<?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-9039896</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:33:58.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splash!</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my personal weblog, a place where I dump all the junk in my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-113384815004559107</id><published>2005-12-06T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><summary type='text'>I am continuing this blog at another site!It's ComplicatedFarewell, Splash!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/113384815004559107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=113384815004559107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/113384815004559107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/113384815004559107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/12/moved.html' title='Moved!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-113329873788810537</id><published>2005-11-30T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:12.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent events</title><summary type='text'>Some recent pictures for your viewing pleasure.Halloween Trick-or-Treating 31 October 200517th Annual Popsicle Bridge Competition - ETLC 17th November 2005That's our bridge! (only held 372 N though...our top base wasn't strong enough!)One of the bridges being tested...you can see the member failure at the top.Another bridgeThis bridge was a joke...it was disqualified haha! But they still tested </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/113329873788810537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=113329873788810537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/113329873788810537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/113329873788810537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/11/recent-events.html' title='Recent events'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-113235375150523500</id><published>2005-11-19T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:12.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, eh?</title><summary type='text'>Ello, ello!I am as busy as a bee. I am so pre-occupied with life that I find no time to write a few words about it, haha! Just kidding.School has really kept me busy all this time. I had exams, reports, projects, competitions...you name it. It is exhausting but worth the effort. Recently, I competed in the 17th Annual Popsicle Bridge Competition. I spent two days not sleeping trying to complete </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/113235375150523500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=113235375150523500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/113235375150523500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/113235375150523500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/11/eh-eh.html' title='Eh, eh?'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112950498200361885</id><published>2005-10-17T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:12.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get lost in the Corn Maze!</title><summary type='text'>On Friday evening (October 14), we went on a trip to the Edmonton Corn Maze. Imagine a huge corn field being turned into a maze. Ho ho!There were at least 30 of us I think. This event was organized by the International Center. Yee Ying thought that there would be spooky things in the maze to scare us. When we arrived there, we realized that, unlike a haunted house, it was all about getting lost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112950498200361885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112950498200361885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112950498200361885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112950498200361885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/10/get-lost-in-corn-maze.html' title='Get lost in the Corn Maze!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112926735687496566</id><published>2005-10-14T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:11.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back?</title><summary type='text'>Haha. It's been three weeks since my last post. I have a feeling that this space of mine will be collecting dust and cob webs for the next few months. What to do ... I am a busy person, haha! Busy with school, of course ...Anyway, I will just update a little on my birthday celebration and other minor events that took place after that.On the morning of September 28, I received a "surprise". Well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112926735687496566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112926735687496566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112926735687496566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112926735687496566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back?'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112768940823339729</id><published>2005-09-26T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:11.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impending</title><summary type='text'>I feel that something big and sudden is going to happen soon. The half-yellow-half-green trees says it all. Winter is approaching.And I am not too happy about it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112768940823339729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112768940823339729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112768940823339729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112768940823339729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/09/impending.html' title='Impending'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112758260005533911</id><published>2005-09-25T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:11.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fuck proudly friends: Fuck loudly"</title><summary type='text'>An eye-catching, attention-seeking (oh yeah) article in the university newsletter had the following title: "Fuck proudly friends: fuck loudly" &lt;-- (click to read).Enjoy :P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112758260005533911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112758260005533911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112758260005533911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112758260005533911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuck-proudly-friends-fuck-loudly.html' title='&quot;Fuck proudly friends: Fuck loudly&quot;'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112758203211937190</id><published>2005-09-25T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:11.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are so asian-ized!</title><summary type='text'>We took the bus home last night after a full evening of shopping. It was the last bus i think, and so it was more packed than usual. My friends and I sat at the back near the exit. A group of Chinese-born-Canadians (we call them CBCs) sat right at the back of us, next to a few other Caucasians.Throughout the whole journey, they were making more noise than a pasar malam could. The girl sitting on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112758203211937190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112758203211937190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112758203211937190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112758203211937190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-are-so-asian-ized.html' title='You are so asian-ized!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112647288100234283</id><published>2005-09-12T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:10.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to studying</title><summary type='text'>Haha. I haven't had the time to write since I got back. For now, I am using the wireless internet at university. However, it gets a little twitchy. Seriously, I am hoping my cable internet gets here as soon as possible. My laptop is currently in the living room because the wireless reception is much better than in my room upstairs.Nothing much to report actually. After all, it is my third year, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112647288100234283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112647288100234283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112647288100234283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112647288100234283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-studying.html' title='Back to studying'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112539786848225738</id><published>2005-08-30T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:10.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jetplane, I will be coming back again haha!</title><summary type='text'>Lalala.Another 15 hours before I leave Malaysian soil. Will be up in the air for ... gosh. Let's not count.I am excited to go back to school (long holidays with much-to-die-for-food make brain cells go dormant). Then again, I will miss my cosy room, the clean bathroom, the airy living hall and my cute garden at the balcony ... I will miss my sister's wacky weird annoyance. I will miss mum and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112539786848225738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112539786848225738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112539786848225738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112539786848225738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/08/leaving-on-jetplane-i-will-be-coming.html' title='Leaving on a jetplane, I will be coming back again haha!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112494371158475379</id><published>2005-08-25T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:10.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 more days</title><summary type='text'>Six more days till my gruelling journey back to Canada begins. It is, like always, very tiring. Just sitting in the plane staring at the video screen is tiring. And I feel that transit hours are there to make people bored (seriously). Ugh.The writing mood did not kick in until this morning when I realized I only have six days left at home. Now it feels as though three months had passed by in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112494371158475379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112494371158475379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112494371158475379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112494371158475379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/08/6-more-days.html' title='6 more days'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112393258919663418</id><published>2005-08-13T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:10.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><summary type='text'>Tee hee hee. I got tagged by Teng.Total volume of music files on my PC:Whoa... I didn't know I had that much songs in my comp O.o5.19GB; 1,523 songs; 70 folders ...The last CD I bought:Jim Brickman's Ballads. I was at MPH at The Curve when I listened to the first song of this album. That song reminded me of a very old, but nice cartoon (Fern Gully) that I watched when I was younger.Song Playing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112393258919663418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112393258919663418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112393258919663418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112393258919663418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112383989833726152</id><published>2005-08-12T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:10.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me, but don't tell me who I have to be</title><summary type='text'>We decided to watch CAMP instead of Stealth, and I must say, it was nice :)It is not everyone's cup of tea. For those who love musicals, this is a nice simple show. I have never felt so touched by songs before until I watched this movie. It is just something in the way they portrayed youth's trials and tribulations. I would like to share my favourite song from this movie here. The lyrics are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112383989833726152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112383989833726152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112383989833726152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112383989833726152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-me-but-dont-tell-me-who-i-have-to.html' title='Love me, but don&apos;t tell me who I have to be'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112341038445420354</id><published>2005-08-07T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:09.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She doesn't understand</title><summary type='text'>"Why? Fall in love already ah?""Don't mess around until you graduate! After you have no heart to study."When are they going to stop giving me false hope? When I was in high school, puppy love was inevitable, and so I understood why they advised me before. They told me to wait till university. Now I am in university, and they tell me to wait till I'm working. Shit happens, but hey, you can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112341038445420354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112341038445420354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112341038445420354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112341038445420354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/08/she-doesnt-understand.html' title='She doesn&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112291087514396103</id><published>2005-08-01T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:09.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Always</title><summary type='text'>I remember reading a very intelligent write-up on life and death. How we remember the living who are famous? How do we remember those who are dead? It was an argument on which leaves a deeper and more meaningful imprint on others. I do not have the article with me now, but I will post it up when I am back in Canada.Recently, a friend's friend passed away. He was the only son. Drowned. Some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112291087514396103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112291087514396103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112291087514396103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112291087514396103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/08/remember-always.html' title='Remember Always'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112274422591479546</id><published>2005-07-31T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:23:09.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind these eyes</title><summary type='text'>One is off-limits. One is impossible.I walk down the same road each time you come into my life, . It is a blessing to have come across your acquaintance but now I realize I care for you more than a friend could do.I wake up in the morning and to see you next to me. But it is only a dream.I go to sleep at night feeling your presence. But it is only my desire.Questions. Answers. Will they ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112274422591479546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112274422591479546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112274422591479546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112274422591479546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/behind-these-eyes.html' title='Behind these eyes'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112248683326506998</id><published>2005-07-28T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:30.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science and its manifestations</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from 1u TGV cinema. We were playing pool at first, but somehow we decided abruptly to watch the 10.45 p.m. show - The Island.The movie is fine. Maybe the ending was sort of the happy-ever-after kind. Nevertheless, no matter how bad the production of a movie is, I believe every movie depicts a scenario whereby lessons in life come into the picture. Wars, destruction, the shadows of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112248683326506998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112248683326506998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112248683326506998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112248683326506998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/science-and-its-manifestations.html' title='Science and its manifestations'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112248947237740797</id><published>2005-07-27T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:30.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><summary type='text'>It was scorching hot in the late afternoon, but I needed to sink myself in water. I went for a swim down at the pool by myself since someone was lazy to even change into her swimming outfit. Anyway, I have not gone swimming for weeks since my last routined evening swims.I took a longer route instead of the usual bypass through the carpark. It felt nice to be around the lush trees and the pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112248947237740797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112248947237740797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112248947237740797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112248947237740797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112239287009666117</id><published>2005-07-26T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:30.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why never choose me?</title><summary type='text'>The following conversation has been edited for viewers' convenience. . .Friend: One thing I like about my girlfriend ah ... she is very cincai wan.Me: Oh? Cincai in what sense leh?Friend: She does not have high expectations lor. For example, she doesn't expect me to bring her out everyday, lavish her with gifts, and pay her bills. Me: Ohhh ... eh? I also very cincai what. Why you never choose me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112239287009666117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112239287009666117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112239287009666117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112239287009666117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-never-choose-me.html' title='Why never choose me?'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112235027651017517</id><published>2005-07-26T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:30.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be your friend!</title><summary type='text'>I am wary of girls who try to get extremely close to me when they make my acquaintance. I know they are nice people, but too nice, and too fast is too scary. Seriously.I have experienced this twice. First, it was my Korean housemate in Canada but that was "old story" because she had some attitude as well. Then, I had to hide myself from my friend's ex-girlfriend (I have yet to talk to her since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112235027651017517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112235027651017517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112235027651017517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112235027651017517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-want-to-be-your-friend.html' title='I want to be your friend!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112209892824942523</id><published>2005-07-23T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:30.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrequited</title><summary type='text'>*edited with pictures*There were some minor changes to the clubbing plans. Last night, I thought we were heading to Zouk but someone else suggested that we should go to Loft. Either way, I just wanted to get out and take things off my mind because I know that I would be having another sleepless night if I stayed at home with all these crazy thoughts encircling my head. I thought it would be best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112209892824942523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112209892824942523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112209892824942523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112209892824942523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/unrequited.html' title='Unrequited'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112196324564947611</id><published>2005-07-22T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:29.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><summary type='text'>I feel so helpless,mum. What more can I do to lift the burden off your shoulders? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112196324564947611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112196324564947611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112196324564947611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112196324564947611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112187436159523000</id><published>2005-07-20T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:29.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphoric instinct</title><summary type='text'>I found this at Gina's. Something to ponder over...interesting metaphor of love... LOVE is much like a dam: if you allow a tiny crack to form though which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure, and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current. For when those walls come down, then love takes over, and it no longer matters what is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112187436159523000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112187436159523000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112187436159523000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112187436159523000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/metaphoric-instinct.html' title='Metaphoric instinct'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112176814420720630</id><published>2005-07-19T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:29.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been discovered!</title><summary type='text'>Someone has indirectly discovered my blog, haha! Totally unexpected. Google rulez, eh?Now I cannot criticize about SkillsPoint, and must say nice things about my bead instructor, Derek :P *kidding, kidding*But today's bead class was a little tiring. Maybe lunch was not fulfilling. Maybe I talked too much. Or perhaps it is a sign that I am getting sick :(But let's see. It has been a while since I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112176814420720630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112176814420720630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112176814420720630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112176814420720630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-been-discovered.html' title='I&apos;ve been discovered!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112132815345089255</id><published>2005-07-14T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:29.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Matters</title><summary type='text'>I am having trouble sleeping at night. I don't know what is the cause. Perhaps my room is too warm. Perhaps my mind cannot come to a rest. It constantly forces me to think. Is it insomnia? I hope I do not have this disease ... it is so tiring and I feel miserable.I do wonder how my working life will be in the future. Truthfully, I never knew why I chose to study engineering. Yes, I am quite a big</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112132815345089255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112132815345089255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112132815345089255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112132815345089255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/money-matters.html' title='Money Matters'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112114075468902002</id><published>2005-07-12T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:28.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Stupid</title><summary type='text'>I have been thinking a lot these few days. I keep asking myself these questions that seem to cloud my judgement of the situation. It is either stupid or useless. Both are not good outcomes. Then again, I feel like I am constantly walking towards a dead end, and there is always a choice I have to make in the end - turning back to start anew or wait for a miracle. I have been waiting at the dead </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112114075468902002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112114075468902002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112114075468902002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112114075468902002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/something-stupid.html' title='Something Stupid'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112089866196414099</id><published>2005-07-09T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:28.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my place.</title><summary type='text'>Last night, dad was drunk. We had dinner at 9.00 p.m. because he was late. When we arrived at The Curve, he realized his wallet was missing. It was a mess. I am not totally against alcohol intake. But taking it without seriously considering the consequences is just not wise. Later, the wallet was found sandwiched in between the car seat and the gear box. How blind can we get, eh.This morning, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112089866196414099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112089866196414099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112089866196414099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112089866196414099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/take-my-place.html' title='Take my place.'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112029214664254700</id><published>2005-07-02T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:28.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Jazz, baby!</title><summary type='text'>Back in Canada, Saturdays and Sundays are lazy days for overworked students like me. We can sleep in till noon, have a hearty brunch meal, and settle down for a rest in the lazy afternoon. It's great when you don't have mum waking you up early in the morning :P hehe! Just kidding, I miss being rebellious at home. Sort of miss mum's nagging, you see.Ah, it is so relaxing just listening to jazz on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112029214664254700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112029214664254700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112029214664254700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112029214664254700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/thats-jazz-baby.html' title='That&apos;s Jazz, baby!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112020680875552361</id><published>2005-07-01T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:28.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all out of love</title><summary type='text'>When you feel envious of couples who display unconditional love for one another, that is when you know you are out of love.For the past few days, I have been quite busy catching up with old friends. I have been keeping myself occupied these days, and I am thankful for that because restless days will eventually turn into sleepless nights for me. I can sleep well when I am totally exhausted. That </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112020680875552361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112020680875552361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112020680875552361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112020680875552361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-all-out-of-love.html' title='I&apos;m all out of love'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-112003627289746036</id><published>2005-06-29T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:28.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bout of Sillyness</title><summary type='text'>Great. Things just keep getting worse. Now I am stuck with a badly sprained ankle and I am going to miss one dance class which is already paid for.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/112003627289746036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=112003627289746036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112003627289746036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/112003627289746036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/06/bout-of-sillyness.html' title='A Bout of Sillyness'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111995764565553337</id><published>2005-06-28T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:28.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more</title><summary type='text'>My head is spinning on top of the world due to over-partying and lack of sleep. First, my cousin's wedding was held last weekend. I felt very happy for him, and for the first time I was able to help out with a lot of stuff, including some cooking preparation and baby-sitting.I love my baby cousin so much. This baby boy is so adorable and he doesn't mind who carries him as long as you play with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111995764565553337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111995764565553337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111995764565553337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111995764565553337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-more.html' title='No more'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111951187703450831</id><published>2005-06-23T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:27.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beady art</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I attended my first hip-hop dance class with my sis and mum. No doubt it was fun, but we had to do some basic stretching, and that really killed me. Since high school, I was never able to stretch far, where my hands will touch my toes. It was impossible, full of pain, and stressful. Needless to say, I am as stiff as a pole *nyek nyek*. Even mum is more flexible than I am. However, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111951187703450831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111951187703450831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111951187703450831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111951187703450831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/06/beady-art.html' title='Beady art'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111945327151159369</id><published>2005-06-22T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:27.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't go stealing a baby</title><summary type='text'>The poor mother. The poor baby. Stealing money and cars is bad enough. Why go steal someone's baby? I just read in the newspapers today that a baby can fetch RM20,000 in the black market. To sell a baby...A baby. How can someone be so cruel to take a baby and sell its body parts? Or raise it to serve as a beggar? All this just for people's greed for money? For health and longevity reasons just by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111945327151159369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111945327151159369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111945327151159369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111945327151159369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-go-stealing-baby.html' title='Don&apos;t go stealing a baby'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111926996065481028</id><published>2005-06-20T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:27.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just be there for me</title><summary type='text'>No point mourning over the end of a relationship. Hence, I need a new boyfriend. I can have everything else in this world except a true and happy relationship. So be it. After all, each and everyone of us is born with a pre-destined life.I am going to my dance class tomorrow and enjoy it.I am going to watch Ghost Train with William, and either laugh at it with an open heart or shiver at its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111926996065481028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111926996065481028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111926996065481028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111926996065481028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-be-there-for-me.html' title='Just be there for me'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111889045050907099</id><published>2005-06-17T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:27.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always in love</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, Teng and I went hunting around for dance classes. We were kind of silly for we did not know where to start searching, and just popped into anyone that we spotted along the road. Such jakuns we were, Teng! XD But we were glad that we found what we wanted at our last stop - SkillsPoint. They offer a variety of classes ranging from dance, nail/tattoo art to English classes. It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111889045050907099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111889045050907099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111889045050907099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111889045050907099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/06/always-in-love.html' title='Always in love'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111885184268644636</id><published>2005-06-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:27.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car-less, "A"-less ... hopeless</title><summary type='text'>It is so hard to get around without a car. It is at times like this when I wish Malaysia can provide a better public transportation system like they do in Australia or Canada. I can't even depend on the bus to get anywhere. Not even the taxi (it's dangerous these days for girls to take the cab alone). Plus, they cheat your money. Oh yeah, they make a hole in our pockets. It is such a hassle. For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111885184268644636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111885184268644636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111885184268644636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111885184268644636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/06/car-less-less-hopeless.html' title='Car-less, &quot;A&quot;-less ... hopeless'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111828686618882735</id><published>2005-06-09T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:26.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><summary type='text'>Obviously, I have not been blogging in my precious space because I have yet to do anything exciting. I hate to say this again and again and again... I am bored!Every morning, I try to wake up on the wrong side of bed just to stir up some suspense for myself. I would either end up falling off the bed carelessly or let my body weight succumb to gravity and slide slowly, and lazily to the ground on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111828686618882735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111828686618882735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111828686618882735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111828686618882735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111778235430521948</id><published>2005-06-03T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:26.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne 2005</title><summary type='text'>I am back! ^^My one-week holiday in Melbourne, Australia, was splendid! I would love to go there again, or perhaps, consider taking graduate studies at Melbourne University. That all depends, of course. Well, I guess I will start blogging about my trip, and I should probably start from the moment we stepped into KLIA ...We took the night flight. If my mum had told my dad the exact departure time,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111778235430521948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111778235430521948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111778235430521948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111778235430521948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/06/melbourne-2005.html' title='Melbourne 2005'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111683653956257663</id><published>2005-05-23T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:26.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Charlotte</title><summary type='text'>"Had I known but yesterday what I know today, I'd taken out your two gray eyes and put them in eyes of clay. And had I known but yesterday you'd be no more of my own, I'd taken out your heart of flesh and put in one of stone." (Dogs of Babel 261-63)Nice quote, eh?Last night, the temple held a grand celebration in conjunction with Wesak Day. Tonight there will be a feast for the devotees and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111683653956257663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111683653956257663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111683653956257663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111683653956257663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/05/bad-charlotte_23.html' title='Bad Charlotte'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111661088686677291</id><published>2005-05-21T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:26.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dogs of Babel</title><summary type='text'>This is a strange yet captivating book. A good read. The Dogs of Babel.Simply lovely.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111661088686677291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111661088686677291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111661088686677291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111661088686677291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/05/dogs-of-babel.html' title='The Dogs of Babel'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111574127238405472</id><published>2005-05-10T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:25.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Memory Box</title><summary type='text'>I was reading a short article in a magazine that talked about memory boxes. I started to think of those memorable items that I had kept since my high school years. While waiting for dinner to be served, I went to search for those items. It was a surprise to see them again. Still, I had to discard some stuff away because they were just...plain... junk :PFlipping through old photographs, and old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111574127238405472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111574127238405472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111574127238405472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111574127238405472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-memory-box.html' title='My Memory Box'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111569550868713319</id><published>2005-05-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:25.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My model idol</title><summary type='text'>I love fashion shows. Too bad I could not stay long enough to watch everything as my aunt needed to go home early last Sunday. Nevertheless, I managed to take some pictures... and some short videos with my not-so-new digital camera.Fashion supermodels have always been my idols. Not every model is pretty, though. And I do not think it is much of a requirement to become a model. Yes, you need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111569550868713319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111569550868713319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111569550868713319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111569550868713319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-model-idol.html' title='My model idol'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111556180638552264</id><published>2005-05-08T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:24.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping out of the dark</title><summary type='text'>I am not dead.My eyes were pouring sad tears on the night of the break-up, but I was determined for a brand new start the next morning. I knew I wanted to breathe again. And I knew I could.It is time I learn to accept the real me. I was naive. I thought love was all I needed to have a happy, long-lasting relationship. I was wrong. I thought it was all that could keep two people in love together </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111556180638552264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111556180638552264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111556180638552264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111556180638552264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/05/stepping-out-of-dark.html' title='Stepping out of the dark'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111526462824653459</id><published>2005-05-05T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:24.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><summary type='text'>This is a story of two people who have made a difference in my life in many ways. Both have brought love into my life; each having a special place in my heart.I am just another ordinary girl who, I admit, needs to depend on a man for love and security. I question myself from time to time why do I keep falling back into the same puddle of mud. I get stained on the same spot again and again...I met</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111526462824653459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111526462824653459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111526462824653459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111526462824653459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/05/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111510282493911055</id><published>2005-05-03T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:22.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A broken heart</title><summary type='text'> I arrived in KL two days ago. It feels good to be back home again.But what is more depressing than coming home to a lost love?You could not even talk to me like before...but you say you still love me.You say you are sorry,because it is not my fault,it is yours...and you say that I was the one working to keep this relationship alive all this while...Saying sorry won't change anything...That was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111510282493911055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111510282493911055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111510282493911055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111510282493911055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/05/broken-heart.html' title='A broken heart'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111446953971660798</id><published>2005-04-26T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:22.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a blue, blue sky</title><summary type='text'>This life...It is only a love story for each soul.A story of those who leave and those who are left behind.It's a beautiful day outside. I wish I could fly now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111446953971660798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111446953971660798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111446953971660798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111446953971660798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-blue-blue-sky.html' title='It&apos;s a blue, blue sky'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111440537904580651</id><published>2005-04-25T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:22.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Malaysians are Selfish</title><summary type='text'>I guess we all know it in our hearts that the government needs to provide more services for the disabled. But then again, the society just doesn't give a shit about the less fortunate people when it comes to highlighting their own priorities. Is empathy enough? Not when the government can start educating people and build more services for the disabled.I admire the facilities provided for disabled</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111440537904580651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111440537904580651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111440537904580651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111440537904580651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-malaysians-are-selfish.html' title='We Malaysians are Selfish'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111368771751921391</id><published>2005-04-17T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:22.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of another academic year</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the last day of classes. No more grueling assignments or exams for the next four months. Still, I cannot help but miss those fun moments I had this year. Another farewell to this, but a welcome for the new academic year - Fall 2005/Winter 2006.Time does past by really fast. Soon, I will be a third year engineering student. In two years' time, I will be saying goodbye to this place. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111368771751921391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111368771751921391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111368771751921391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111368771751921391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/04/end-of-another-academic-year.html' title='The end of another academic year'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111328707443379598</id><published>2005-04-12T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:21.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nightmare</title><summary type='text'>I hate it when I dream of friends who turn weird, sort of like - them turning into ghosts. Well, not those ghosts that are translucent or floating in the air with sharp teeth. It is the kind where insanity is being shown through their expressions (yes, like those scary movies that show creepy people at the asylum).Crazy. It scared the hell out of me. Nightmares like this make me shiver in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111328707443379598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111328707443379598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111328707443379598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111328707443379598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/04/nightmare.html' title='A nightmare'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111317470654712156</id><published>2005-04-11T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:21.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby NoHoHon</title><summary type='text'>This is my baby NoHoHon. Finally, I am able to own one of these. Isn't it adorable? It bobs its head from side to side using solar power. Wee!It makes me feel happy each time I turn to look at it ^^ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111317470654712156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111317470654712156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111317470654712156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111317470654712156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-baby-nohohon.html' title='My baby NoHoHon'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111280254590804379</id><published>2005-04-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:21.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time for a "real" change in the Malaysian education system.</title><summary type='text'>Never have I seen such a concise yet brilliantly written piece of work about the loopholes in the Malaysian education system and the society's perception towards education as a whole. I unanimously agree that it is time for a "real" change. Well said, Praba Ganesan!Here's a good read for yourself.Malaysian Schools: A Social Tool or An Educational Vehicle? by Praba Ganesan.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111280254590804379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111280254590804379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111280254590804379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111280254590804379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-is-time-for-real-change-in.html' title='It is time for a &quot;real&quot; change in the Malaysian education system.'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111265573546797282</id><published>2005-04-05T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:18:20.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When maturity brings to you the big picture</title><summary type='text'>A few nights ago, I had a late-night chat session with my girlfriends. We sat down and talked over a bowl of grape jello as we reminisced past events.Despite the troubles and squabbles with friends, we have come to realize that age has caught up with us, bringing upon maturity and a sense of belonging to our own beliefs. It took me a while to realize that I have changed a lot. In this foreign </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111265573546797282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111265573546797282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111265573546797282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111265573546797282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-maturity-brings-to-you-big.html' title='When maturity brings to you the big picture'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111221862392415945</id><published>2005-03-31T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:08:43.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need feedback on biochemical engineering!</title><summary type='text'>I need to decide what technical electives I should take for the next academic year. I have read through the description of courses available as technical electives for chemical engineering and have concluded that biochemical engineering is a must-study. In other words, this course sounds more interesting than fuel cells and fluid-particle systems. But then again, my friends were horrified by my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111221862392415945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111221862392415945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111221862392415945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111221862392415945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/03/need-feedback-on-biochemical_30.html' title='Need feedback on biochemical engineering!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111200029219383114</id><published>2005-03-28T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:08:43.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Holidays</title><summary type='text'>Our four-day easter holiday is coming to an end. As much as we dread going back to school, the fun that we had on Friday at the waterpark was unforgettable. It was my first time wearing a bikini too! (But you know, it is a bad idea to swim in one).The waterpark is one of the main attractions in West Edmonton Mall, the world's largest mall. I was very excited. I have not been to a big outdoor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111200029219383114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111200029219383114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111200029219383114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111200029219383114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/03/easter-holidays.html' title='Easter Holidays'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111154760307672016</id><published>2005-03-23T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:08:42.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother nature and snow</title><summary type='text'>Snow, snow, snow...That's what it does everytime when the weather takes a sharp turn. It is not pleasant walking to school when heavy fluffs of snow are falling. It is not pleasant to slip and fall on the iced pathway.Then again, my friend was saying Mother Nature has decided to give us another chance to go toboganning. If it works out, that would be great. Pray that the gusts of wind do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111154760307672016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111154760307672016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111154760307672016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111154760307672016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/03/mother-nature-and-snow.html' title='Mother nature and snow'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111127255740574963</id><published>2005-03-20T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:08:42.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom or Desire?</title><summary type='text'>Once again, I have the option of staying with a close friend. I am disappointed at my fickle mind, but then again, there is this certain desire deep within me - I yearn for something which I cannot quite describe in a few words.Chances are I will be able to move into one of the bedrooms at her unit sucessfully. After all, if the residence can only provide me with another unit for transfer, I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111127255740574963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111127255740574963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111127255740574963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111127255740574963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/03/wisdom-or-desire.html' title='Wisdom or Desire?'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111100804360314510</id><published>2005-03-17T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:08:42.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God must have spent a little less time on me</title><summary type='text'>The alarm woke me up at 8 a.m. yesterday, but I was too tired to get out of bed. Slept in for another half and hour or so before realizing that I should not delay time any longer.As I gathered my bag, I kept praying to myself that it won't be bad news. I did a blood test last week, and the doctor said that she would contact me if there is any abnormality from the test results.I did receive a call</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111100804360314510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111100804360314510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111100804360314510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111100804360314510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/03/god-must-have-spent-little-less-time.html' title='God must have spent a little less time on me'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111022932664283159</id><published>2005-03-08T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:41.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gila Sudah</title><summary type='text'>I have to say this. Edmonton is a weather-forsaken town...IT IS SUPPOZE TO BE SPRING AT THIS TIME OF THE YEAR!!!Look what the sky is doing now. Discarding bits of flurries down to earth, on this piece of land. Now the whole of campus has been snowed upon. I am not looking forward to tomorrow because of two possible reasons:If the weather gets warmer tomorrow, I have to walk in slush and puddles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111022932664283159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111022932664283159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111022932664283159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111022932664283159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/03/gila-sudah.html' title='Gila Sudah'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-111014137948185345</id><published>2005-03-07T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:41.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Day</title><summary type='text'>As usual, it was busy this week as I pored into books to study for exams. The test I had on Friday was not good. In my opinion, it was a messy and unorganized paper. There were lots of ambiguity and they had to give us an extra 20 minutes to finish the paper. Well, at least, I had a delicious meal at Kelsey's with my friends after the exam.I could not stay up too late on Friday night because I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/111014137948185345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=111014137948185345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111014137948185345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/111014137948185345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-one-day.html' title='Another One Day'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110981272921771184</id><published>2005-03-03T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:41.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did all the crap go?</title><summary type='text'>Some recent crappy pictures. I miss those crappy nights with these bunch of crappy people. Work is finally kicking in and the stress is increasing exponentially.Squashed!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110981272921771184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110981272921771184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110981272921771184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110981272921771184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/03/where-did-all-crap-go.html' title='Where did all the crap go?'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110962419667883385</id><published>2005-03-01T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:41.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go home ... no?</title><summary type='text'>It is that time of the year again where I anticipate the arrival of summer. Summer is when I take a trip back home, and stay for about four months before returning to Canada for a new academic year.Looking back, I realized how fast two years have passed by. I came to Canada in 2003 to do Grade 12 OUAC (A-levels). Since then, I have been living by myself - managing my time, school, food and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110962419667883385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110962419667883385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110962419667883385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110962419667883385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/02/go-home-no.html' title='Go home ... no?'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110948061486542141</id><published>2005-02-27T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:41.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned, eh?</title><summary type='text'>Why have I been absent?Well, I have been pretty busy spicing up my life. Sadly, all good things have to come to an end. Reading week is over and it is back-to-school-once-again on Monday. But, joy oh joy! The sun has awaken from its deep sleep! Winter is coming to an end; the weather is getting nice and warm!I get sun-kissed each time I take a walk around campus. I always look forward to spring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110948061486542141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110948061486542141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110948061486542141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110948061486542141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/02/abandoned-eh.html' title='Abandoned, eh?'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110844050120095237</id><published>2005-02-15T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:41.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You kissed me</title><summary type='text'>I received an unexpected phone call early this morning from home. At first, I thought it was my alarm ringing. I was confused for a moment because my alarm should not be ringing at 7 a.m....(too early la). Then, I realized it was actually my phone. I picked it up and heard a familiar voice.I was surprised. My sweetheart called to wish me Happy V-day. It came as a surprise to me because I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110844050120095237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110844050120095237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110844050120095237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110844050120095237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-kissed-me.html' title='You kissed me'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110806788517259860</id><published>2005-02-11T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:40.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break-out!</title><summary type='text'>Sleep deprivation is one of the most common issues I face in varsity life.This week has been hell already. Next week is going to be worse. All of a sudden, I have everything crashing in on me. Almost everything is due next week, one day after the other, and also midterms in between those days!! Thank goodness Reading Week is right after that. If not, I might end up as a victim of the infamous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110806788517259860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110806788517259860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110806788517259860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110806788517259860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/02/break-out.html' title='Break-out!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110750325130240535</id><published>2005-02-04T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:40.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digression</title><summary type='text'>It is that time of the year again where I start to think of everything back home.Not too long ago, I was a little girl waiting with anticipation for the big CNY reunion dinner. The trips back to my hometown were quite tiring, but I get to see my uncles, aunts, and my cousins. This would be a week-long celebration with lots of "ang pows" to collect and candies to eat. Staying up late to play (or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110750325130240535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110750325130240535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110750325130240535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110750325130240535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/02/digression.html' title='Digression'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110732759880870740</id><published>2005-02-02T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:40.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 hours of school is a pain</title><summary type='text'>I had to meet up with my lab partner early this morning for a discussion. Since my timetable today was going to be crunched, I had to wake up an hour earlier to cook my breakfast and lunch. I did not have any breaks in between classes today thus bringing my lunch to school is necessary.Today was just tiring. I mean, since when school wasn't tiring for me? I have homework piling at my table at a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110732759880870740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110732759880870740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110732759880870740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110732759880870740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/02/11-hours-of-school-is-pain.html' title='11 hours of school is a pain'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110684776609244461</id><published>2005-01-28T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:40.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those thousands who touched that branded shirt you bought</title><summary type='text'>There are those who cannot live a day without buying that cute Gucci bag or that FCUK coat. Also, there are those who will wilt if they do not have a car.I have learned something important in Sociology class last night. Now, I feel lucky to have grown up in a peaceful and prosperous country. There is no war. The economy is still surviving. I can afford to strut my stuff in the latest fashion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110684776609244461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110684776609244461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110684776609244461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110684776609244461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/01/those-thousands-who-touched-that.html' title='Those thousands who touched that branded shirt you bought'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110668796710017187</id><published>2005-01-26T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:40.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Frequency of Homework</title><summary type='text'>Everyone loathes homework.Need I say more? :P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110668796710017187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110668796710017187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110668796710017187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110668796710017187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/01/high-frequency-of-homework.html' title='High Frequency of Homework'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110658321219712985</id><published>2005-01-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:40.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning, miss....!</title><summary type='text'>I knew a few seniors who went back to my old school to teach. How did I know this? Well, from me little sister, of course. She is, in fact, still studying in that school. This morning, she told me that my friend was teaching her Chemistry! What a surprise! After that, my sister went offline quite abruptly. I will be nosy if I see her online again :PI tried to picture myself being a teacher. Hmm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110658321219712985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110658321219712985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110658321219712985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110658321219712985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/01/good-morning-miss.html' title='Good morning, miss....!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110634843984179985</id><published>2005-01-22T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:40.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genie</title><summary type='text'>I watched a very interesting documentary in linguistics class yesterday. People have warned me about taking this class. Apparently, the course is difficult and it is hard to acquire that "A". Hey, do I come to university to register in easy courses, which are very often lame, boring, and illogical, so that I can get A's?I find that courses like these are worth it because they question our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110634843984179985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110634843984179985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110634843984179985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110634843984179985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/01/genie.html' title='Genie'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110617297424065312</id><published>2005-01-20T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:40.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you today?</title><summary type='text'>"Hi, how are you?""Hey, how's it going?"I recognize it as a courtesy. It is a divine question. No one ever fails to use it and somehow, it can exist in many different forms. Yes, I am referring to the two questions above. It may seem to you as a common, friendly gesture. However, when everyone uses it to the maximum, I feel that it becomes questionable to whether or not sincerity holds true </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110617297424065312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110617297424065312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110617297424065312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110617297424065312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-are-you-today.html' title='How are you today?'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110582640019546808</id><published>2005-01-16T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:40.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My voice got lost in a paper cup...</title><summary type='text'>Much to my dismay, I have lost my voice. The coughing has done no justice. It still tries to kill me every night and every time I lay down to sleep. I went to bed at 5 am this morning. Woke up at 1.30 pm with a weird headache. Ugh. I need to see the doctor on Monday.It was "Friday" yesterday - a very happy day for university students as it marks the significant weekend ahead. After school, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110582640019546808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110582640019546808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110582640019546808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110582640019546808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-voice-got-lost-in-paper-cup.html' title='My voice got lost in a paper cup...'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110540168033362673</id><published>2005-01-11T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:39.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school (Winter 2005)</title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am. Back at school again.During the holidays, campus was so empty and all the buildings were closed. Today, it felt good to see huge crowds of students walking around campus again. Ah, varsity life ... what more can I say? Although we all dread squeezing through V-wing at peak hours, I guess we are all quite happy to be back at school.My classes so far have been pretty good. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110540168033362673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110540168033362673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110540168033362673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110540168033362673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-to-school-winter-2005.html' title='Back to school (Winter 2005)'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110521422533714653</id><published>2005-01-09T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:39.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hungry again</title><summary type='text'>Sigh.School is starting on Monday. I do not know what I am feeling right now. A part of me is looking forward to school because I am so bored at home. Yet, I cannot help but wish for more fun times and hanging out sessions with friends. I would consider my social life here to be more progressive than life at home. Perhaps, the non-existance of curfew hours contributes to this fact. However, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110521422533714653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110521422533714653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110521422533714653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110521422533714653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-hungry-again.html' title='I&apos;m hungry again'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110460941779552445</id><published>2005-01-02T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:39.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold cold cold!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, the weather is getting really chilly. We went to take some pictures at the legislative hall one night but some of us were not prepared for the weather. So, we ended up only capturing a few shots. I had fun this holiday. Spent lots of time with yy, Liana, Jonathan and Jackie. It was a great holiday!On Monday, I have to start looking for my textbooks. Second-hand textbooks...The university</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110460941779552445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110460941779552445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110460941779552445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110460941779552445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/01/cold-cold-cold.html' title='Cold cold cold!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110457713665865923</id><published>2005-01-01T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:39.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year! </title><summary type='text'>It's a new year ahead!The year 2005...May it be a warm welcome for all of us who walk different paths in this life.May it be a peaceful start for nations and people worldwide.May this year flourish with abundant happiness, health and peace.The past reminds us of everything that took place in both our sweetest, and darkest hours. But all is never lost forever - may it remind the lost or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110457713665865923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110457713665865923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110457713665865923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110457713665865923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year! '/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110421509786115558</id><published>2004-12-28T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:39.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all in a week</title><summary type='text'>I had lots of fun this week. But I did fall very ill half way through, and the news about the earthquake had me worried sick for my family back home. It was good to know that KL was not badly affected but it was a pity to see what happened at North Sumatra.Anyway, I'll write about all that happened from day one itself, be it good or bad, funny or lame.Day 1 - Masquerade partyYupz. We were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110421509786115558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110421509786115558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110421509786115558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110421509786115558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-in-week.html' title='all in a week'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110365023290157468</id><published>2004-12-22T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:39.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Math Chronicles</title><summary type='text'>I never realized how the subject mathematics has influenced my studying interests. I know of friends who hate math and they cannot deem it as an interesting subject because it seems illogical to them. Now, I would say math deals with lots of logic. Well, don't talk about imaginary numbers. I never liked that; never could understand why somebody came up with it.I love calculus. My interest for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110365023290157468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110365023290157468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110365023290157468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110365023290157468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/math-chronicles.html' title='The Math Chronicles'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110325949401057162</id><published>2004-12-17T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:39.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain-drained</title><summary type='text'>I took this snapshot at 8.30 in the morning when the sun was still rising. Pretty, eh? I must say, I have not seen such a beautiful sunrise ever since I came here. I used to think that there is nothing fantastic about the weather (or the sky) here because all it does is snow, snow, snow or blow cold gusts of winds at me. Now, the sun sets at about 3.30 pm everyday. Maybe I will try and take a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110325949401057162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110325949401057162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110325949401057162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110325949401057162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/brain-drained.html' title='Brain-drained'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110308596208833253</id><published>2004-12-15T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:39.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing up for Christmas!</title><summary type='text'>I was up pretty early this morning for my English exam and I took my own sweet time getting ready for it. The examination room was at the Humanities building, which was connected by a pedway from my residence. It only took me three minutes to get there and fortunately, I did not have to walk in the cold.Before I left, I decided to take a few pictures of my apartment since no one was awake yet. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110308596208833253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110308596208833253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110308596208833253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110308596208833253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/gearing-up-for-christmas.html' title='Gearing up for Christmas!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110303872954889671</id><published>2004-12-14T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:39.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English? Manglish? Canglish?</title><summary type='text'>My English teacher said that having a final paper in a writing course is stupid. But, we still have to write a final paper because the rule said so. She was complaining about it while reminding us that it is not something to worry about. After all, it is only worth 20% of the course mark. Our research paper was worth at least 50% of the course mark. Currently, I have an overall grade of B- for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110303872954889671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110303872954889671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110303872954889671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110303872954889671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/english-manglish-canglish.html' title='English? Manglish? Canglish?'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110292746038285610</id><published>2004-12-13T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:39.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bear named Winnie</title><summary type='text'>Do you know what inspired the creation of the cartoon character, Winnie the Pooh Bear?Last night (actually, a few hours ago), I watched a movie called "A Bear Named Winnie" on tv. My housemate asked me if I wanted to watch it with her and so, I decided to give myself a break after a whole day of mind-boggling organic chemistry. It was based on a true story and I thought it was a really nice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110292746038285610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110292746038285610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110292746038285610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110292746038285610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/bear-named-winnie.html' title='A bear named Winnie'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110287377910123085</id><published>2004-12-13T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:38.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slapped</title><summary type='text'>Indecent minds robbed my soul. Her laughter pricked me from my sleep. I wanted to swim around with fishes of all kinds, but they fled as soon as I stepped into the cold, deep waters.Words never came out right. Senseless and forbidding. Uncommon and rebelling.I invited the cat into my room. She climbed onto my seat and took my place. I had to sit on the floor.The door slammed shut at my face</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110287377910123085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110287377910123085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110287377910123085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110287377910123085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/slapped.html' title='Slapped'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110279918106052613</id><published>2004-12-12T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:38.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thermo was brutal</title><summary type='text'>Okay, the final paper for thermodynamics was brutal. And I did not read the last question properly. Adiabatic equals to Q=0. Damn it. Sigh. sigh ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110279918106052613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110279918106052613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110279918106052613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110279918106052613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/thermo-was-brutal.html' title='Thermo was brutal'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110274439625063573</id><published>2004-12-11T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:38.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We need to talk</title><summary type='text'>"Do you have time? We need to talk..."My next-door-neighbour knocked on my door this afternoon. I had just finished cooking Shin Ramyun when she asked if we could talk for a bit. I shall refer to her as Abu. Don't ask me why. That name just popped up.I invited Abu into my room so that we could talk in person. Without much hesitation, Abu said we have a very big misunderstanding between us. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110274439625063573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110274439625063573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110274439625063573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110274439625063573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/we-need-to-talk.html' title='We need to talk'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110248643206524215</id><published>2004-12-08T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:38.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsteady</title><summary type='text'>Finally, I am back in my cosy, warm room. I had only one class to attend today, so I spent the rest of the afternoon revising thermodynamics (I have this final paper on Saturday). It was my turn to wash the bathroom and so, I did it with much effort. Glad that the bathroom is now squeaky clean. I was getting ready to clean up all the strands of hair at the corners on the bathroom floor when my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110248643206524215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110248643206524215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110248643206524215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110248643206524215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/unsteady.html' title='Unsteady'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110239371424687695</id><published>2004-12-07T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:38.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeze me!</title><summary type='text'>I had a chemistry lab exam two hours ago. It was a seven-minute walk to the examination room. Only seven minutes...and I nearly froze out there in the chilly night. It was not snowing, but there was the monstrous wind. The temperature now is -26 degrees celcius.Really...how can this place be suitable for human inhabitation? I ask myself each time the worse of winter strikes. You cannot even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110239371424687695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110239371424687695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110239371424687695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110239371424687695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/freeze-me.html' title='Freeze me!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110229372553237354</id><published>2004-12-06T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:38.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><summary type='text'>I am not going to get much work done if I keep procrastinating.I know I am not suppoze to feel excited with the upcoming final exams, but somehow I cannot wait to complete everything.Oh yes, it started snowing yesterday...until now...there...is...lots...of snow...outside......I don't want to go to school tomorrow!!! Every Sunday, I repeatedly whine about school. Sigh. Such a pity. Maybe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110229372553237354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110229372553237354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110229372553237354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110229372553237354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110223493176562351</id><published>2004-12-05T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:37.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry matters</title><summary type='text'>Ahh...it's 1.15 a.m. and I am still procrastinating. Also, I realized that dirty laundry is piling up next to my bed. It seems like I must force out another few rolls of quarters for the cleaning of my clothes later. The good thing about doing laundry in cold countries is that you don't have to dry your clothes under the sun. We have 10 dryer machines in the laundry room and they are all up and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110223493176562351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110223493176562351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110223493176562351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110223493176562351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/laundry-matters.html' title='Laundry matters'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110223205269399858</id><published>2004-12-05T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:37.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>##th Edition!</title><summary type='text'>This is so true. Damn it. If only I could burn down the university's bookstore.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110223205269399858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110223205269399858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110223205269399858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110223205269399858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/th-edition.html' title='##th Edition!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110210307896019820</id><published>2004-12-04T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:37.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho-ed</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday's psychology final exam was pretty brutal. Nevertheless, I managed with some good effort. I would have tore the paper into pieces if I did not cram everything for the past three days. However, there was no question on sex hormones and drives. Such irony. I knew that section so well. I was practically forcing my brain to retrieve information, especially when answering questions related </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110210307896019820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110210307896019820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110210307896019820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110210307896019820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/psycho-ed.html' title='Psycho-ed'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110202916554644034</id><published>2004-12-03T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going psycho</title><summary type='text'>When I was younger, I learned that testosterone is a hormone produced by the testes in males and estrogen is produced by the ovaries in females (humans, of course). These were the two major sex hormones that we often talked about in high school science lessons. Also, these hormones were perceived to promote male and female sexual behaviour.What I learned in pyschology was the total opposite to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110202916554644034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110202916554644034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110202916554644034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110202916554644034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/going-psycho.html' title='Going psycho'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110193957164157998</id><published>2004-12-02T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:37.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbed</title><summary type='text'>I was having a good sleep last night until my neighbour started yakking on the phone at 4 am in the morning. I was bursting with anger. I have been constantly telling her to turn down the volume of her music, or her tv and yesterday, I felt sick of repeating it again. Therefore, I woke up from bed, and banged the wall that separates our rooms from each other to "ask" her to shut up. I don't know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110193957164157998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110193957164157998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110193957164157998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110193957164157998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/12/disturbed.html' title='Disturbed'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110184684447197064</id><published>2004-12-01T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:37.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><summary type='text'>My mood is a little swingy today. I cut my hand while cutting tomatoes and all of a sudden I punched the table top out of anger. Yes, you are right - it is that time of the month.I wrote a comment in response to an article that I read on Gateway, the university's newspaper."In response to Ross Prusakowski's article "International tuition hike makes sense" (30 November), I would like to make a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110184684447197064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110184684447197064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110184684447197064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110184684447197064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/11/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110179599816664448</id><published>2004-11-30T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:37.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Herring</title><summary type='text'>I marvel at the central processing unit of some machines that are of microscopic size.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110179599816664448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110179599816664448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110179599816664448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110179599816664448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/11/red-herring.html' title='Red Herring'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110169741204382222</id><published>2004-11-29T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to basics</title><summary type='text'>Back to square one.I wish I could stop worrying. My parents have told me a million times to shake it off. My boyfriend insists that I should not worry of something uncertain. Where does it all fall back to? How did this worrisome feeling come to existance?I feel utterly annoyed and depressed. How am I not suppoze to worry about my long-distance relationship? Well, so far it has been going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110169741204382222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110169741204382222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110169741204382222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110169741204382222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to basics'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110159607086429618</id><published>2004-11-28T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:36.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-20G</title><summary type='text'>Okay, the keyboard here is old and hard to press. Oh, and I just found out that it is Fujitsu-brand. Currently, I am waiting to use the scanner in the library. I was unaware that the Cameron library had a small computer lab room on the first floor. From far, it did not seem like a computer room, and each time I stepped into the library, I have always thought it was something else. *I hate the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110159607086429618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110159607086429618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110159607086429618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110159607086429618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/11/1-20g.html' title='1-20G'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110142121380999151</id><published>2004-11-26T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:36.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><summary type='text'>I woke up late for my lab this morning. Nevertheless, I pulled myself out quickly and headed straight to the lab. I walked out of my apartment feeling a little uneasy of my own apprehensions, but soon all was forgotten after I put my headphones on and drifted with the music that came to my ears...I realize that I hold too many grudges on people around me. There were many times when I growled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110142121380999151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110142121380999151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110142121380999151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110142121380999151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/11/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110139563278096051</id><published>2004-11-25T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:35.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if mistaken</title><summary type='text'>Just so to inform whoever reads the previous entry, my anger and frustration was directed to the some people. I did not mean all Canadians think that way. IN fact, there are those who support us in the fight against the fee hike because they themselves think it is ridiculous and discriminating. So, before bombarding me with any kind of refutement, be sure about this call. I have my rights to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110139563278096051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110139563278096051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110139563278096051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110139563278096051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/11/if-mistaken.html' title='if mistaken'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039896.post-110136748907083022</id><published>2004-11-25T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:54:35.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fee hike - Discriminating!</title><summary type='text'>I have lots to say. In fact, I wish my voice can be heard by the university administration council. Two days ago, I received an email from the international center informing me of a proposed increase of 23.5% in international tuition fees. It seemed like any other ordinary email to me but that percentage whirled around me like an annoying fly. I was distraught. Do they even have any idea what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/feeds/110136748907083022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9039896&amp;postID=110136748907083022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110136748907083022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9039896/posts/default/110136748907083022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperplane123.blogspot.com/2004/11/fee-hike-discriminating.html' title='Fee hike - Discriminating!'/><author><name>Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941061697743090547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/_hisangel_/33.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
