013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2777966483173531013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-decade-sap-nin-shi-nian-sepuluh.html' title='One decade, sap nin, shi nian, sepuluh tahun.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-374519623877702704</id><published>2010-11-23T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:54:17.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifeless holiday</title><content type='html'>I need a life. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs27/300W/f/2008/120/4/7/deskt0p_by_lifeless_milieu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs27/300W/f/2008/120/4/7/deskt0p_by_lifeless_milieu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I couldn't be a full time housewife in future because i can barely stay at home for a day without feeling bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to jogoya (again) tomorrow, but then my mood is completely not there for some unknown reason. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-374519623877702704?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/374519623877702704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/lifeless-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/374519623877702704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/374519623877702704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/lifeless-holiday.html' title='lifeless holiday'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-2053121574360011156</id><published>2010-11-19T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:11:49.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Random, as I always do</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to rant, just for the sake of blogging. HAHA. (lame).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering, does anyone here who just came back from some event happily and the next moment your parents ruined everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Raise both legs and hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it doesn't feel good. And I always experience that. I always wonder, as we grow up, the generation gap is something unseen but its there.  I do wish there's no generation gap where you know those good parent-child relationship, I do want it badly. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really hate that is when parents realised they made a mistake, they never said sorry, because they are parents AFTERALL. and money doesn't solve anything though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into university doesn't mean that I am getting more materialistic and going for branded stuffs. How to you consider things as 'branded'? Oh well, A label on a piece of shirt is considered BRANDED too right? *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH, cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TOaeRR-INoI/AAAAAAAAANM/b0zj00lYhJA/s1600/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541290411244926594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TOaeRR-INoI/AAAAAAAAANM/b0zj00lYhJA/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random collection of my toyss. A SMALL part of it. I have around 60+ toys in my room plus sis's one and everyone of them has a name!. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made tiramisu today. Turned out to be too cheesy to my liking but it looks great. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TOaeQ6nq2aI/AAAAAAAAANE/c0kG552HRjE/s1600/155378_461201253550_524863550_5608975_6855915_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541290404976712098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TOaeQ6nq2aI/AAAAAAAAANE/c0kG552HRjE/s320/155378_461201253550_524863550_5608975_6855915_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-2053121574360011156?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2053121574360011156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-as-i-always-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2053121574360011156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2053121574360011156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-as-i-always-do.html' title='Random, as I always do'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TOaeRR-INoI/AAAAAAAAANM/b0zj00lYhJA/s72-c/IMG_0627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-6747027378684168264</id><published>2010-11-19T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:46:31.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope or dream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I never like making wishes, because they never came true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had been on a low self esteem lately. *sighs*. I know I should be cherishing my holidays but I can't sleep when I want to and I am deprived of sleep during exam. Like badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason of my low self esteem? The same old issue, needless to mention. I would love to think about it in a positive way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its almost 1 am and I am friggin hungry. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/calliehor/DSC00437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/calliehor/DSC00437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Pre-u. =( where things get intimate all together. Oh well, uni life is meant to be independent isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-6747027378684168264?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6747027378684168264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/hope-or-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6747027378684168264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6747027378684168264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/hope-or-dream.html' title='Hope or dream?'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-7887700251280227719</id><published>2010-11-14T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:08:01.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a bad bad girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TN-XuxFsKaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/O9kzjfm7IdQ/s1600/74561_452796333550_524863550_5502155_1996910_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539312896395979170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TN-XuxFsKaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/O9kzjfm7IdQ/s320/74561_452796333550_524863550_5502155_1996910_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my skills in understanding things virtually is worst than a 5 year old kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always wonder, how does it feel when you have/can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No curfew&lt;br /&gt;A no limit credit card for you to swap whatever whenever you want&lt;br /&gt;Go for clubbing (Seriously I never had one before).&lt;br /&gt;Not being nagged for something really tiny&lt;br /&gt;Being able to shop like mad and yett, still smart ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahaha, too perfect for a human being, but I guess I don't know what is wrong with me these few days that I felt like depending on my own all the time.&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/3251926625126728008-7887700251280227719?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7887700251280227719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-be-bad-bad-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7887700251280227719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7887700251280227719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-be-bad-bad-girl.html' title='I want to be a bad bad girl'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TN-XuxFsKaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/O9kzjfm7IdQ/s72-c/74561_452796333550_524863550_5502155_1996910_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-466062319425886411</id><published>2010-11-12T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:41:47.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='examination'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It sucks to realised that fact that emotions took over me during the exams. I always thought uni exams should be something that one should not that worry about. Or at least compared to government exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, I went through UPSR, PMR, SPM and A levels. why I just can't make it calm through universities exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I had been slacking. A LOT. during the sem, thanks to the procastination in doing lab reports. but then learning is part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most of my pharmacy, business and engineering friends and oh not to forget, those who didn't take chemistry finished their exams today and able to enjoy their weekend, and while for us. Another hard weekend to go through. I swear, my notes will be 'resting in peace' after 11.45 am on monday, unless I am needing it for some references in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I talked less than 50 words today and 10 rounds of 400 m brisk walking sure does help. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-466062319425886411?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/466062319425886411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-sucks-to-realised-that-fact-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/466062319425886411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/466062319425886411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-sucks-to-realised-that-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-8580282537248706281</id><published>2010-10-31T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:58:37.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How stress took over me.</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I cannot handle stress well, For the past 2 major exams, I had been seeing the doctor. *Touch wood*. Once was during A2 where I got difficulties in breathing which worries me quite a lot and during Uni sem 1 exam where I went to clinic at 3 am. FOOD indigestion due to stress. AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. Digestion had been pretty bad lately. Once I ate McD for early dinner. I mean really early, 5 something almost 6. It feels like I had eaten it minutes back. and its sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Env on tues and I am frigging out now. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-8580282537248706281?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8580282537248706281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-stress-took-over-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8580282537248706281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8580282537248706281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-stress-took-over-me.html' title='How stress took over me.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-3475437334941741680</id><published>2010-10-29T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:20:27.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day of exam started with..</title><content type='html'>...stressing out the whole darn morning for bio after a sleepless night the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...got the bio paper. Tadaaa. @.@ Completely stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Felt super bloated + geram for literally no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Mum bought a lancome sunblock and got a whole lots bunch of lancome stuff. =D and needless to mention the amount of money spent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Got a scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Lost my new pair of fresh opened lens. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Super stressed with the upcoming env.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-3475437334941741680?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3475437334941741680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-first-day-of-exam-started-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3475437334941741680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3475437334941741680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-first-day-of-exam-started-with.html' title='My first day of exam started with..'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-6568033372365673029</id><published>2010-10-25T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:19:43.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thoughts'/><title type='text'>Rubber band.</title><content type='html'>The current me is like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;a rubber band stretched to the max, snapping off anytime if I am still stretching it further&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I blogged literally everyday. Aha. I don't know why, but then it feels good to express your stress and whatever rubbish into your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I do think of the silly things that happened back in pre-u. The moments where things may be completely different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things may be good that it happened the way it was. What I can say is after this lesson. I start to stereotype on something. Something really bad. In fact, what I can say is, I learn a valuable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to thermodynamics. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-6568033372365673029?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6568033372365673029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/rubber-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6568033372365673029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/6568033372365673029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/rubber-band.html' title='Rubber band.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-914243516916788480</id><published>2010-10-24T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:22:40.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>Biology is almost done. Finally. ENV is still under progress. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workout on the treadmill for 45 mins today. Sweat like crazzie and stepped on the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. I gained weight. I know its a typical dilemma for those who worked out and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my thigh muscles are sore. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big pimple popped out on my chin. Thanks to stress. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-914243516916788480?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/914243516916788480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/progress_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/914243516916788480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/914243516916788480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/progress_24.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-7050599661032610856</id><published>2010-10-23T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:55:59.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study for long hours = good results?</title><content type='html'>People are always skeptical about things like "how you get your good grades since you don't study and play most of the time?''. Hello. People won't tell you "hey I am going to study now and stuffs''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, I believe there are  people who can do so but I am sadly not one of them. Being average as I always do. I definately couldn't stay up till midnight and having just a couple or 2 hours of sleep and go for exam the next day. Hell no. I would rather not familarize with some parts than sacrificing my sleep. Ahahah. And oh well, you may be just lucky not having that question out in the exam right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back in Inti days where the first day of A2 was a total killer and ultimate presure knowing that I have to score well in the 2 papers in order to bring up my frgging bio and maths. I made it for bio scoring A for the 2 papers and Having biology 4 and maths 1 on the same day is disastrous. I remember falling sick right after the exam and my head feels being fried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second semester exam is just in a couple of days and I am still preparing for it. Sigh. Not a bad progress but I certainly need a break. Left 3-4 chaps on env and genetic part for bio. Chem started halfway and I am procastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not bring my laptop back this weekend to seremban to complete my remaining bio and environment chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. I need a nap. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-7050599661032610856?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7050599661032610856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/study-for-long-hours-good-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7050599661032610856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7050599661032610856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/study-for-long-hours-good-results.html' title='Study for long hours = good results?'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-3609413833808639264</id><published>2010-10-20T10:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:30:24.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>The progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TL5RkRKZ-xI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LhOmNN90h9E/s1600/IMG_0607-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529947075981736722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TL5RkRKZ-xI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LhOmNN90h9E/s320/IMG_0607-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, think at the brighter side makes you feel that a change is ain't that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study break? Its under progress. Not to say very good, but. acceptable. You can't expect me to face-textbook every single hour in my study break isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just follow the flow. Why get stressed up when you see others got stressed up? Its yourself anyway. You score and study for yourself and not for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short. I may not be a bright student that scores HD all the time. But then I am who I am. Sometimes, jealously and 'kiasu' ness really bring you no where. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Not refering to anyone. As I say, my own thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-3609413833808639264?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3609413833808639264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3609413833808639264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3609413833808639264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/progress.html' title='The progress'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TL5RkRKZ-xI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LhOmNN90h9E/s72-c/IMG_0607-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-9091087186072128711</id><published>2010-10-17T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:29:35.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idol'/><title type='text'>Of naps, studies, and idolisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just woke up from a 2-hour nap and I know 2 hours is more like a deep sleep rather than a nap. Gonna hug on to my coffee for the next whole month. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to my high school days, studies and idolisation don't go along well. Like really. But then back then, going to wherever my idol goes has been a norm. If you don't know who my idol is, its Nicholas Teo. I seldom mentioned it to people though. The years and years of support. Long story back then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact, my uni friends were pretty shocked hearing that I was so into him back then and showed them the mv during karaoke left them shocked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why? Because it doesn't look like ME at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You will know why, after watching this MV. Spot me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4y7cNRSeMzQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4y7cNRSeMzQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gotta admit, I changed a lot since then. I guess the changes really started when I started wearing contact lens. I am a girl with glasses for like 9 years before I am able to persuade my parents to let me wear contacts for the first time? And I am loving it more than ever. It sort of changed my life. and when dad always ask me did I bring my glasses along to uni? Erm, no. The probability of my lens falling/torn into 2 is pretty low. Though it DID happened back in college. My lens actually torn into 2 for I don't know what reason and I ended up wearing contacts one sided and didn't bring my glasses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess another phase in my life would happen if I am ever able to lose the extra baggages in me. Its hard and it has always been a struggle. Oh well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most annoying part ever is when you see your relatives every chinese new year and they were saying that 'ohhh, you grown bigger' when you did not. Heck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who the society always think that a girl who is tall and slightly curvy is intidimating? I didn't wear any 6-inch heels and I am in my regular shorts+top?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stress is getting me tensed up. SHALL Study now orelse I will regret when the result is out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-9091087186072128711?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9091087186072128711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/of-naps-studies-and-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/9091087186072128711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/9091087186072128711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/of-naps-studies-and-food.html' title='Of naps, studies, and idolisation'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-3602002021695822852</id><published>2010-10-16T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:18:56.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starring blankly</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I do ask, what the heck do I really want? What is my life leading me to? Why am I heck undecisive in the things I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam in like in 10 days time? and I am hogging to my laptop blogging at the moment and went for movie and enjoying food and sleep? Sigh. At times, I seriously don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been in a sort of self denial in how much calorie intake and self images and stuff. I don't know why, I sometimes ask myself, is it that hard to just accept the way I am? Big, tall and erm, BIG? This issue does bother me a lot, I don't mind being tall, But then I mind being large. Look intidimating beside people who are way slimmer than I am. I tried, but I failed most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams has been a really killer. It got me emotional at times for not being able to understand what the heck I am reading. Headaches visit me regularly and last time when one panadol can do its job, I need 2 or 3 now and the pain last for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard. and blogging seems to be a task for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Marley and Me in Star Movies today and cried at the end. Heck. I didn't expect myself to sob till that extend. Was really glad that I'm alone in the hall and there's only sis at home. Sometimes its just normal to show your emotions, but be it at the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 20 isn't that bad afterall. But mentally and physically mature? Maybe. I am already physically mature. Mentally too I guess. At times I just don't understand, why some people can be so immature regardless how old is she/he? Studies shows that guys get mature wayy later than girls, which I really do agree. So girls, get yourself a mature guy. Not someone where he have to depend on you and childishly get emotionally down for some silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I do wonder, how big a gap should be? We always talked bout that in Uni. When we mentioned that 'ohh, we can accept a range between 5-15 years'. How true is it? We never know. When I was out today, I saw a middle aged man and a young pretty women sitting together facing each other having lunch. At the first glance, it sure does look like a father and daughter, but apparently they are couple. A at least 20 years gap is just wayy to big, unless he don't look like 20 years older than you, its a different case all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaping into year 2 doesn't mean I am getting old. I am just getting ready to face the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to books. =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-3602002021695822852?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3602002021695822852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/starring-blankly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3602002021695822852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3602002021695822852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/starring-blankly.html' title='Starring blankly'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-4355332384281799867</id><published>2010-10-10T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:28:03.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TLHKH1sSQaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SQQGHy3mscc/s1600/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time would actually stop as it is now. I hate deadlines, assignments and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TLHKHky3DlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SqFRpq2SgrU/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526420449245204050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TLHKHky3DlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SqFRpq2SgrU/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow miss the times we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TLHKHFtz8JI/AAAAAAAAAME/6bq4U1Bi8GU/s1600/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526420440902529170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TLHKHFtz8JI/AAAAAAAAAME/6bq4U1Bi8GU/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the camwhores we did. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. This supposed to be an emo post actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly frankly speaking, I had been slaking. Ask me chemistry, I would be err, ermm and stuffs. Trust me man. I am slacking and lacking of things to blog, though there are thousands of things running in my mind, I am sometimes just to shy to blog it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably I am afraid to express how I feel bout things, in another words, worried bout what people think about me. I am lacking of self confidence. and self-image. Lack of darn determination (I failed my diet plan again).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like broken promises or things when you just intend to mention to grab our attention, the next moment, its not mentioned anymore, infact, you are afraid when this topic was brought up. Then why the heck you made me damn happy for the past few months? Just tell the truth to my face and i will friggin understand that though. Hiding is not the ultimate solution. I don't mind not having one. Like seriously. Just that I hate false hopes. I don't care, if you ever come across and read it and confront me for whatever I wrote here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times, I just wonder, did I made the right choice for not going further away from home. Choosing some place where I could learn what is self-independence is all about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time passes, you would realise a person's true colour. Its not that the person changes, its just that you know how much you worth for that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-4355332384281799867?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4355332384281799867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4355332384281799867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4355332384281799867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TLHKHky3DlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SqFRpq2SgrU/s72-c/IMG_0595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-807843978294696250</id><published>2010-09-28T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:05:06.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay. I don't know what to do, what to say. ahh, whatever.</title><content type='html'>Ok, probably its time of the month. Or stuffs but then my mood sure does swing at the wrong time. Cool, I am insomnia at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get crappy, at times. Oh well, life sure does go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal assignments and lab reports and I gotta admit, I got poor time management. I am not sure how I am going through this semester 2 exam. I hope things will just turn up great. Environment had been a killer to me. I love them, sadly they don't really love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I wish, at times when I could just pick up a number and dial up. Too bad, all those dial-able numbers are not at their respective homes, urm (overseas I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I am just. LOST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-807843978294696250?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/807843978294696250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-i-dont-know-what-to-do-what-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/807843978294696250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/807843978294696250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-i-dont-know-what-to-do-what-to-say.html' title='Okay. I don&apos;t know what to do, what to say. ahh, whatever.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-2617658283439501481</id><published>2010-09-23T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T11:35:05.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monash Ball post. DELAYED</title><content type='html'>I am busy. As usual. with 3 reports and 1 major essay due. Holiday is not going to be a fun onw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time blogging in the library perhaps. Aftyer getting sick with reports and waiting for lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The karaoke session and dinner for Zi Mei's birthday and Jogoya next tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I feast too much? Probably. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-2617658283439501481?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2617658283439501481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/monash-ball-post-delayed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2617658283439501481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/2617658283439501481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/monash-ball-post-delayed.html' title='Monash Ball post. DELAYED'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-7530207370524048601</id><published>2010-09-17T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:16:31.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>I could just sleep now and no chem class and env tutorial tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monash Ball is tomorrow and I know I should be sleeping, but then, I just can't sleep for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny incident happened today. We went to mx's house for pre ball makeover and realised that I didn't bring my glowing lotion. So I thought its at home la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home, ransacked my whole room, finding the stuffs all over the room, including the corners that I don't think it would possibly be there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cool. I went to the pharmacy, thought of getting another one. Too bad, they don't have it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I am on my quest of finding the darn tube of lotion again. I got so fustrated and I almost gave up. Until when I thought of packing my stuffs into a carry bag for tomorrow's ball, the tube was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cool. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its lame. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Updates bout Monash ball the next entry. Looking forward to it though. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-7530207370524048601?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7530207370524048601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7530207370524048601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7530207370524048601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-5878220654573595627</id><published>2010-08-27T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:39:31.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we simply doing what we want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mcpasd.k12.wi.us/kms/Web_Clip_Art/images/DOCTOR_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.mcpasd.k12.wi.us/kms/Web_Clip_Art/images/DOCTOR_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember back in standard 1, when they ask about ambitions and what naive kids like us put are doctor, teacher? and oh, I remember putting model as last option. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA (lame). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I remember a couple of us put that and that was like what? history. Back then, we are just merely 7 year old kids. But as we grow, we thought of endless career that we want to try. and I thought of one career that I could try all sorts of career, which is acting. Sounds a lil weird but imagine portraying all sorts of character you once wished you could?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, I guess back to reality as when we grow older, we start to think what out future would be and mine would probably be FOOD. Hahaha. My aim in 10 years time is to graduate and work in a multinational food company and in the position where I could meet people from all over the world. Probably at the marketing + research and PR I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignments are killing. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-5878220654573595627?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5878220654573595627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-we-simply-doing-what-we-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/5878220654573595627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/5878220654573595627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-we-simply-doing-what-we-want.html' title='Are we simply doing what we want?'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-4389649768877447948</id><published>2010-08-09T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T18:29:57.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cycle repeats</title><content type='html'>I don't like it. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blog layout but don't have the time to relink yet. WILL DO IT ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into the 4th week of uni. Things are getting haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pics do the talking. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TF_Xmp3XeXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lSCHtr6ujCE/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503354328743115122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TF_Xmp3XeXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lSCHtr6ujCE/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bears behind mei xin's car while we're on the way to ee tien's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TF_Xl4egN9I/AAAAAAAAALs/44eIZKyXtS8/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503354315485493202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TF_Xl4egN9I/AAAAAAAAALs/44eIZKyXtS8/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field trip for ENV unit. My first time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TF_XllFNzeI/AAAAAAAAALk/X1sAmoyFAeo/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503354310279155170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TF_XllFNzeI/AAAAAAAAALk/X1sAmoyFAeo/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenji buffet. Who can resist good food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TF_XlD6_WMI/AAAAAAAAALc/znROiaGw3lM/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503354301377894594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TF_XlD6_WMI/AAAAAAAAALc/znROiaGw3lM/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it looks better than its taste. I would prefer Jogoya though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget. Most of my besties are now overseas. The two ladies in the picture are in Indonesia and Canada now. I miss the times we had breakfast and work together. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TF_XkolQfvI/AAAAAAAAALU/8JDmOwJSBVI/s1600/IMG_0005-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503354294038986482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TF_XkolQfvI/AAAAAAAAALU/8JDmOwJSBVI/s320/IMG_0005-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-4389649768877447948?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4389649768877447948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/cycle-repeats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4389649768877447948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4389649768877447948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/cycle-repeats.html' title='The cycle repeats'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TF_Xmp3XeXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lSCHtr6ujCE/s72-c/IMG_0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1013537457258899836</id><published>2010-07-25T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:53:18.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inti'/><title type='text'>The day we grew 4 inches taller and catching up with good ol' days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEv6Uylf-XI/AAAAAAAAALM/MN2qoLnLGPo/s1600/IMG_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497763005219207538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEv6Uylf-XI/AAAAAAAAALM/MN2qoLnLGPo/s320/IMG_1498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss this girl. Future dermatologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to sit together, eat together, toilet together, talking bout 'File' together, trip together, shop together and crap all sorts of nonsense together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I used to wear high heels back in Inti days, asking my fellow classmates in my class to wear along. I sort of miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a avid fan of heels, though I know I am rather tall. And wearing heels itself make me look intimidating and huge. But who can resist the love for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad ask me 'are you going to open a shoe store or what?' shoeboxes are stacking up in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pyramid during our friggin 5 hours break as there's no tutorial. We watched Inception and watching how Leonardo Dicaprio changes from the way he used to look in Titanic. From a young man into a urm, mature, sophisticated one perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how gracefully will we age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEv3UGJF_TI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZeOmHRltiIA/s1600/IMG_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497759694754020658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEv3UGJF_TI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZeOmHRltiIA/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ran back and broke a couple of road rules on the way back because we're rushing for a class at 3pm. Jam at pyramid at 2 something? you must be kidding and you're stuck in the middle of the jam at 2.40? oh no man. and Monash is just 5 mins drive away minus the jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1013537457258899836?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1013537457258899836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-we-grew-4-inches-taller-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1013537457258899836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1013537457258899836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-we-grew-4-inches-taller-and.html' title='The day we grew 4 inches taller and catching up with good ol&apos; days'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEv6Uylf-XI/AAAAAAAAALM/MN2qoLnLGPo/s72-c/IMG_1498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-1877041418083201421</id><published>2010-07-18T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:40:07.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comfort. as much as I need it.</title><content type='html'>A little on the moody blues side now, for I dunno what reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingering in the living hall, watching Journey to the West II, I don't know how many times I had been watching this but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from IKEA. Its crowded. Like seriously. Probably due to sales. Bought one t-shirt from Brand's outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to try the Japanese crepe and the dunno what kok kok (some crispy thingy) but oh well, some day. I guess I really need some comfort food now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEMCax3MXnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DkDEqhscAjI/s1600/IMG_7610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495238629406826098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEMCax3MXnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DkDEqhscAjI/s320/IMG_7610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots from baking chocolate cakes last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni is starting tomorrow and no more waking up late and drooling on dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its weird when i don't feel like shopping nowadays. I used to be really into shopping and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to my myvi. Soon.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-1877041418083201421?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1877041418083201421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/comfort-as-much-as-i-need-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1877041418083201421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/1877041418083201421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/comfort-as-much-as-i-need-it.html' title='comfort. as much as I need it.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEMCax3MXnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DkDEqhscAjI/s72-c/IMG_7610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-3089803775188504367</id><published>2010-07-17T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:12:07.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me. As the usual me.</title><content type='html'>Lively holidays I supposed, lazing around, group trips and outings sums it all. Not a bad way to end my holidays. Eating spree I supposed. I think I ate a lot during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, the buddies program for orientation was awesome. My body is still aching from those running and activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang trip and genting trip was awesome. Luxury hotel filled with heritage and local food. Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am lacking of ideas how to blog. I remember how I used to blog every event I go, updating my weekly routines and stuff. Now, I just prefer to keep things by myself. Or another word. I am simply lazy. Afterall, a picture speaks a thousand words. But then I guess my facebook photos speaks a million or a billion words then. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEFg-LvXznI/AAAAAAAAAK0/t0t7I9hsLcE/s1600/IMG_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494779641788354162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEFg-LvXznI/AAAAAAAAAK0/t0t7I9hsLcE/s320/IMG_1490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we look not bad in nerd look. I permed my hair. again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEFg90YoGnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Lv_dTSy9_ts/s1600/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494779635518937714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEFg90YoGnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Lv_dTSy9_ts/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penang food. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEFg9RgwBAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hfb7mry6kuw/s1600/IMG_1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494779626157769730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEFg9RgwBAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hfb7mry6kuw/s320/IMG_1312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling bored while posing in the dressing room in a hotel we stayed in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEFg8zMcbuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-0tP3326jxg/s1600/IMG_1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494779618019536610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEFg8zMcbuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-0tP3326jxg/s320/IMG_1286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that they have awesome buffets in the hotel we stayed? Oh and its complimentary for two consecutive mornings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uni is starting next week and I am feeling lazy. And since they mentioned sem 1 is like peanuts, sem 2 would be worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results was out last thurs. Glad that I meet my expectations. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-3089803775188504367?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3089803775188504367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-as-usual-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3089803775188504367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3089803775188504367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-as-usual-me.html' title='Me. As the usual me.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TEFg-LvXznI/AAAAAAAAAK0/t0t7I9hsLcE/s72-c/IMG_1490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-4334588304633940137</id><published>2010-07-10T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:13:30.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thoughts'/><title type='text'>My blog</title><content type='html'>Lame title, but I always asked myself, why did I start a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog started back in form 3 where I just to blurt whatsoever I felt and those events I go during Mr Teo's era. and I think back then, my blog is like blogging bout him? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow up, my blogs are more to personal thoughts, why and stuffs and since I entered uni, I blog bout uni life literally which is pretty like a norm, reports and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I changed a lot, my mum said a became a lil materialistic la, going for branded stuffs. Err, I think treating myself with occasional branded stuff is okay, at least I don't own a LV bag at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go, seriously. How I miss the times that Irene was back here and we chatted for hours in the phone and now to just skype with her itself is hard task. All the quarrels, tears and outings made our bond stronger, we shared literally everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to pre u in inti like a pre-exposure to me. I start to get addicted with shoes, especially heels and when I start to get independent and travel around subang-sunway-kl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting people that made my life different. How different? Its just simply different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni life is memorable, in a way I enjoy every moment of it, facing my computer for long hours just to complete my assignment. Procastinating is like a norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get slightly more materialistic, I got more realistic too. Like seriously. Don't ask me why, but trust me, don't let people think themselves are too good for you, they seriously don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-4334588304633940137?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4334588304633940137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4334588304633940137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4334588304633940137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-blog.html' title='My blog'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-8617479075696818627</id><published>2010-06-27T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:41:59.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over with the first part, 5 more to go.</title><content type='html'>Semester exam is pretty much over. Not to say excel with it, but its pretty a relief. Once I ask myself, did I regret for not taking up medic? Part of me yes, partly no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my fst lecturer mentioned, A doctor can kill one person's life at one time, but a food scientist can kill thousands at once. Why? Figure it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monash, as glamourous as it sounds, the student's life ain't that glamourous afterall. But knowing people that you least expect, bonds are formed and broken as time goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I torn my left ligament? Sounds pretty clumsy. Yes I am and how did I tear it? Long embarassing story behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb8whArZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/RO_frHi01N8/s1600/27041_389967901505_502726505_3915359_6125249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487351106422662978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb8whArZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/RO_frHi01N8/s320/27041_389967901505_502726505_3915359_6125249_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting "cute" in the link bridge that link from the lab to the office. Looks a little retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb8wP5yIzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qCCokpcoeyA/s1600/32442_439877317655_610477655_5713682_48901_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb8AiHTArI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQRfB_Idq5w/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487350282085139122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb8AiHTArI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uQRfB_Idq5w/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 arms kuan yin. Looks not bad ey? but the coolest thing is we got a cool demo. Hahaha. Not all demo are that cool kay? some are pretty *cough* arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb8ACYiAaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RK7Sz7fGfJE/s1600/IMG_0977-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487350273567490466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb8ACYiAaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RK7Sz7fGfJE/s320/IMG_0977-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing international friends. I just realised that most of my coursemates are indonesians. Leng zai's and leng lui banyak tau. *Grins. Till now, I still don't know how many over here is my coursemates. But I'll soon know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb7_h2Y_zI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MSM4JRRMSOw/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487350264834359090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb7_h2Y_zI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MSM4JRRMSOw/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a lecturer that could remember almost everyone's name in the lecturer all and all obsessed with his insects. Wanna train an entomologist out from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb7_Nw1x7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/F4sx5nkjOQQ/s1600/30423_388088568550_524863550_4030175_4583988_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487350259442370482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb7_Nw1x7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/F4sx5nkjOQQ/s320/30423_388088568550_524863550_4030175_4583988_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a sort of cool demo that hangs out with us for dinner and celebrations. And sharing thoughts over in msn and bugging him to teach me how to answer my lab questions in my lab report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb7-4QETaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BiwzZFnIhJM/s1600/29818_389413963550_524863550_4055118_6188653_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487350253667765666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb7-4QETaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BiwzZFnIhJM/s320/29818_389413963550_524863550_4055118_6188653_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having long sessions of biology lab and the lab demo almost screw u most of the time. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, I'm living a lifeless holiday rite now. Gotta find something to do. Toy story 3 was a touching. I like the storyline and it gets a lil emotional at the back part there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-8617479075696818627?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8617479075696818627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/over-with-first-part-5-more-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8617479075696818627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/8617479075696818627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/over-with-first-part-5-more-to-go.html' title='Over with the first part, 5 more to go.'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/TCb8whArZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/RO_frHi01N8/s72-c/27041_389967901505_502726505_3915359_6125249_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-3456757022895491425</id><published>2010-05-30T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:51:24.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A</title><content type='html'>Like I always do. I am pretty lazy to update blogs nowdays. Probably the fact that facing computer more than I face my books makes me feel lazier to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life had been pretty good. I gotta say life in Monash is pretty fun la. and my exam is coming in like err, 2 weeks time and I am still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lately my facebook is loaded with pics from lab sessions and lectures and outside monash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sem 1 is going to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A from now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-3456757022895491425?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3456757022895491425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3456757022895491425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3456757022895491425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/mia.html' title='M.I.A'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-4970308423284886161</id><published>2010-05-20T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:50:21.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A levels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inti'/><title type='text'>What friends are for</title><content type='html'>they listen to all sorts of your craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharing your deepest secrets that you'll never thought this person would be the onw knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk bout the same topic again and again and again but you'll never feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the relationship is like a symbiosis mutualism and commensalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just give you suprise at the time you least expect. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-4970308423284886161?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4970308423284886161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-friends-are-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4970308423284886161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/4970308423284886161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-friends-are-for.html' title='What friends are for'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-3078335995935355706</id><published>2010-05-12T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:03:39.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse</title><content type='html'>It felt like a unbreakable curse, but I knew I can break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am able to do so back then, why not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality. For real. This time. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-3078335995935355706?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3078335995935355706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/curse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3078335995935355706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/3078335995935355706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/curse.html' title='Curse'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251926625126728008.post-7417671871812503357</id><published>2010-05-10T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:15:02.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PES</title><content type='html'>Which refers to Pre Exam Syndrome to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lappie had been my best friend since uni starts which I literally couldn't suvive without my lappie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after next week I am officially ditching it for my own good, allowing myself to do whatever rubbish in an hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mood swing got pretty bad. I mean kinda bad. I could go all talkative one moment and all emo the next. And for those who felt my quietness and emoness, I'm not trying to tell how much I don't like to talk to you but its just I don't feel like talking at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My updates are usually on my Facebook. And one hilarious thing is I see mother's day wishes in facebook. I just don't know why, as we grow older, we just find it hard to express the '3 word, 8 letters' word to our parents. Its just me or it applies to everyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251926625126728008-7417671871812503357?l=chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7417671871812503357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/pes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7417671871812503357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251926625126728008/posts/default/7417671871812503357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapters-of-herlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/pes.html' title='PES'/><author><name>Callie Hor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167468732486666357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHfNjU1MWJM/SWMVp63KcrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BizFpieenRQ/S220/IMG_9589.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
