<?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-13016272</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:42:53.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-----------------------------------------------------</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-4114784944640088168</id><published>2007-12-23T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:23.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its December 25th tomorrow!Yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R282d-92--I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CFx14SrP8C0/s1600-h/Picture+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147392787854326754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R282d-92--I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CFx14SrP8C0/s320/Picture+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; woops. an outdated photo taken last year. the blue-hooded creature lurking nearby the tree is whitney. if i remember right, iza took this photo. pier 39 during thanksgiving/christmas is absolutely brimming with life. ah good times. and good times now too. its so good to be back home for christmas. finally! Merry Christmas, my dear friends in Davis, KL, Spore, Ipoh ,Japan, Paraguay, Korea, Mexico, or wherever you are! Have a joyful one, ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-4114784944640088168?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/4114784944640088168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/4114784944640088168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-december-25th-tomorrowyay.html' title='Its December 25th tomorrow!Yay'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R282d-92--I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CFx14SrP8C0/s72-c/Picture+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-3839579459206944606</id><published>2007-12-22T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:26.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year and 7 races later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it has been the support and encouragement of my friends both from Davis &amp;amp; Ipoh that really kept me going!Thanks, guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zlsO92-uI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GrC8o5AUVvQ/s1600-h/DSC06111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zlsO92-uI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GrC8o5AUVvQ/s320/DSC06111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146741022272191202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had always known that I'd be a runner. During my high school days, running was always something I did just to keep in shape.  I never really tried to race because,  truth be told, there were always people telling me that I wouldn't be able to do it. Or, their words translated to mean that. I remember an incident, where a friend, upon learning that I go running in the evenings, said that I would be better off if I didn't run because running causes people to gain weight instead of staying in shape. I mean like, isn't that hilarious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fast forward 7-10 years, and look who's running places compared to those who were on the high-school track team? I've never had the opportunity to represent even my house teams running, simply because they always looked for someone skinnier, taller, or the daughter of the physical ed. teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 2006: US Half Marathon, San Francisco, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zl9O92-vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R-BNDncGo7s/s1600-h/DSC06124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zl9O92-vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R-BNDncGo7s/s320/DSC06124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146741314329967346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zns-92-1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/dvJCCWTheQs/s1600-h/US+Half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zns-92-1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/dvJCCWTheQs/s320/US+Half.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146743234180348754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first half-marathon (21km) which I had originally planned to do in Nov 2005. Due to workload and the pressure to 'not lose it' during my Junior year, which is the toughest year for students (which is true!!!) in American varsities, I had to let my training bring over to the next year. It was my first race in the US, and I loved every single bit of it! Running across the Golden Gate Bridge and under around the bay, it was the dream run I had always imagined it to be. My time? 2:18. Not bad for starters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2006: California International Marathon, Sacramento, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zoW-92-5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/qb15WrsXZt8/s1600-h/DSC06125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zoW-92-5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/qb15WrsXZt8/s320/DSC06125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146743955734854546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zoKe92-4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/H8XDjo3Q7gg/s1600-h/CIM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zoKe92-4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/H8XDjo3Q7gg/s320/CIM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146743740986489730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first marathon (42.195km)! Yay! And it was a blessing indeed, to have been able to train with Whitney for it. Not only were we unprepared for it (we had both strained our muscles 2 weeks prior to the race), but we also finished within 6 hours! I hold dear memories of this race. Finishing time? 5:44.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2007: Davis Stampede, Davis, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zm_u92-zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/roUunuHHyBs/s1600-h/DSC06122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zm_u92-zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/roUunuHHyBs/s320/DSC06122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146742456791268146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zm3e92-yI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3pD5-8ZIi6k/s1600-h/Davis+Stampede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zm3e92-yI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3pD5-8ZIi6k/s320/Davis+Stampede.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146742315057347362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I called this my Birthday run, a gift to myself. Reason was that it was just 2 days before my 23rd birthday. I found myself feeling rather funky with my new haircut, so I figured, why not LOOK funky too? Hence the band and that silly smile plastered on my face! Ha. This was a wonderful race simply because it took us around Davis, the place where I stayed and studied for 4 years! Even though Whit and I would run 6, 10, 15 miles around Davis, this took me on a pretty different route to West Davis. At certain points, I felt like Dorothy in Wizard of Oz because of the golden colored fields and farming land that we ran by. Finishing time - 2:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2007: Rock 'n' Roll Marathon, San Diego, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zmjO92-xI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8jIW6IXGh50/s1600-h/DSC06128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zmjO92-xI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8jIW6IXGh50/s320/DSC06128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146741967164996370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zmUe92-wI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rXBRuKQKmGU/s1600-h/RockNRoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zmUe92-wI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rXBRuKQKmGU/s320/RockNRoll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146741713761925890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay for this one! Ryan, Whit, and I traveled all the way to San Diego and even got stuck in Mexico for a night! Hahaha. As usual, I wasn't 100% prepared for this run, so I was basically praying that I wouldn't get injured. Turns out that God kept us all alive, through the insane San Diego summer heat! You won't be able to see it, but we all got sunburnt badly. I looked like a lobster the next day. This run was really memorable to me because I actually drank half a cup of beer midway! Yes, beer. Um, it was hot, the beer was cool..I gave in. I want to believe that it helped me go on, because after that the race seemed easier, or maybe because being a little drunk takes away the pain a little. LOL. Anyway, this was my last run in the States before I returned, so definitely memorable even if it were not for the beer incident. Finishing time - 5:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 2007: Standard Chartered International Marathon, Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zn6-92-3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/JtLTf1q_hlg/s1600-h/DSC06127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zn6-92-3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/JtLTf1q_hlg/s320/DSC06127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146743474698517362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zvgu92-9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/oZP6Dx4btGM/s1600-h/Singapore.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zvgu92-9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/oZP6Dx4btGM/s320/Singapore.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146751819819973586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, this is the race that I had trained diligently like a good girl for 4 months! And I am proud of myself for being able to run 33km within 3:45 with pacing. What happened beyond 34 km was out of my control (yea, i was working towards a sub 5 race). Basically, both my quads jammed big time. Like, seriously. I don't really know how it happened, but I suspect that too much Mentholatum and too little salt intake had to do with it. Without Whit around, I guess that I just forgot to down a packet of salt (YUCK!) prior to the race. Hehe. But, nvm. I trained well for it, and I ran it well. What amazed me was that my recovery rate took only 48 hours! Yes, no kidding. I was up and about on my two feet without any pain or aches by Tuesday! And see that guy in red up there? Well, I believe he was a godsend. I was 1 km away from the finish line, glycogen-depleted, lactose-infused muscled and all, when he came by me and said "come on! Let's go! Home run!" And together, we semi-ran/hobbled to the end. Hey man, if you ever happen to chance upon this blog, Thanks! cos i never got to thank you that day. Finishing time - 5:40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 2007: Yuk Choy 6k Charity Run, Tambun, Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zose92-6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/eEhQ_vjmhcE/s1600-h/DSC06142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zose92-6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/eEhQ_vjmhcE/s320/DSC06142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146744325102042018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A small race that won me 7th place and RM50. Not much, and not bad, since I found myself among the top 10 women runners in the open category. Time: 33 minutes something secs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 2007: Polis Diraja Malaysia (PDRM) 5k Larian Mesra, Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zo2O92-7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/AH10uksQiVg/s1600-h/DSC06144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zo2O92-7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/AH10uksQiVg/s320/DSC06144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146744492605766578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another small race in Ipoh. The medal was lousy. Earned 8th spot in the women's open category and RM50 as well. Haha. What's it with RM50 these days?! Anyway, I liked this 5k because I outran a competitor (somebody who outran me in the Yuk Choy run) at the last 2k. I was even able to run another 5k after the race with Mui. We were like running against the crowd and the police were like, "er" and we were like "sudah habis, sudah habis!" hahaha. Time: 25 minutes something secs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's it for a recap of the year's running events. It has been a good one, with all the friendships fostered and the useful knowledge reaped. On to a new 2008 I go. New place, new friends, and most of all, new experiences! Woohooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-3839579459206944606?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/3839579459206944606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/3839579459206944606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-and-7-races-later.html' title='A year and 7 races later'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2zlsO92-uI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GrC8o5AUVvQ/s72-c/DSC06111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-6508369817534273579</id><published>2007-12-20T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:27.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gary Larson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My all-time favorite cartoonist..with some doggie humor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2pRy-92-tI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JQPAM1PmZ_0/s1600-h/DSC06089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146015460561976018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2pRy-92-tI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JQPAM1PmZ_0/s320/DSC06089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2pRn-92-sI/AAAAAAAAADw/_corpsfGDs0/s1600-h/DSC06081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146015271583414978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2pRn-92-sI/AAAAAAAAADw/_corpsfGDs0/s320/DSC06081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2pRgO92-rI/AAAAAAAAADo/1X_Xg7dnh0s/s1600-h/DSC06080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146015138439428786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2pRgO92-rI/AAAAAAAAADo/1X_Xg7dnh0s/s320/DSC06080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-6508369817534273579?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/6508369817534273579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/6508369817534273579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/12/gary-larson.html' title='Gary Larson'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2pRy-92-tI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JQPAM1PmZ_0/s72-c/DSC06089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-7444064483641256445</id><published>2007-12-19T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:27.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I'm here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I now understand why young people prefer living in kl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Found myself getting used to the highways and roads. My 1st weekend here, I managed to drive myself to Bkt Aman at 5:45am in the morning to run with Pacesetters. Even though I 'lost' my way trying to follow the directions which Tey gave me, I was able to 'bang' my way through and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;end up in the right place. *Phew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And which route did I run? The Double Hill route! My first hill run in KL! And the first in my life! I tell you, its just called Double Hill - its actually a 6 to 7 hill route! Big liar, whoever it was that came up with that name. Tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Spent the previous week in Malacca visiting Invitrotech and Tropical Bioessence. Was good. Got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;to know my campadres a little better and had some time to myself to relax and think about stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I recently got my hands on a couple of interesting books. If you must know, I have never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; attempted to read books on motivation and success. I had always thought that those books were for people who just didnt know any better. Even after a friend of mine lent me "Who Moved My Cheese?" 2 years ago, I never gave it a second thought that those books would do me any good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, I guess, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; just didnt know any better. LOL. So who's the fool now! Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145658213772229266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 163px; height: 227px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2kM4e92-pI/AAAAAAAAADY/BU0-566NMdU/s320/highlights_box.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="218" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145657844405041794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2kMi-92-oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qsDrJcKRF30/s320/secret.jpg" border="0" height="184" width="208" /&gt; Well, I believe its not too late for me to join in the game. I am rather serious on not becoming a scientist! Yay. On to greater heights!You go gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;More updates coming soon. Wait till I get a hold of my laptop and wireless connection in Ipoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;BTW folks, this is an awesome book! Everyone should read it! No kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145659742780586658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 145px; height: 199px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2kORe92-qI/AAAAAAAAADg/3p_llQ85c8Q/s320/rich.jpg" border="0" height="234" width="180" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And this just out of the box. I'm a sanguine! Yay. Wasn't really sure until Iqliema convinced me. I always thought I was more of a choleric. Maybe its because I never liked the &lt;em&gt;seemingly sanguine &lt;/em&gt;crowd back then in high school . I just felt that they were all fakes. Cynical me back then. Ha! Maybe I was just more of a thinker then than now. LOL. But yes, they were fakes. And they probably still are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures, to be up in my next entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-7444064483641256445?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/7444064483641256445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/7444064483641256445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-that-im-here.html' title='Now that I&apos;m here'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R2kM4e92-pI/AAAAAAAAADY/BU0-566NMdU/s72-c/highlights_box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-6137871381468747863</id><published>2007-12-09T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:28.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In real life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R1ut-FXp7iI/AAAAAAAAADA/wgoYUgpLajA/s1600-h/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;runners look like shit when they run..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R1utsFXp7gI/AAAAAAAAACw/SyfIY9X6F_k/s1600-h/100_6812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141894372440796674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R1utsFXp7gI/AAAAAAAAACw/SyfIY9X6F_k/s320/100_6812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't believe me? Well, here's yours truly au natural&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here I am, au natural too&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141894539944521234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R1ut11Xp7hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mWQ0C3hS_v4/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;but on my way to 8th placing in Ipoh's Larian Mesra PDRM 2007..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141895978758565426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R1uvJlXp7jI/AAAAAAAAADI/p3K0qtRlUAw/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ha. and i always wondered, how ugly could it get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many thanks to Tey for snapping such a high quality pic of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can even see them zits on the face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for more ugly running pictures, visit &lt;a href="http://pmtey.blogspot.com/search/label/KRI%2012k"&gt;PM Tey's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-6137871381468747863?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/6137871381468747863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/6137871381468747863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-real-life.html' title='In real life...'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R1utsFXp7gI/AAAAAAAAACw/SyfIY9X6F_k/s72-c/100_6812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-6950356904562870523</id><published>2007-11-28T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:29.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Yay! A weekend to look forward to. Last day at work today. And just before I get too busy to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I'm naturally good at leaving. Its beyond me to get emotional or melancholic when its time for me to pack my bags and leave. I've done it more than a couple of times in fact. When I left Form 6 for Shah Alam, when I left Msia for Davis, and when I left Davis for Msia. It never seems to strike home that I should be sad. Why should I? Its not like I'm leaving life. Maybe I'm naturally cold-hearted. I leave the people whom I love and those love me without a second thought that I may not see them again. Ha. But what's so sad about that? It would have been sadder to not even get to know them in the first place yah? And what about people who leave? Gee, I don't feel for them either! What the heck is wrong with me? Maybe I have a gene in me which has evolved that makes me a knuckle-headed person unaffected by departures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the marathon is this Sunday. Yay. My last run will be today. 2 miles is the ideal, and it will be darn hard to refrain myself from doing more. How do you make yourself stop when it feels so good? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://singaporemarathon.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138097250604593906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R04wOgOysvI/AAAAAAAAACI/6qSCD0Ta7PU/s320/scmc06_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly speaking, I haven't been feeding myself as well as I had planned. Partly because I find myself squeezing in time to eat and when I'm rushing to shove food into my mouth, I can't eat a lot. Which is what i need to do! Eat a loT! It's what we long distance runners call 'carbo loading' before the day of the42.195. Only 3 more days to go, and I know I should be doing better in terms of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About work. The past couple of days have been pretty quiet and uneventful. THe boss is at the BIO2007 conference (which i declined to go so i can have enough rest), kak Sha is at her university giving her presentation, en. fauad was away one day, en. ali away another day, leaving only me and dr. guna around in the lab. Hehe. And so i spend my time taking pictures of the cells, refilling pipet tips, visiting the mice, surfing the net, following dr. guna to see the sheep, and wasting time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138101489737315074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R040FQOyswI/AAAAAAAAACQ/H412M_ZHIIU/s320/P1010190small.JPG" border="0" height="202" width="256" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                             Pretty myeloma cells which I snapped with our super microscope camera for fun! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I sure am gonna miss this place. Only 5 weeks but its been a great learning experience. Still, its time to move on, baby! Onto higher grounds! I keep getting the nagging feeling that career as a researcher is not for me. I'm like the classic case of a fresh graduate who finds the perfect job that matches her skills can't decide if its for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realized i haven't been updating about sara lately. Ha, that dog is one of a kind. She's wierd. Sara finally learnt how to dig. So she has been in a digging frenzy of late. And I think that's how she got ticks on her now. We managed to pluck 3 off her body last night. I felt like a mother monkey looking for those blasted creatures hidden under her fur. You know, maybe getting a monkey would do the trick. HAha. So off to the vet she goes today. Poor doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did I mention about the time when no one was home, and it rained heavily with thunder and lightning? And fyi, Sara is terribly frightened at the sound of loud thunder. When we came home, she was nowhere to be seen. And after a few minutes of searching, we finally found her under dad's bookshelf - STUCK! She had hid herself so far in under the narrow bookshelf that she was literally frozen stuck under it! LOL. Stupid dog. And she didnt even make a sound. Haiyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to me. I realize that I probably need more shoes and pants for work. Darn. I knew i should have gotten more while I was in US. I can't seem to find good shirts here in Ipoh. Ha. Right. There you go. I should probably save my energy and go look in KL instead since I'll be there next week. Yay. I can't wait to meet up with Iza my ex-housemate &amp;amp; collegemate. I'll be stationed in Marditech Sdn Bhd, which is just opposite from the UPM area. And I heard from my colleagues that UPM guys are hot! Iza even said her eyes were sparkling the day she started there. Yes Iza! We go look for 'manly man' men together gether yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also looking forward to joining the Pacesetters while I'm in KL. Pretty bummed about leaving Roadrunners though, since they have been a nice bunch to run with. Thanks to them, I've been able to improve my times and learn more about the running scene in Malaysia. The folk, both young and old, whom I've had the privilege to know. Simon, Phillip, Jeffrey, Mui, Amy, Jane, PK, Frank, Lai, and many others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Taking it from Ipoh to KL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://ipohroadrunners.org"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138104311530828594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 273px; height: 153px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R042pgOyszI/AAAAAAAAACo/LJ7CP_B4Gc4/s320/main.jpg" border="0" height="152" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pacesetters.com.my"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138104212746580770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R042jwOysyI/AAAAAAAAACg/RudCHpP-geM/s320/pacmlogo.gif" border="0" height="103" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I will probably never forget the last 10 miler I did with Mui and roadrunners last Sunday. It was a cool and dark morning around 5.30am, and the full moon glowed its yellowish-white shine against the dark morning sky. I noticed it only after we passed by D.R. Park, on the flyover over to town. The image of the bright full moon above us as we ran up the flyover. Priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138103637220963090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R042CQOysxI/AAAAAAAAACY/CCdFDgde5mQ/s320/moon1.jpg" border="0" height="207" width="298" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                 This image does not even come close to the real thing of that lovely morning&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Allow me explain how a running group of friends is so very different. Runners share a passion that is very much different than, say, a passion for shopping or traveling, etc. This passion is one of struggle, of waking up at 4am to run in the wee hours of the morning, pounding away for hours at a time during our long runs. And when all you have is yourself, the sky above, and the road beneath your feet, it creates an eerie sort of feeling that is at the same time, euphoric. The forward movement, the forceful strides, the rhythmic breathing, and the psychological battle in your mind - how do you describe this to a non-runner? How do you describe this wondrous ability of the human body to run, but to a fellow runner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I describe the strength, energy, determination, and team work of runners? Each individual is running for him and herself. But yet working together as a group, where the winner is each person against him and herself. ANd what about the satisfaction we feel, when we pass by the occasional reflective glass of a car shop? We see ourselves, with our individual running styles, like a pack of wild animals on the road giving off an energetic aura. We run, we perservere, and we inspire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As Miles, my favorite Runners World's contributor always says, "Waddle on, folks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-6950356904562870523?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/6950356904562870523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/6950356904562870523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-day-at-work.html' title='Last days'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/R04wOgOysvI/AAAAAAAAACI/6qSCD0Ta7PU/s72-c/scmc06_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-6396915846583064590</id><published>2007-11-26T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:44:51.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do, so little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Returned from Davis mid-August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sara returned the week after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Started training with Ipoh Roadrunners late August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ran my first short-distance race in early september and placed 7th. RM50 + medal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Visited friends in KL in sept and oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ran long runs of more than 10 miles every sunday morning with my kaki lari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Started my new job at Ipoh's Veterinary Research Institute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Hiked up kledang on saturdays with a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ran my second short-distance race in october and placed 8th. RM50 + medal. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Improved my pace from a 7min/km to a 5:30min/km within 3 months of training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Experienced the worst ever food poisoning attack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*'Played' with H5N1 and Nipah viruses in a Level-3 Biohazard Lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Had lots of fun at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Lots of fun with my kaki lari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Biotechcorp Sdn Bhd's entrepreneurship training program offer pops up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Had to pull out of KRI's 12K to attend Biotechcorp's induction. Darn. Could have gotten 3rd or 4th place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coming soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Resign from VRI this Friday after only 5 weeks of work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Run the Singapore marathon on Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Return to KL and hobble to class on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Start life in KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*I do better in longer races (10k or more) than shorter ones (6k or less)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*I am actually capable of mingling with the 'business' crowd. Career change, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*I LOVE al-jazeera and all its pryful and controversial questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*I could participate in Malakoff's Powerman 2008 even if i start training next August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*I've learnt that taking a year off after graduating to rethink and explore your life's passions and career goals will actually move you in the right direction to make well-informed decisions. Better to spend a year of solid searching rather than not for your entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why hurry when you've got everything it takes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-6396915846583064590?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/6396915846583064590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/6396915846583064590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do, so little time'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-7861658725220307155</id><published>2007-11-07T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:22:07.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A run to the death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Almost four years had gone by and I’ve had my fair share of successes and disappointments during my professional career. Things were changing with Team Running USA. Many runners had come and gone. It takes a lot of sacrifice, dedication, and focus to leave friends, family, girlfriends, boyfriends, and the like, to live and train for months on end with a group of people you may or may not get along with. I have to admit that it was not difficult to get along with the athletes of Team Running USA. The chemistry on the team was like no other I’ve experienced. Everyone was always positive and supportive. The clashing of egos was never present. But, like I said, times were changing. Eventually I found myself training much on my own as members left the group. Some new people came, trained for a month or so, and then left. The only consistent members training in Mammoth after a while were Deena, Meb, and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that I’ve been living and training with TRUSA for 5 months, I’ve come to know and respect my new teammates. We all have similar goals and want to help each other reach those goals. The chemistry of the team, with all the different personalities, has produced and environment conducive to enormous opportunities for each athlete. It is now up to each athlete to take full advantage of these opportunities in order to maximize his, or her, potential."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ryan Shay, Introductory Journal Entry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nyrr.org/races/pro/usa_distance/ryanshay.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;New York Road Runners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sure that the running communities all over know of the late Ryan Shay who ran to his death at the recent U.S. Olympic Trials traditionally held the day before the 2007 NYC Marathon. At only 5.5 miles before collapsing, he is probably one of the first elite runners to have collapsed and died mid-race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not only sad, but also overwhelming to all who share the same passion that Ryan Shay had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But unlike many of us who don't aim to 'win', but just love running and marathoning, Ryan Shay stood a high chance of qualifying, along with U.S.A elites like Ryan Hall, Dathan Ritzenhein, Brian Sell, Abdi Abdirahman, Meb Keflezighi, Alan Culpepper, and Khalid Khannouchi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A sad day for many marathoners. A sad day indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-7861658725220307155?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/7861658725220307155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/7861658725220307155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/11/run-to-death.html' title='A run to the death'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-3453592201498014760</id><published>2007-11-04T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T04:02:04.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you're at your most tip-top condition, that's when you should be careful. Its not a matter of &lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt; anymore, its only a matter of &lt;strong&gt;when&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;...when a pebble strikes and you get sick, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, yet another word of advice from my running mates today. Of the many words of wisdom we shared ever since my joining Roadrunners back in late August, this one struck home. And to no surprise of course, since I did fall sick last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm glad, better now than later. Its less than a month to the marathon. And with many things at stake, I would rather get sick like I did last week rather than go under 2 weeks prior to the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so..its recovery time. With recovery runs and a rearranged running schedule. Now, if only the darn rain would leave us alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and by the way. Work is sooo fun! My boss is super hilarious. Its gotten so so funny that my colleague and I will start smiling and stifle our laughs each time we see mr. boss. Not to mention our dear mr lab attendant who is such a sweet old man and our mr lab technician who always smiles and laughs. And our vet officer who keeps his cool but is also a humorous guy deep inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, oh double ooh! My boss took me along to the P3 lab last Friday to infect the cells I was growing with *jeng jeng jeng* H5N1 (Avian flu virus)! Isnt that cool? uber cool we were in those space suit looking coats and face mask and goggles and double-taped our gloves, etc.. I felt like an astronaut...hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the P3 lab is actually a Biohazard Lab level 3, the highest you can get in Malaysia (Level 4 is the highest you get but we dont have one in Msia). And the one where I work is in fact the very first one established in Msia in 1997. So its about 10 years old now. Coolness yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, how long till I can achieve the title of Datuk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-3453592201498014760?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/3453592201498014760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/3453592201498014760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-youre-at-your-most-tip-top.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-154200464782747753</id><published>2007-10-30T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:02:27.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I...can't..breathe...*elp*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As much as I appreciate the two days leave from work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IT SUCKS TO BE SICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And even though I know my interferons are doing their job, it feels really horrid to be subjected to muscle soreness, cough, dry eyes, sore throat, and just the feeling of being wasted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when the fever returns, popping Panadol only makes me break out in sweat half an hour later - and that's a yucky thing. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well. Better to be sick now than in November. Heck, its Oct 31 and I have only 1 more month to my marathon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gasp. Hurry up, gal! You need to GET WELL FAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-154200464782747753?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/154200464782747753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/154200464782747753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/10/icantbreatheelp.html' title='I...can&apos;t..breathe...*elp*'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-3338883570786631638</id><published>2007-10-27T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:29.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Woohoo. Received this baby in the mail a couple of days back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yes, 'tis good to study in California..On top of the nice weather, nice people, nice places, you get Mr. Schwarzenegger's signature (or rather, autograph!) on your degree conferral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/RyL7kAdyreI/AAAAAAAAABY/rMZJcfgHSeA/s1600-h/P1010363edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125935921919864290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/RyL7kAdyreI/AAAAAAAAABY/rMZJcfgHSeA/s320/P1010363edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Work has been nice the past week. Nice people, nice location, nice experiments, nice everything! I mean, like a 2k pay for living in Ipoh!? For an entry-level fresh grad with only a B.Sc in Bio and getting a first job that is 100% related to my degree? It's like, boy, this IS comfy. I even get to run as usual with my getting off on the dot at 5pm. And what better luck than to have work being only 2 minutes from Pologround?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT (ha, there is always a 'but') of course, there's always going to be something better, and lest I fall into the trap of getting "too comfortable", I'll be constantly reminding myself: &lt;em&gt;You were made for more than just this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Like saving up for a couple of years and moving overseas to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Like getting an M.B.A &amp;amp; opening a business on the side so I get to be my own boss w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hile having a permanent job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Like running at least one marathon in a different country every year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Like helping the less fortunates of other SEA countries through charity runs and marathons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ha. Yes, I am capable and I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/RyMHdgdyrhI/AAAAAAAAABw/dRXrYA8nsXM/s1600-h/P1010411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/RyMHdgdyrhI/AAAAAAAAABw/dRXrYA8nsXM/s320/P1010411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125949004390247954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Because I am ME - the ultra runner. And everybody knows what runners are capable of! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-3338883570786631638?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/3338883570786631638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/3338883570786631638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-all-good.html' title='It&apos;s all good'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/RyL7kAdyreI/AAAAAAAAABY/rMZJcfgHSeA/s72-c/P1010363edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-8978011988786585241</id><published>2007-10-10T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:29.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't get it right..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..don't even bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Rw1-NGOen7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/LhJqtuwHsZ0/s1600-h/fronting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Rw1-NGOen7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/LhJqtuwHsZ0/s320/fronting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119887114864861106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The residents of Ipoh Gdn East would surely know what it is that I am refering to. Yes, the big promotional board for some new shops in Station 18. Basically, the fellas were trying to convey the information about the location of the shops, but in their attempts to explain "the shop lots facing Tesco", the blockheads seem to have it in their pants to smugly put "shops FRONTING Tesco" instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And yes, it IS a little annoying, each time I drive home from my evening runs. 'FRONTING' just stares right back at me, as if to mock me just so. If I were a vandal, I would have done something to correct the injustice from the moment I had laid my eyes on that sign. And no, I am not a self-righteous native English speaker who finds it her God-given duty to correct every single grammatical error that other people make. But isn't this too obvious not to notice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gah. Someone, hand me a can of spray paint! I can't take it anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-8978011988786585241?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/8978011988786585241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/8978011988786585241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-you-cant-get-it-right.html' title='If you can&apos;t get it right..'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Rw1-NGOen7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/LhJqtuwHsZ0/s72-c/fronting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-6393807866794944610</id><published>2007-10-10T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:55:38.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outrunning the guys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;always feels great, when you're a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*tee hee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;The feeling that someone's onto your heels. The constant crunching of gravel from behind. The wind that carries the sound of heavy breathing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;And sure enough, from the corner of your eye, the guy appears. Smug as a bushy-tailed chipmunk thinking that he can outrun you. And of course, you keep your cool. You know you like to make it seem effortless. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're actually gradually increasing your stride, just in case. And you were right. The guy just won't let it go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;But you've already completed 4 rounds and this is the final round where you sprint. You duck and dodge and run around the ppl who are in your way, and he does the same. You make the run up the incline, causing the both of you to run side by side, keeping up with each other. But you keep going faster and faster - and he's slowing falling behind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Heck you don't even know the dude! Or rather, he doesn't even know you! What was he thinking? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;And you go all out to the end with sweet victory on your lips. Yes. Its good to outrun the boys. After all, you're only&lt;/em&gt; *a girl*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*This is such an &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bG_UDYtNXUo"&gt;awesome video&lt;/a&gt;! Boys are such big bullies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f8e0f6a8ac68c7a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f8e0f6a8ac68c7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331040017%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCD9C7217DE66DCAFCB8D680F5242AA685615290.4506BD218369CC034AE60EF8924181B4423FA1BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df8e0f6a8ac68c7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da5u9SUyUnFMTs4zW6ILxOZhhsZg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f8e0f6a8ac68c7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331040017%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCD9C7217DE66DCAFCB8D680F5242AA685615290.4506BD218369CC034AE60EF8924181B4423FA1BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df8e0f6a8ac68c7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da5u9SUyUnFMTs4zW6ILxOZhhsZg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;Run Talk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. ASICS is the acronym for the Latin phrase: &lt;em&gt;anima sano in corpore sano&lt;/em&gt; which means a 'sound mind in a sound body'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2. Stamata Revithi was the first woman to run a marathon in the 1896 Olympic Games but her entry was considered unofficial. Kathrine Switzer was the first woman to run the Boston Marathon in 1967. Women were not officially allowed to compete until 1972 in the Boston Marathon while it was only until 1984 that they were allowed into the Olympic Games Marathon. Wow, that's actually not too long ago from where we are now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3. Top world runners train at high altitudes. Like in the western rim of Kenya's Rift Valley, La Paz in Bolivia, Wenzhuan in Tibet, and the Rockys in North America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-6393807866794944610?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f8e0f6a8ac68c7a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/6393807866794944610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/6393807866794944610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/10/outrunning-guys.html' title='outrunning the guys...'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-5883179213677963589</id><published>2007-10-02T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:30.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mah temps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;These babies sure are living up to their name - for the time being. That is, until my Gel-Fortitudes arrive - the specific model is yet to be released in Malaysia but has been in US stores since a couple of months back. The model which took me desperate measures to attain - by purchasing it from good ol' trusty Fleet Feet Davis over the phone, after which Whit helped pick up from the store, and Adilla helped bring back on her flight. Boy those new shoes have certainly covered more distance than I have...and without me too, darn it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Neways, my Gel-Foundations have been good since I got them last week. No pain or tightness whatsoever that you get from breaking into your trainers. And I even took them out on my 18km run last week only after one measley trial run. Couldn't really judge from my 10km run yesterday since I was still loopy from antibiotics and an annoying butt-ache. Yeah, I still wonder why I'm getting kickass aches in the rump after my stomach flu episode? Did my stomach muscles heave up too much force that it traveled down to my rear? Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116262536129191842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/RwCdq2Oen6I/AAAAAAAAABI/_15N0SkTZVo/s320/asicsgelfoundation.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*Asics Gel-Foundation*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But yea, as much as they seem to work, I doubt they would provide me the same comfort and endurance as the Gel-Fortitudes would in the marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh well. Till I meet up with Adilla. Till my new shoes make it to my feet. Till I regain 6 pounds! Till then, keep on running folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-5883179213677963589?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/5883179213677963589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/5883179213677963589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/10/mah-temps.html' title='mah temps'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/RwCdq2Oen6I/AAAAAAAAABI/_15N0SkTZVo/s72-c/asicsgelfoundation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-4035220300491365657</id><published>2007-09-30T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:30.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly one summer ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Rv4WlGOen5I/AAAAAAAAABA/M09QJsZQo5c/s1600-h/n3234710_32427354_5090.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115551053321772946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Rv4WlGOen5I/AAAAAAAAABA/M09QJsZQo5c/s320/n3234710_32427354_5090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;From left: Whitney, Katrina, Moi, Insup, Chantelle, Rebekah, Grace, Alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoa. I hardly remember taking this photo when Kat tagged me on Facebook. Yep. Those were the good ol' days of summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now everyone's everywhere. Grace's in Korea, Rebekah's in Pittsburgh, Chantelle's in Paraguay...woohoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when we meet again, which I think will happen for sure, it will be one hecka swell reunion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then, press on, folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-4035220300491365657?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/4035220300491365657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/4035220300491365657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/09/exactly-one-summer-ago.html' title='Exactly one summer ago..'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Rv4WlGOen5I/AAAAAAAAABA/M09QJsZQo5c/s72-c/n3234710_32427354_5090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-159678502036164904</id><published>2007-09-27T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:50:12.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woe is me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..and only the pompous twit would use "woe is I.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two of the biggest setbacks that a runner faces are injury and illness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Injury is no stranger to the runner, for every form of running-related injury, whether it be plantar fascitis, achilles tendinitis, shinsplints, etc. has a remedy. And because most runners are well equipped with the knowledge (yes, runners are smart too, ya know?) of how to tend to these injuries, most will up and about on their trusty running feet within 2-4 weeks. Yours truly has had her own share of shinsplint attacks, plantar fascitis agony, and calf muscle pulls yet she emerges stronger and better for the next upcoming race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, when it comes to illness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NO! Call the doc! I can't take it anymore! I need to find out how! WHY, WHY, Why MEee..!!!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep. Whether it be a fever, a cold, or worse, a STOMACH VIRUS!! The runner breaks down and starts contemplating her sad fate for the next few days when she can't run or do anything but lie in bed (or in my case, sit on the rocking chair) waiting for the hours and days to go by..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, unlike injury, which affects only a specific area of the bod (limb, muscle, etc), an illness wreaks havoc on the entire bod! The immune system, digestive tract, and mental state, if you will, all go into their own state of catalysmic bonkus~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, why am I harping on about being sick? Everyone gets sick once a while, right? Beep! WRONG! Heck, I'm never ever gonna let myself get sick again (unless its being sick in the head, ah but that would need to be taken in an entirely different approach). Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because, this once-in-a-lifetime stomach virus (or flu, as they call it)..cost me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- throw up every single thing i try to eat/drink, including water, yes water.&lt;br /&gt;- run to the toilet every hour (to throw up and throw down? hehe. how to say cirit nicely, ah?)&lt;br /&gt;- lose 6 pounds over 2 days!!!!!!! grrr&lt;br /&gt;- sleep downstairs for fear of throwing up in my room&lt;br /&gt;- feel uncannily weak and light-headed&lt;br /&gt;- stay in while its nice weather for running outside&lt;br /&gt;- drag my giddy head out to walk the dog&lt;br /&gt;- be unable to eat rice or drink soymilk/milo, etc&lt;br /&gt;- refrain from eating for fear of throwing up&lt;br /&gt;- develop an intense hatred for the cursed virus that causes gastroenteritis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- lose four training days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you know why even YOU should be aware and afraid. Unlike food poisoning, the stomach flu is contagious..repeat after me, contagious.......hoooo....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;now, go wash your hands before you eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-159678502036164904?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/159678502036164904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/159678502036164904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/09/woe-is-me.html' title='woe is me..'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-2694857090697617861</id><published>2007-09-27T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:31:42.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>er, come again..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my entire life, I have never had the pleasure of meeting anybody officially deemed "LCLY" (a cantonese abbreviation) before. Sure, i've heard friends calling other friends "LCLY", but being the linguistically-challenged person I am, I never really had an idea what it always meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today though, that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LCLY is short for LANSILANYONG and it means to dictate someone as an arrogant, egotistical, snobby show-off. It is often used as a harsh term for someone who is very much disliked by many. It is normally applied to people who think they are super-smart enough to look down on others, or people who are stupid but trying to play smart" - some forum off the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who better than elite runners who are super-good and talented to fit into the role of an LCLY person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my 18.6km training run this morning, I was approached by a runner whom I've always smiled to since joining KRI but never received a smile or even a nod back in return. Today, I finally found out why. Although one of Ipoh's top runners, he has a reputation of being a show-off, or rather, as we Malaysians call it, "Eksyen". Our short conversation left me stumped, as to how on earth can there be such a person who could be so condescending, who finds it so easy to wave off one's hard efforts, and who even has the balls to tell others to quit running just because they are not as fast as him (yes, he even goes to the extend of telling good runners that they are no good) while on the road. I'm glad we've never met on the road..Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Holy Crap! He must think he's really something, to be saying things like these! Although I've never seen him perform (or how good he really is), at least I can bet that he will never be as good as the Kenyans or Russians who can run 2:04 marathons and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. He even went to the extent of assuming that I was going to run in Singapore just because the other KRI members invited me to. Heck, I registered for the marathon way back in May/June while I was still in the US. I didn't even know about the group till I came back home to Ipoh. If it weren't such a dangerous place for girls to be running around Ipoh alone without company, I'd gladly do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that marathon running causes osteoperosis in women? (With a balanced diet and good calcium intake, running actually increases bone density and reduces risk of bone loss in women) And that a woman's menstruation interferes with a woman's ability to perform? (Estrogen is the wonder hormone that allows women to perform well even through their menstrual cycle. Read more at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runtheplanet.com/trainingracing/training/women/menstruation.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Run Planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) Well, if only he had more credibility in proving them. Any educated person (with a degree like me, at least), would be able to easily refute those unfounded statements. I just didn't because I didn't want to start an argument with a blockhead who doesn't even know what he's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I certainly think that running is for everyone to enjoy. As a purist runner (yeh, some test I did that identified what kind of runner I am), I'd be exhilarated to find a newbie interested in running. It brings more meaning into the sport. In the end, its the spirit of camaraderie and the joy of running together that makes running the fulfilling gift that it was meant to be for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: My new Asics Gel-Foundation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-2694857090697617861?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/2694857090697617861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/2694857090697617861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/09/er-come-again_23.html' title='er, come again..?'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-7388500078418365780</id><published>2007-09-17T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:30.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes' best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Ru49NI5VPkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zYmR1IEz4gc/s1600-h/P1010158-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Ru49NI5VPkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zYmR1IEz4gc/s320/P1010158-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111089923047636546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my asics gel-fortitude and its best friend, the nike+ chip&lt;br /&gt;san francisco half marathon, check&lt;br /&gt;california international marathon, check&lt;br /&gt;davis stampede half marathon, check&lt;br /&gt;san diego rock and roll marathon, check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all good things come to an end eventually&lt;br /&gt;babe, it was swell running with ya'&lt;br /&gt;'twas good while it lasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-7388500078418365780?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/7388500078418365780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/7388500078418365780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/09/shoes-best-friend.html' title='shoes&apos; best friend'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Ru49NI5VPkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zYmR1IEz4gc/s72-c/P1010158-edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-4702902714817344977</id><published>2007-09-16T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:30.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Ru4K0o5VPjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ozMd1SOQs_U/s1600-h/boyfriendsph2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Ru4K0o5VPjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ozMd1SOQs_U/s320/boyfriendsph2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111034526559452722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-4702902714817344977?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/4702902714817344977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/4702902714817344977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Ru4K0o5VPjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ozMd1SOQs_U/s72-c/boyfriendsph2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-6751753022185149782</id><published>2007-07-01T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:31.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Roh5LJtbzvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9BWR3o18fwI/s1600-h/n3211952_34572785_9545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Roh5LJtbzvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9BWR3o18fwI/s320/n3211952_34572785_9545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082445411979611890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;0h, for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-6751753022185149782?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/6751753022185149782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/6751753022185149782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/07/0h-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Roh5LJtbzvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9BWR3o18fwI/s72-c/n3211952_34572785_9545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-9138002887222566561</id><published>2007-07-01T20:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:31.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Roh3zptbzuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VaXlOOBJa-8/s1600-h/img40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Roh3zptbzuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VaXlOOBJa-8/s320/img40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082443908741058274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;underneath everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-9138002887222566561?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/9138002887222566561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/9138002887222566561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/07/underneath-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/Roh3zptbzuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VaXlOOBJa-8/s72-c/img40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-2014302421138198431</id><published>2007-06-08T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:07:31.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2nd Full Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/RmmIwFsrrSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e6EsHX33lWk/s1600-h/15304-1729-035f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/RmmIwFsrrSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e6EsHX33lWk/s320/15304-1729-035f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073736814954261794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5:23:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-2014302421138198431?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/2014302421138198431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/2014302421138198431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-full-marathon.html' title='The 2nd Full Marathon'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/RmmIwFsrrSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e6EsHX33lWk/s72-c/15304-1729-035f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-1466218141959591601</id><published>2007-04-28T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T02:37:25.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoa. Now I need to sign into blogspot with my google account? Where have I been all this while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no time to make entries here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-1466218141959591601?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/1466218141959591601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/1466218141959591601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/04/google.html' title='Google?'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-117668922557300721</id><published>2007-04-15T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:07:05.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no time to sleep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/891130/n3217855_33781051_6354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/293930/n3217855_33781051_6354.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-117668922557300721?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/117668922557300721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/117668922557300721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-time-to-sleep.html' title='no time to sleep..'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-117544477002853491</id><published>2007-04-01T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T09:26:10.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yyaaarrrrggghh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time no time no time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-117544477002853491?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/117544477002853491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/117544477002853491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/04/yyaaarrrrggghh.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-117433170109077351</id><published>2007-03-19T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T13:15:01.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/671043/5151445633934l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/891036/5151445633934l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..so what happens next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-117433170109077351?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/117433170109077351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/117433170109077351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-117424283660851928</id><published>2007-03-18T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:33:56.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;omigosh. i've been so caught up with school/work/etc that i've neglected this page for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;but, no fear. xing ling is STILL here. muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;and there is still yet a long way to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;funny, i feel like a real adult now, doing real adult things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;singing in the university chorus with the symphony orchestra la (and with all the makcik pakcik tua alumni), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;flying to LA for an interview with the Dean of Biological Sciences from USM Penang la,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;wearing a suit and black shoes and carrying a portfolio and handbag la,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;engaging in short interview chats at the Winter career fair at UCD la, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;planning another short trip to Boston for the BIO2007 International Convention la,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;shortlisting the graduate schools to apply to la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Life is obviously picking up its pace on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Speaking about pace, I'm now just right behind ol' Harold in our 100km challenge at Nike plus. Nyahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-117424283660851928?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/117424283660851928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/117424283660851928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/03/omigosh.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-117075015455645395</id><published>2007-02-06T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:24:38.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boom babeh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ran my second half-marathon! Beat my old time by 4 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Davis Stampede 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.1 miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:12:32 (but my watch says 2:12:24)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bib number was 5284, translated into the US date: Feb 5th '84. A day before my birthdate. Cool or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Also, I turn 23 today! And if you flip the seconds in my race time, 32 becomes 23!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was just telling my friend how February is sucha cool month 'cos it has all the cool things smushed into one month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;President's Day (holidayyyyy for undeserving college students)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and...my Birthday! (the most important of all!) Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Maybe to make February even better, I might just consider changing Sara's birthday to February too. Let's make it Feb 12. Yay. Now another reason to love February!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-117075015455645395?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/117075015455645395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/117075015455645395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/02/boom-babeh.html' title='boom babeh!'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116980039227388610</id><published>2007-01-26T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:33:32.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now that i'm getting there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...what do i do after i graduate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116980039227388610?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116980039227388610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116980039227388610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-no.html' title='oh no...!'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116931178069279662</id><published>2007-01-20T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T19:50:27.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? Busy? Naaahh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greetings from da-da land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe what a blast I'm having in school this quarter. It awesome to be busy with the things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually like&lt;/span&gt; doing. Out of the 5 classes I am taking, I actually enjoy 4 of them so much that I haven't been getting my usual itchiness to skip class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hebrew 022&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, am now in the Intermediate Hebrew class. Its now my second formal year of learning Hebrew, even though I actually started 3 years ago on my own. I love Hebrew so much even though I know the only place i'll ever be able to use it is in the US or Israel. Fat chances of me meeting any Israelis in Malaysia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arabic 002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Middle Eastern language I've always wanted to learn. It's now my second quarter  in this class and I find it so darn HARD to master. Its like whenever I read a word, my brain takes its own sweet time commiting its sound to my short term memory, only after which I am able to write down the phonetics, translate it, and FINALLY understand what it means in English. Plah! Nvm, the goal is to read, not really speak. Oh oh. I bet I could read some Jawi here and there now. Why, last week I was able to read 'Kari Ayam' in Jawi on Adilla's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggi Mee &lt;/span&gt;packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music 144&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! University Chorus! We've been having practices in the Music building twice a week since school started. Beethoven's 9th symphony, the one with the Ode to Joy song - in GERMAN! walala. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alle Meshen bin den veeder mas die mode Shtrengetailt&lt;/span&gt;! Ha, my favourite line in the piece. The performace will be this March 11 in UCD's reknowned Mondavi Theatre's Jackson Hall! Now i'll be able to have Kern our beloved maestro conducting in my frontal view. Ah what joy my eyes await...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PhyEd 006 - Women's Self Defense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. A class that every gal should take before she returns home. The cool thing about this class is that we carry out the real thing, where someone is attacks another, allowing us to put what we learn to practice. Oh oh, here's the coolest part. The teacher is actually going to have REAL MEN! Real football player sized men come in at the end of the quarter to attack us!! We'd then have to carry out the defensive moves we acquired throughout the quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal Genetics 111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My molecular genetics lab partner is...WIERD. I'm just happy that Iza and Adilla are in the same table as I am. The class and lab is going fine. Kinda like it, if that's what I'll have to end up doing in my career. Btw, our lab is right opposite Medrano's lab, the lab I interned in during my 3rd year at Davis. Oooh ooh now i get to set my eyes on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ricardo yang HENSEM&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rodrigo yang RUGGED&lt;/span&gt;! What a lab of South American hunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MASA Saturday Dance Practices in the ARC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blast we have each time we meet for practice. None of us have been formally trained in the art of dance, but we have managed to choreograph and execute a whole set of amazingly stunning moves! By replaying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asmaradana&lt;/span&gt;, some zapin videos, and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puteri Gunung Ledang&lt;/span&gt; musical like a thousand times each, we managed pick up some moves to modify and use in our dance. Thanks to everyone's cooperation, it looks like we're actually starting to have something to show!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winter 2007 at Davis RAWKS, babeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116931178069279662?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116931178069279662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116931178069279662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-busy-naaahh.html' title='Me? Busy? Naaahh!'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116780720531609239</id><published>2007-01-02T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:23:57.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;..reading the blog of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a newly admitted &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://chorus.ucdavis.edu/rosters/07W-UC.htm"&gt;member &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the UCDavis University Chorus &lt;/span&gt;(look for my name!!!)&lt;br /&gt;*a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Davis Stampede 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.changeofpace.com/2007_davis_stampede.html"&gt;half-marathon participant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hsingln/Picture168s.JPG"&gt;member &lt;/a&gt;of the MASA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puteri Gunung Ledang Dance Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a loving &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.geocities.com/hsingln/Picture107.jpg"&gt;Sara-mommy&lt;/a&gt; who just made it through her first year of motherhood!&lt;br /&gt;*a UCD Senior who has only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 more quarters&lt;/span&gt; to scrape herself through&lt;br /&gt;*a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cashless &lt;/span&gt;student living off borrowed money and credit card(s)&lt;br /&gt;*a living proof that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dinosaurs&lt;/span&gt; once roamed the earth (yea, got that one off the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emp's New Groooooove&lt;/span&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we goooo.....!! It's a brand new year with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; resolutions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116780720531609239?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116780720531609239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116780720531609239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-are-now.html' title='You are now..'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116771799221918095</id><published>2007-01-01T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:06:32.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we there yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it. Its 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116771799221918095?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116771799221918095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116771799221918095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are we there yet?'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116746781933596865</id><published>2006-12-30T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:39:40.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's gonna happen in....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me running in yet another half-marathon ...NEXT YEAR! --The 25th anniversary of the annual Davis Stampede! 13.1 miles around Davis, CA! ..that would make it my..hm...4th official run  as a 22-year old and my 1st official run in 2007! Yeh.  Gonna  make it my birthday run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also need spankin' new running shorts and pants. A girl's gotta look good, doesn't she? (And I don't mean 'make-up' kind of looking good. All you make-up addicts are gonna die beautiful but young from skin cancer! *that's just my take on the whole make-up business*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sartorius&lt;/span&gt;. That, I think, is the muscle/tendon/bone/whatever that got pulled during the marathon  3 weeks ago.  See? Its somewhere  in the gluteus region. Why am I even talking about this? Ha. Its just something of a concern to me. But I guess a one month to buck up for a half-marathon isn't pushing it too hard, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/399493/legmuscl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/272094/legmuscl.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me also gonna DANCE! with me lovely ladies and gentlemen from MASA UCD! WHere? At the South East Asian Night in February! My ever faithful performance team and I have been choreographing the dance moves to Puteri Gunung Ledang since ..hm...oh. 2 weeks ago. Gee, that felt like a long time. Anyhoo, to pry ourselves away from the mundane-ness of just planning, choreographing, and recording videos of the dance, we had a photoshoot session! ha. And what better place but the ARC Dance Studio to pose as dancers and give ballet teachers the fright of their lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/268349/Picture%20160s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/19697/Picture%20160s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see? we look lovely eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/22247/Picture%20165s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/808682/Picture%20165s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've always wondered what kind of person I would have turned into if I had continued my ballet lessons.  Yea. I think I was 6 or 7, when I was sent  for lessons for about 6 months. I guess I chose piano over ballet in the end because I never really liked the people at the ballet center. They seemed...superficial. And too concerned about their looks and figure. Wow, come to think of it, I was a pretty observant kid back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..running, dancing...i wonder what else's in store for me in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ha* this is funny. Maybe i'll get a boyfriend and have him take care of Sara for me while I go to class, work, and run. yes. brilliant plan, my dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116746781933596865?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116746781933596865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116746781933596865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-gonna-happen-in.html' title='What&apos;s gonna happen in....?'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116738957033077551</id><published>2006-12-29T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:52:50.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I 'heart' Malay</title><content type='html'>Isn't it the most useful language to use outside negara tercinta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me loves it! Muaks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116738957033077551?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116738957033077551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116738957033077551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-heart-malay.html' title='I &apos;heart&apos; Malay'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116738942063836491</id><published>2006-12-29T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:50:20.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my thoughts are aplenty. i'm very... very full of crap. everything i wanna say is either sarcastic or witty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i don't do or say what i think. not here, not in real life. haha. that's the number one reason why this site is sucha boring site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm boring too. yah? man, boring is sooo good. you know why? cos' you get to do whatever you want without having to avoid everyone getting their hands on you. ha. long live boring people. boring people also get a lot of time to themselves. if not, they wouldn't be boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;boring people are also the worst when it comes to say, blogging, partying, studying (yes, boring people study at home rather than do the social studying library thing), and...exercising? the only partay-ing i do is in my own room with sara. thanks to trance and dance mix bitcomet torrents~ you don't think exercising is boring? you have no idea how many times people exclaim to me, how running is such a boring sport...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ha. boring people also try not to menjawab panggilan telefon bimbit. they also wait 5 minutes after the doorbell rings to answer the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;boring people like me cook a lot, exercise a lot, watch dvds a lot, clean a lot, plan a lot, crap a lot, and do the bla bla bla thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha. boring people also love returning to the same, repetitive, mundane routines. heck. we don't even mind eating or drinking the same stuff everyday. change is unneccessary when you're a certified authentic boring person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and when you're a boring person, you don't give a *tahi* about what goes on in kepala orang lain. who cares a load of tahi if somebody formulates theories about your inabilities and shortcomings. yah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;orang like that should just go find something more worthwhile to do rather than menyusahkan diri trying to figure out everything. kadang-kadang kan, kesemuanya tidaklah secomplicated yang difikir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THINK SIMPLE! BE BORING! IT PAYS OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me loves me. and sara too. Have a good night/morning everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116738942063836491?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116738942063836491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116738942063836491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-thoughts-are-aplenty.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116720369793821525</id><published>2006-12-26T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:24:41.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody!! Tell me where I can get these! Download, torrent, compilation cd, whatever!! I just want 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head over heels (alex gaudino remix) by blu lipstick&lt;br /&gt;lucky (hot stuff mix short) by lucky twice&lt;br /&gt;inside out (edit) by fab&lt;br /&gt;number one in heaven (bronleewe and bose radio edit) by nemesis&lt;br /&gt;sugar, sugar lovin' (josh harris club edit) by simone denny&lt;br /&gt;your love sets me free (radio mix) by platinum project&lt;br /&gt;like a star by cynthia&lt;br /&gt;everybody dance now / rock this party (radio edit) by bob sinclar&lt;br /&gt;stay (airscape radio edit) by wendy phillips&lt;br /&gt;Let's get down (vocal radio mix) by hernandez vs DJ Tyo&lt;br /&gt;hush boy (soul seekerz edit) by basement jaxx&lt;br /&gt;i believe (josh harris radio mix) by georgeie porgie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. why? cos' they're on ABF's playlist! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116720369793821525?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116720369793821525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116720369793821525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/somebody-tell-me-where-i-can-get-these.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116708418078602766</id><published>2006-12-25T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:03:00.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Natal semua!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/184667/christmaswish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/16933/christmaswish2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you all, for the wonderful year shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116708418078602766?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116708418078602766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116708418078602766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/selamat-hari-natal-semua.html' title='Selamat Hari Natal semua!!!'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116707645917441879</id><published>2006-12-25T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T11:58:40.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengejar HadirMu</title><content type='html'>&lt;center  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="hilite"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="hilite"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hilite"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dekat padaMu itu rinduku&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kataku, Kaupun menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Tak kusangka kutemukan satu kasih yang abadi&lt;br /&gt;Kini kudatang dan kubawa hidupku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memandang wajahMu&lt;br /&gt;Mengikuti kebaikkanMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hilite"&gt;Mengejar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hilite"&gt;hadirMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam hidupku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Membawa sembahku&lt;br /&gt;Menyatakan kebesaranMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hilite"&gt;Mengejar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hilite"&gt;hadirMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam hidupku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**If you have eardrums of iron, you can &lt;a href="http://us.share.geocities.com/hsingln/new2.mp3"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to me play Mengejar HadirMu!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116707645917441879?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116707645917441879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116707645917441879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/mengejar-hadirmu.html' title='Mengejar HadirMu'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116698968153855480</id><published>2006-12-24T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:50:04.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! Dlm bhs melayu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em class="bbcode italic"&gt;"Jadikan semua bangsa murid-Ku dan baptislah mereka dalam nama Bapa, Anak Dan Roh Kudus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Matius 28:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong class="bbcode bold"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;" class="bbcode italic"&gt;"Dan ajarkanlah mereka melakukan segala sesuatu yang telah Ku perintahkan kepadamu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan ketahuilah, Aku menyertai kamu senantiasa sampai kepada akhir zaman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em class="bbcode italic"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;MATIUS 28:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116698968153855480?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116698968153855480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116698968153855480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-dlm-bhs-melayu.html' title='Hey! Dlm bhs melayu!'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116696403529680577</id><published>2006-12-24T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T04:40:35.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aduhai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aduhai. tak fahamlah, orang yang buang rasa geram kat orang yang tak bersalah. dahlah tak cakap apa sebabnya, apa punca masalahnya. nih terus lempar rasa geram kat kawan yang tak tahu apa-apa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gile rasa tak adil. tak boleh ke, at least, cuba sabar sikit. bayangkan apa rasa hatinya orang yang kena. sedih tau. bile cuba hulurkan bantuan tapi tidak dibalas dengan apa-apa response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nasib baik boleh fikir tentang sara, teman serumah, sahabat baik, dan sebagainya. tidak usah pikirkan orang yang tak tahu mengawal emosi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan alangkah baiknya dapat berbahasa melayu bile meluahkan perasaan di sini. bile tahu orang tu akan melawat laman tapi tak reti baca dan paham!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PUAS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116696403529680577?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116696403529680577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116696403529680577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/aduhai.html' title='aduhai'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116656805744162501</id><published>2006-12-19T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T15:02:46.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letih. lesu. tapi suka! :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;AAAAhhhh...letihnye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall quarter - check&lt;br /&gt;Finals - check&lt;br /&gt;Half-marathon - check&lt;br /&gt;Marathon - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a good day. The day finals was over for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a good day. We gave Gabriel a farewell makan.&lt;br /&gt;But it was also a bad day. The day I learned about Joy and Eng's 13 dogs.&lt;br /&gt;And it was the day I ran and discovered that my thigh inner muscle (S something is the name of that muscle) is still not fully healed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a good day. Church and sushi and (high) tea with my girls and Whit&lt;br /&gt;But it was still a bad day because nobody seemed to care about Joy and Eng's 13 dogs even though I posted updates on my blog and Friendster. An old friend even had the nerve to ask, "Since when did you become a dog activist?" (Let's hope he does not have access to this blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me! Notifying others and spreading the news DOES NOT MEAN I AM A FRIGGIN' DOG ACTIVIST! Activists are people who go around shoving their beliefs into people's faces. There is, mind you, a big difference between spreading word and shoving your ideals into the face of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have the guts to care about something many that many people just turn a blind eye or ear to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a good day. Movie and pizza with my girls and Whit, Spruce, and Chantelle. It was also good because Rebekah my ex-roomie visited from Pittsburgh!!&lt;br /&gt;But it was slightly bad because I had low energy levels. That of which I am not able to figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is a good day. Sent Adilla off to Vegas at SMF.&lt;br /&gt;..and would be an even better one if only my boy hurries up so I can see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy looks so good, that I feel like looking at photos of myself. During when I used to have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It was so long, that I can't believe now, how long it was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/301870/P1010057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/688126/P1010057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to Adilla's Pete-the-ultra-cool-hairstylist, something had to be done to give my hair more bounce and less ...em..yea, split ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/383191/n26203250_30025168_3840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/844400/n26203250_30025168_3840.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And if that wasn't enough, the Pityriasis Rosea virus that attacked me last summer finished up the job. So I declared war and retaliated by coloring it red! *zzz i looked hungry and jet-lagged at Harvard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/185280/P9180039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/291311/P9180039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, well that's not the real reason. I wanted funkier hair, that's why. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! Nak potong rambut lagi lah! *iza, iza......*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116656805744162501?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116656805744162501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116656805744162501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/letih-lesu-tapi-suka-p.html' title='letih. lesu. tapi suka! :P'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116637316026754437</id><published>2006-12-17T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T08:33:41.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy is recovering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't Joy the sweetest looking dog ever? He looks just like Sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/153791/DSC04297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/388801/DSC04297.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;http://remembersheena.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that just a couple of weeks ago, he was in this sad condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/761443/Joy%20before%20his%20surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/578012/Joy%20before%20his%20surgery.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;http://remembersheena.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do visit &lt;a href="http://www.care2.com/news/member/957884325/248029"&gt;http://www.care2.com/news/member/957884325/248029&lt;/a&gt; or the above blog for more information. You feedback and help in spreading his piece of news would count towards getting a response from the higher authorities in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"On December 6, 2006, RSC wrote to Dr. Subramaniam, Parliamentary Secretary to the Ministry of Housing and Local Government, Datuk Seri Ong Ka Ting, the Minister of Housing and Local Government, Tan Seri Datuk Seri Panglima Bernard Dompok, Minister in charge of the Public Complaints Bureau, and Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"So far Sin Chew Jit Poh did a great story on Joy and Malaysiakini also carried the story. We are still working to get the news out. We are even getting some reaction from the Malaysian government, which we shall notify you all of later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially to those of you who are Malaysians studying overseas who think there is nothing that you can do. There is. Spread the word. Get your friends who are not Malaysian to know about it. Only by getting others to know about this can help with pulling out a response from our government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116637316026754437?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116637316026754437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116637316026754437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/joy-is-recovering.html' title='Joy is recovering'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116625447101661754</id><published>2006-12-15T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:29:22.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED ALERT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This had just happened within the past couple of weeks.                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   http://remembersheena.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://remembersheena.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/562784/Joy%20before%20his%20surgery.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"The lower jaw of the dog was dangling and its tongue was hanging out. Two eye-witnesses who pleaded with Sabrina to help the dog, said they had seen it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being beaten by Indonesian foreign workers who kept calling the dog “haram” as it was attacked.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the full story, please visit go to  http://remembersheena.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am utterly speechless. How could they do such a thing?! Did God really create dogs so that they can be 'dirty' and 'unclean' just so that people can justify their acts of cruelty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just can't tolerate this any longer. This didn't even come up in the main local newspapers like NST nor Star nor Berita Harian. Only in the Sin Chew Jit Poh. What does this say about Malaysians and their ignorance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/923879/Joy_Poster_JPEG01__small_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/782238/Joy_Poster_JPEG01__small_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To help spread the news, as other bloggers have been doing, I have permission from the owner of these pictures to post them up. If you feel compelled to do the same, I urge you to do it. It's the most you can do as a person who does not endorse animal cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have nothing else to do, it would not take much of your time to go to this website to learn of another piece of news --&gt; http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/947146655&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you would please excuse me, *I need to hug and sit with Sara for a while...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116625447101661754?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116625447101661754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116625447101661754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/red-alert.html' title='RED ALERT!!'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116620138466429015</id><published>2006-12-15T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:50:06.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 3, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/317451/sd_course_map_07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/120074/sd_course_map_07.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one's next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I only have two options..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to finish it within 4:30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or finish it within 4:30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if it means not running with my pals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finals, please be over soon! I need to start training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116620138466429015?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116620138466429015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116620138466429015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/june-3-2007.html' title='June 3, 2007'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116590767330521857</id><published>2006-12-11T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:14:33.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Nadia we all love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's 11pm on the 11th of December now in Davis, CA.... (but 12/12/06 in Malaysia!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i guess I can never be too early.. to wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/874826/nadiabday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/225156/nadiabday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay. It's time to start jumping through 'em clouds, big gal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116590767330521857?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116590767330521857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116590767330521857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-nadia-we-all-love.html' title='For the Nadia we all love...'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116590350494598418</id><published>2006-12-11T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:05:04.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nooooo.. *pulls a sad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/802057/7taiyounoUtai08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/986803/7taiyounoUtai08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*hu hu hu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having my finals and i need to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had to&lt;/span&gt; go and sing karaoke to the songs from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taiyou no uta&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;konayuki&lt;/span&gt; in adilla's room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw my *boy* again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrggghhh....now i can't concentrate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/547873/YamadaTakayukiTaiyounoUta12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/173983/YamadaTakayukiTaiyounoUta12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you know why? cos' he's sucha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEARTHROB&lt;/span&gt;. even when he's sitting sideways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/431199/yamada-182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/618631/yamada-182.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;badan 'katang' or 'pendek' or whatever other ppl call it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.tapi saya masih suke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tee hee dengan nada malu-malu kucing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/217164/fireboysyamadatakayuki6wg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/796241/fireboysyamadatakayuki6wg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OF COURSE LA! With a smile like that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mana bole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak &lt;/span&gt;suke??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aiyo. tolong aku....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NPB..NPB..NPB...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116590350494598418?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116590350494598418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116590350494598418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/nooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116579779023866619</id><published>2006-12-10T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T16:43:10.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wazza?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/943846/DSC04944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/954890/DSC04944.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dead bodies..haha..just kidding. they're actually bags belonging to participants of the california international marathon. these were transported from Folsom Dam (the starting line for the marathon) to the Capitol Plaza in Sacramento (where the finish line is). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spot the aluminium &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sarong&lt;/span&gt; on that guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/954068/DSC04945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/672789/DSC04945.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look! hsing ling found hers! isn't my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sarong&lt;/span&gt; pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/639120/DSC04941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/758323/DSC04941.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sadly,there were no good pictures from the marathon. seriously. the website wouldn't allow me to copy the images in full size. this is from Adilla's camera, at the finish line. (look, another aluminium shawl in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to find out more about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aluminium cool wear&lt;/span&gt;, contact hsing ling at hsingln@gmail.com*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116579779023866619?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116579779023866619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116579779023866619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/wazza.html' title='wazza?'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116570251872473124</id><published>2006-12-09T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:15:18.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely running images</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got bored looking at my NPB notes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't these pretty? makes me love running even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/802508/Running_adidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/640164/Running_adidas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretty surreal and grey. maybe that's how your surrounding would look like when the fatigue finally kicks in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/255893/Adidas-running-women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/95416/Adidas-running-women.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh yea. been there, done that.  i did the 120' hill climb run toward the golden gate bridge. its always a nice surprise when you do not know what you're doing and then you find out later what you did. (120' is the steepest hill climb in sf to get to the golden gate bridge, those who've done it should know what i'm talking about..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/659539/Adidas-running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/878789/Adidas-running.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;funny. this looks like the garage door where i was waiting for my roomies after the half-marathon in san francisco last month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/335821/adidas-performance-stellaFW06-brandselc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/670849/adidas-performance-stellaFW06-brandselc2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one's random. no one runs in the snow looking like a million dollars with a husky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/321436/Women-brandselector1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/407338/Women-brandselector1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if she takes strides like this every single time during her marathon, she's in for an injury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. fine. i'll upload the pics from CIM.. when i get them from adilla, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116570251872473124?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116570251872473124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116570251872473124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/lovely-running-images.html' title='lovely running images'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116519948611551201</id><published>2006-12-03T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:31:26.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run CIM 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay. We did it! We finished the *FULL* Marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;California International Marathon (CIM) 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*That's 26.2 miles, or 41.9 km*&lt;br /&gt;December 3, 2006 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;7:00 am - 1:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Folsom Dam to the California State Capitol, Sacramento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/1600/115705/profile2004b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8029/1127/320/379733/profile2004b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5:42:51 for the timing chip time (from the time we actually crossed the start line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5:45:03 for the start time (from the time when the horn blares the signal the start)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes. We ran them dang 5 hours 42 minutes. That includes all our hobbling, potty stops, water stops, and stretching during the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am pretty bummed for Whit though, cos' we realized that he lost his timing chip at mile 7. Oh no. But we still have a time for him, with my chip. So we finished together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all through God's grace that we were able to do it. Whit had a bad knee and strained ankles, while I had 2 bad ankles with knots in my left thigh. We both were not optimally prepared for the run due to school and lack of prep time. The longest we ever trained for this run was 14.3 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, when all is taken away, when you find that there is nothing else left for you, only Jesus can be there. Our prayers were answered one by one each time the pain flared up in our ankles/knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest" Matthew 11:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He does give us rest. Try Him. He's the coolest thing that could ever happen to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116519948611551201?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116519948611551201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116519948611551201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/run-cim-2006.html' title='Run CIM 2006'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116408644754974092</id><published>2006-11-20T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T05:23:40.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walau. Hari minggu yang amat menyeronokkan bagiku dan teman-temanku di Crossroads Conference 2007 yang lepas di Anaheim, LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walau. Tulisan dalam bahasa MELAYU! Nampaknya setengah-setengah orang akan menghadapi kesukaran untuk memahami posting ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yang paling tak dapatku lupakan adalah apabila aku menukarkan ringtone Whitney menjadi ringtone kucing mengiau! ahhaha. Pada hari kedua, di tengah-tengah ceramah yang amat gripping, telefon bimbit whit pun berngiau-lah. Kelakar gile. Sampai orang di penjuru dewan boleh dengar. Dan pompuan row depan kitorang terkejut, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Ya Tuhanku, ada kucing!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apalagi yah kami buat? kami banyak mempermaidanikan seorang rakan yang kesian. hahah. tak henti-henti, asyik mainkan dieee je. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inilah conference paling best pernah ku alami. Bukan saja kerana teman-temannya, tetapi kerana Tuhan telah membuktikan lagi bahawa tiada apa yang lebih penting dalam hidup di dunia ini daripada menjalankan tanggungjawab sebagai anakNya. Aku bersyukur kerana, walaupun aku hampir putus asa untuk membuat Missions di Middle East dan Israel suatu hari nanti, aku percaya, bahawa aku masih ada masa dan banyak peluang untuk menunaikan hajat (will?) Nya dalam hidupku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maaf, kekurangan sel otak untuk mentranslasikan point-point penting ini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-How does my life fit into God's will? (AND IT IS NOT "What is God's will for my life?")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Non-believers give their lives for ungodly causes, but believers make excuses to give their lives for a Godly cause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-No one is going to be there with you when it all ends, except Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know about you, but it's been a 'comatosing' day for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*bersambung....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116408644754974092?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116408644754974092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116408644754974092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/11/walau.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116366957700235734</id><published>2006-11-16T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:33:23.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep on playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Jauh Mimpiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahku simpan jauh rasa ini   Berdua jalani cerita Kau ciptakan mimpiku Jujurku hanya sesalkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau.. tinggalkan mimpiku Namun ku hanya sesalkan diriku  Kuharus lepaskanmu Melupakan senyummu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua...tentangmu...tentangku... Hanya harap Jauh...kujauh mimpiku Dengan inginku &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116366957700235734?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116366957700235734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116366957700235734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/11/keep-on-playing.html' title='keep on playing'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116339165299369700</id><published>2006-11-12T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:21:18.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seperti aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seperti jiwaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Menyusuri telaga waktu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seperti langkahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sejenak berhenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Kau dapat berdiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lalu kau bersiap berlari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Menapaki bumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jangan berhenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tetaplah berdiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lalu kau bersiap berlari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Berada di bumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hatiku s'lalu tetap begitu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tetaplah di belakangku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hingga hari berhentinya waktu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tetap iringi langkahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Suaraku tak lagi bertahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tapi kau selalu membawaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;~aku~ peterpan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116339165299369700?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116339165299369700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116339165299369700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/11/seperti-aku-seperti-jiwaku-menyusuri.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116320271302056988</id><published>2006-11-10T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:24:54.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>US Half PHOTOS! Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yay. Brightroom from the USHalf.com finally put up the photos of runners taken during the race. And there are four of meeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as vain as I am, of course, I will only put up the decent-looking ones. I know, I know. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;how can one expect to look good while running la, right? All the huffing and sweating and awkward 'in-the-air' positions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/13796-087-018f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/13796-087-018f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yep. That's part of the Golden Gate Bridge in the background. I think this was after we ran over it to and fro. This is actually the first time I am able to see how I look when I run. I should prolly ditch the Gap cap next time. I have a super nice white Adidas one, but I left it in Malaysia!!! Booo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/13796-142-002f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/13796-142-002f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And I believe this was when I was just approaching the finish line. Look at me strides! And me chin up! Definitely bodily adjustments for speeding up close to finish! (wa the guy behind me looks so *happy*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just in case you were wondering, here is the route that we ran for the half. You can click on it for the bigger version. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ushalf.com/docs/download_map.pdf" pdf=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/course_map.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116320271302056988?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116320271302056988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116320271302056988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/11/us-half-photos-finally.html' title='US Half PHOTOS! Finally!'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116314387600053926</id><published>2006-11-09T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:31:16.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long overdue sights from Davis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a very random entry. Don't I deserve one since I hardly ever write here anymore? Must be frustrating to drop by khashiva.blogspot.com only to find the same old dusty stuff again and again. Anyhoo, if you know me well enough, you know how HARD it is for me to share what goes on around me. My memory works like how its supposed to benefit me - HIGHLY SELECTIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning that whoever I date next time will have to bear with my unwillingness (or ignorance) to remember important events with him/her. Gosh, it'd be so funny if I even forget we were dating! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/DSC_2331s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/DSC_2331s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An old photo from last summer i just received! Zoolanderers @ the Museum of Natural History, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/DSC_2033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/DSC_2033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An awesome one from Niagara that I also did not get till recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh y'know what, I tried to donate blood yesterday. Last time, I made it as far as the blood test checkpoint - when the lady told me that I had to wait another year at least since I was in malaysia during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I made it as far as to sitting on the blood donation chair, ready with my arms extended for needle cucuking. However, the nurse couldn't find my veins - on both arms! So she had to call some other nurse - who also couldn't locate them. By then i was already wondering if I was really alive and kicking since they could detect no veins. Apparently my veins are smaller than the size of their needles, according to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa jadi then? Got sent home lor. Told to drink more water and come back next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, last time back in malaysia, the nurses also had trouble locating my veins. Kena cucuk on one arm, then the other arm, until finally, they found them veins. And even after that, it took me a while to fill up the bag of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wonders then, how can this gal run marathons if she has such low blood pressure and invisible veins? I pun tak tahu la. At least if a vampire wants to come eat me it wouldn't be able to do so fast enough. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the randomness extends to our apartment kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mushroomies&lt;/span&gt; under our kitchen sink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just two days after...Who ever thought that mushroomies could have babies too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of babies, here's Sara with her very own babies (toys). Wonder where she gets her maternal instincts from? She's not even a mommy yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other black furrling in our house is Taylor, who can sit like Apek Cina @ a coffee shop but on a shoe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I actually miss the sight and sounds of cina apeks in a coffee shop in malaysia. They bring a certain sense of carefree-ness into heart when I find myself getting too far ahead and caught up with daily routine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/DSC_2487s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/DSC_2487s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malaysia is never too far away in my thoughts. Our little DeepaRaya celebration @ Davis went so well. It's been 4 years already, since I last had a Hari Raya celebration in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/fallretreat1%20%2864%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/fallretreat1%20%2864%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, those who are dear to me. Working for the Lord is always a challenge, but a worthwhile one.  Our Bridges Fall Retreat with our very own great commissioners from Scotland, Phillipines, Ukraine, Malaysia, Korea, and Canada!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already getting colder this Fall. Winter is coming and I so wanna meet some cute guy who will keep me warm and answer to my every beck and call. He shall be my slave and be summoned to my door whenever I want. Muahaha. My dominant nature shall ensure the my survival this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116314387600053926?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116314387600053926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116314387600053926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-overdue-sights-from-davis.html' title='Long overdue sights from Davis'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116290772795393326</id><published>2006-11-07T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T06:02:08.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind over matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/8635_ushalf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/8635_ushalf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2:16:30!!! Between a 10:00 and 10:30 minute mile pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72nd out of 148 in the Females 20-24 category. (Even though when I counted the names one by one it was 74th. But ah well, yours truly just can't do math. Yes, counting is math.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you didn't know, a Half is only 13.1miles (equivalent to about 21km. &lt;/span&gt;So don't think I ran a whole 26.2 miles in 2:16. That'll be the day I'm crazy. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not bad. Considering that I had a strained calf in the healing and a cold. Having the willpower to hold off the symptoms was fun. Until your voice gets taken away from you, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It felt like I was flying over the Golden Gate Bridge. Second best to riding a bike over the Gate. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last 3.1 miles, we were met with this insane sandy beach route! Whose smart idea was it to run on sand? Shouldn't the route planners know that running on sand is soooooooo bad for your leg muscles? And if its not enough, right after the sand we were met with the hatefully steep hill which we had ran down on in the beginning of the route (that stupid hill was STEEEEEEP). Aparah!!! Running on sand and hills at the retreat was what strained my calf last month!&lt;/span&gt; But I guess they wanted to make the last 3.1 miles challenging to filter out the really good runners from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did wish that my friends were at the finishing line to cheer me on when I hit it. But ah well, the crowds cheering was good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And after all, they did cheer me on from the hotel room we stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read from the results that some dude from Davis broke the record this year with 1 hour 9 minutes!!! Yay. Glory to Davis. And the gal who broke the record did it in 1 hour 21 minutes! Crazy people (I mean it in praise when I say that).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, this December 3rd: RUN CIM (California International Marathon) with Whitney!!!! You dang whole 26.2 miles, here we come to POTONG your SAYURRR!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116290772795393326?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116290772795393326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116290772795393326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/11/mind-over-matter.html' title='Mind over matter'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116265696161093249</id><published>2006-11-04T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T08:16:01.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;US Half Maratho&lt;/span&gt;n is tomorrow!!! See you in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13.1 miles here I come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116265696161093249?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116265696161093249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116265696161093249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/11/us-half-marathon-is-tomorrow-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116206557401071388</id><published>2006-10-28T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T12:59:34.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...don't be jealous 'cause I'm so busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116206557401071388?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116206557401071388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116206557401071388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116106497430358503</id><published>2006-10-16T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:02:54.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UCD Class '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/b310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/b310.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's our senior year at Davis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally. It's all coming to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANd it will arrive, soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Fling wide these gates. Let's see His kingdom come. And all the peoples come*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116106497430358503?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116106497430358503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116106497430358503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/10/ucd-class-07.html' title='UCD Class &apos;07'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-116038137114269398</id><published>2006-10-09T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:23:14.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aki</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Its Fall again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aki. &lt;/span&gt;This time 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York City&lt;/span&gt; was okay. Overrated I must say. There's not really much after all. I can't help but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; wonder how people can live with the noise, dirt, and the fast pace of that city. Seems to me like it was so hard to feel (or even find) peace there. Can they even feel God there? I know I couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Jersey &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boston &lt;/span&gt;were much better. Glad that I found out what I really am made for after all this years. Quiet and sleepy towns. Yep, yep. I mean like, even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cambridge&lt;/span&gt; was too busy for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*I may return someday to you Charles River, when I qualify for the Boston Marathon!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20183.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20183.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I did get to run along the New Jersey's Hoboken Waterfront (though I would have prefered the Charles River). There's  NYC over on the other side. See how polluted the air is?  (I'm biased against NYC, mind you)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Niagara&lt;/span&gt; was excellante. Funny, I used to think that Niagara Falls was in Africa when i was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am still that kid. *smiling like a kid*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*drench zone ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ran &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 miles last Saturday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 miles today&lt;/span&gt;. Still finding this hard to believe. Hope to stay in shape for Nov 5th's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt; Half Marathon.  After that, who knows..A full marathon in December?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Applehill &lt;/span&gt;with Bridges yesterday. Glad that I could be the coordinator for rides from Davis. It seemed like 4 years ago just went by so fast, when I was new in Davis on this Applehill trip.  I remember when I was the one being arranged for a ride, and now I am the one arranging the rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridges is so cool. I am definitely gonna miss this fellowship of bros and sis's when i return home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cool, Arabic is one of the best things i ever did in my life - well, next to Hebrew. Everyone thinks I am silly for wanting to learn these languages. But to them I shall say, it matters to those who matter. I love the Israelis and the Arabs. And learning their language is what I love doing.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"AT MEVIN??!?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came pretty handy when i was in new york as there were many Israelis touring the city. i had the wonderful chance to have 4 conversations in hebrew with them. Wearing my hebrew T-shirt from Brandeis really was a good conversation opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Atem me Israel?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When will Malaysia ever open up its doors to Israel again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, things are going well. i feel at peace. and that's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm actually, i do feel like i'm missing something. someone. whom i think might or not be missing me too! haha. he never reads my page, cos he's always busy at work! That old man! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have sara. and yamada. and roomies. and bridges. and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is good in Davis, even though it's not so good in the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-116038137114269398?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116038137114269398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/116038137114269398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/10/aki.html' title='Aki'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115812126861387367</id><published>2006-09-12T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:21:51.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yamada is so cute. I wanna be Kaoru. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have my physics final tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Whitney's worried about Alvina who's getting feminized day by day&lt;br /&gt;Ran ~8.5 miles today&lt;br /&gt;Bridges activities&lt;br /&gt;New York trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;i have so many things to do!! No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;BURNOUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115812126861387367?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115812126861387367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115812126861387367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/09/yamada-is-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115725135206524184</id><published>2006-09-02T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T22:01:57.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short hair ooo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been requesting for a picture of me with my short hair, but due to my refusal and stubborness of taking own snapshots (where you pose with a cute sweet doe-eyed look and snap your own photo with your own camera facing your face), i waited for the chance to get natural snapshots taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep -  Summer Graduation at the Extension Center, where I work part-time as a language lab assistant. Where students from all over the world, at least 40 different countries, come together to learn English as exchange students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I only had the time and opportunity to get to know a select few students during the 4 week program (on top of my killer 6 unit biochem lab class and 5 unit physics lab class at school + 12 hours work/week + taking care of sara + training for Nov marathon), here are only the photos taken with the few guys I made friends during my free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuta and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His name was hard to remember, so I just call him guy from Kinki Uni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taka and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are such cool guys, the students from Japan. I will definitely miss them. Everyone comes and go that it's hard to accept sometimes. So far, its been already 4 waves of arriving/leaving students from Japan, Taiwan, and Korea for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were telling me that they wished to stay longer, even forever if possible. How i wish so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115725135206524184?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115725135206524184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115725135206524184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/09/short-hair-ooo.html' title='short hair ooo...'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115683285603932613</id><published>2006-08-28T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:29:44.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suki des..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/sekainochuusinwallpaper0am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/sekainochuusinwallpaper0am.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xing Ling sudah jatuh cinta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;MADLY!!! neh...kawaii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHy do you have to be Japanese??!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SUKI dess!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HONTO HONTO SUKI Yamada-san&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so..&lt;br /&gt;**so much**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115683285603932613?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115683285603932613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115683285603932613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/suki-des.html' title='suki des..'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115660802265000339</id><published>2006-08-26T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T09:00:22.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>`Pipe Dream'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="httplink"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bloomberg.net&lt;br /&gt;August 17, 2006  15:21 EDT&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;......The disarming of Hezbollah is a ``pipe dream,'' said Timor Goksel, who was Unifil spokesman for 20 years until 2003 and now teaches at the American University of Beirut. ``The Lebanese army is going south to defend Lebanon, not Israel.''          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Malaysia said today that it wants to send peacekeepers to Lebanon even as Israel says it might oppose the inclusion of countries with which it does not have diplomatic ties, Reuters reported, citing Malaysian Defense Minister Najib Razak.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ``There is no reason whatsoever to stop us from sending our men there,'' Razak told reporters, Reuters said.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Predominantly Muslim Malaysia and Indonesia have each offered to send 1,000 troops to the UN force and neither has diplomatic relations with Israel, the news service reported.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Iranian Congratulations          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Iran's supreme leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei congratulated Hezbollah leader Hassan Nasrallah on his organization's fight with Israel, the state-run Islamic Republic News Agency reported. Khamenei said Hezbollah scored a victory for Islam and demonstrated vulnerabilities in the Israeli military.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hezbollah, whose name means Party of God and is sponsored by Iran and Syria, has been linked to scores of terrorist attacks on Israelis and Americans, including rocket assaults on Israeli towns, bombings in Beirut in 1983 that killed 241 U.S. servicemen and 58 French soldiers, and the 1994 attack that killed 85 people at a Jewish community center in Buenos Aires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Full article can be found at: http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601087&amp;sid=ayHgCAF9i.cA&amp;amp;refer=home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Now, my points of view on this whole mess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, why were these Islamic parties like Hezbollah and Hamas formed? Are they revealing the true intentions and reason for Islam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every gory bloody picture you see in the news can be accurately associated with the print that comes along with it. Has anyone ever wondered if those pictures are actually associated with the right incident at the right time and the right place. Propaganda. That's what both sides want to create to make the world join their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israeli troops harming and kiling women and children. Did it never occur to anyone that ANY MILITARY FORCE does its own share of harming people - including women and children? War is war, and the killing happens. So now everyone wants to send troops to stop Israel from killing women and children, when your own bombing does in fact kill anyone including women and children? Stop labeling Israel as women and children murderers! THink about every other military force of any country. You're no better off than you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you&lt;br /&gt;I will make your name great&lt;br /&gt;and you will be a blessing&lt;br /&gt;I will bless those who bless you&lt;br /&gt;and whoever curses you I will curse&lt;br /&gt;and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 12:2-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever wondered why the surrounding countries like Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, etc are all in turmoil? The blessing went somewhere else, I guess. You figure that out for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;baruch ata adonai, eloheinu melech ha-olam, rokei ha-aretz al ha-mayim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115660802265000339?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115660802265000339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115660802265000339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/pipe-dream.html' title='`Pipe Dream&apos;'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115655505966867138</id><published>2006-08-25T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:17:39.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>americans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It just amazes me sometimes, how ethnocentric and prideful Americans are. Whether they be Asian, South Asian, Caucasian, or African Americans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I get asked a lot lately, what are my plans after next year, when I graduate.  And part and parcel of that comes the question of where I will be going. Will I stay in the US? Will I go home? Do I want to come back to the US?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just the other day, before lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friend: So, do you plan to stay here when you're done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Oh, no. I'm going to go home. (*smiling and cheery grin*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friend: Like back to your country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friend: YOu mean you don't want to stay? (*that tone*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Oh, why would I? Here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friend: Yeah, everybody wants to stay here. They don't wanna go back. (*"This is AMERICA" why don't you wanna stay??-tone like voice*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Errr...(*rolled eye tone*), I love my country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me:And I wanna go back cos right now I don't think any other place is better than my own      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;country? It's peaceful and beautiful there. WHy wouldn't I wanna go bacK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friend: Oh..Well, I just thought that, you know..America is where everyone wants to be. You know XX? She wants to stay, even though her family is not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(*THANK YOU!!!*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So...Americans think every freaking international student that comes to study wants to be a citizen or resident of their freaking country? Who do they think they are? Please lar, open up your mind sikit la. If your country is so good, then why isn't the whole world on their knees begging to be let into your country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why so ethnocentric lar...Can't accept the fact that at least 1 in a few people don't plan to continue living on your land? Not that your country is so bad la..but please, do respect other people who have a sense of belonging to their own country. People who may have a better sense of culture and identity more than you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your land is beautiful, but you have no right to make people of other lands love your land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fine. This post is sure going to get me fired at in due time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115655505966867138?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115655505966867138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115655505966867138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/americans.html' title='americans'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115578645119196535</id><published>2006-08-16T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T06:50:07.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Divorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Anodos looked back through the door of the Timeless, he brought no message back. But you can get some likeness of it if you say that both good and evil, when they are full grown, become retrospective. Not only this valley but all this earthly past will have been Heaven to those who are saved. Not only the twilight in that town, but all their life on earth too, will then be seen by the damned to have been Hell. That is what mortals misunderstand. They say of some temporal suffering, "No future bliss can make up for it", not knowing that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Heaven, once attained, will work backwards and turn even that agony into glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. And of some sinful pleasure they say "Let me but have this and I'll take the consequences"; little dreaming how damnation will spread back and back into their past and contaminate the pleasure of sin. The good man's past begins to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so that his forgiven sins and remembered sorrows take on the quality of Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;; the bad man's past already conforms to his badness and is filled only with dreariness. And that is why, at the end of all things, when the sun rises here and the twilight turns to blackness down there, the Blessed will say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have never lived anywhere except in Heaven", and the Lost, "We were always in Hell&lt;/span&gt;". And both will speak truly".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have never lived anywhere except in Heaven..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-C.S.Lewis, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Divorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*Wow, if only I could explain it as clear as how Lewis did. I need to GanBatte!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115578645119196535?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115578645119196535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115578645119196535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-divorce.html' title='The Great Divorce'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115485632962328618</id><published>2006-08-06T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:18:34.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kona yuki - Remioromen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;whoa. who would've thought that a series based on the life of a real dying 15 year old girl would make one cry so much. iza's trashcan is full of tissues. mine's not, ha i reuse the same tissue over and over (i like to save trees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the song. what a perfect way to put unused tears to use. ichi litre no namida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/z29304609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*ha i like this guy's eyes. he could make even guys fall for him. ho ho*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We always pass by one another in the season where the powdered snow flutters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Even though I slip away into the crowd, we're looking up at the same sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We're freezing, as though we were blown on by the same wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I probably don't know everything about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yet out of one hundred million people, I found you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I have no basis for this, but it really is what I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Powdered snow, you, in a way that is too fragile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Turn eternity into a stain on the rough asphalt up ahead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Powdered snow, my unreliable heart wavers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And yet, I want to keep protecting you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Powdered snow, when you colored us white, all the the way to my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You envelop our loneliness, and return it back to the sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~from&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 1 Litre of Tears (2005)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115485632962328618?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115485632962328618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115485632962328618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/kona-yuki-remioromen.html' title='Kona yuki - Remioromen'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115482497879665461</id><published>2006-08-05T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:16:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;oooo my hair is short, ooooo&lt;br /&gt;its too hotttt..ooo..&lt;br /&gt;that's why my hair is hot, ek! i mean short!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115482497879665461?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115482497879665461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115482497879665461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/oooo-my-hair-is-short-ooooo-its-too.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115458754847132544</id><published>2006-08-02T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:45:48.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby's 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's Sara's birthday today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're 4 years old, baby woobee joobee jooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115458754847132544?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115458754847132544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115458754847132544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-babys-4.html' title='My baby&apos;s 4'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115440105071600969</id><published>2006-07-31T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:06:24.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pityriasis Rosea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I finally found out today. Dr Andrews told me that what I have been having is actually Pityriasis Rosea, a skin rash caused by viral infection. The virus is one of the herpes viruses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, but don't worry. It's not contagious nor is it life-threatening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I just have to live with these horrible visible rashes for 3-6 weeks! WHere are they? EVERYWHERE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was so funny, when Dr Andrews asked, "So..um..if you don't mind me asking, since we need to properly diagnose this, are you sexually active?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Straight face - do i look like i sleep around?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Ha, maybe hor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OF COURSE NOT! &lt;/span&gt;what the the the the the..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh?", said I with a sweet smile. "I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;never had sex&lt;/span&gt; before." Sweet smile again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ah, that's that then. Looks like we don't need to worry about that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep, so now i'm going to be a red-spotted bumpy lumpy yucky looking girl in lab and at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aiieee, dashed are my hopes of ever meeting a 'guy-who-may-be-the-one'. Oh the kesakitan, oh the kemaluan! &lt;-- as it translates from English to Malay, dears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But nevermind, Xing Ling can overcome this dreaded weeks ahead of her life as a spotted rashy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because she just got her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;iPoD nano&lt;/span&gt; and she has her yummy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Naohito-san &lt;/span&gt;(Naohito-san is Suga-san) whom she swears she will look for and marry the guy that acts and looks like him. Even better, if she and Naohito-san himself were the last people and earth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(ok we take that back, yah? We don't want to curse our love lives do we?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be fine. Just takes time&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time..&lt;br /&gt;time..&lt;br /&gt;time..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Agh, fine. NO! It does not take time! I still cannot accept the fact that I'll be looking horrid this coming weeks. Its easier to accept the fact that I'm vain. OH I'm so vain so vain so vain so vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vain la-la-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*You are my feast, Naohito, till I get over my depressed-over-how-i-look-because-of-stupid-rashes..&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/naosnow.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/naosnow.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115440105071600969?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115440105071600969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115440105071600969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/07/pityriasis-rosea.html' title='Pityriasis Rosea'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115431308393190762</id><published>2006-07-30T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:22:03.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got this off from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://churirobotic.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rizwan's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; . The video is pretty cool. Yoong felt pretty connected to the message too I must say. Hehe. (Yes, Adilla, I am such a sucker for it, I mean him..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Forgetfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt; by Billy Collins, US Poet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The name of the author is the first to go. followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel. which suddenly becomes one you have never read,never even heard of, as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor. decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain, to a little fishing village where there are no phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye. and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,&lt;br /&gt;and even now as you memorize the order of the planets, something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever it is you are struggling to remember, it is not poised on the tip of your tongue, not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen. It has floated away down a dark mythological river. whose name begins with an &lt;i&gt;L&lt;/i&gt; as far as you can recall, well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those. who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No wonder you rise in the middle of the night. to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war. No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted. out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115431308393190762?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115431308393190762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115431308393190762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-got-this-off-from-rizwans_30.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115404379104740085</id><published>2006-07-27T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:45:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheeba and Sara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;At &lt;a href="http://www.craftseni.com/spca-gallery/displayimage.php?album=240&amp;pos=6"&gt;SPCA Ampang, Selangor&lt;/a&gt;, at this very moment, there is a dog named Sheeba who looks almost exactly (EXACTLY la, to me) like Sara!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="statlink"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.craftseni.com/spca-gallery/index.php"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt; &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.craftseni.com/spca-gallery/index.php?cat=3"&gt;Dogs&lt;/a&gt; &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.craftseni.com/spca-gallery/thumbnails.php?album=240"&gt;15/06/06 - Medium size dogs for adoption&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Sheeba%20%28F%29%20Cross%20collie%201%20yr%20-%20friendly%20%26%20gentle%20-%20kennel%20E.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Sheeba%20%28F%29%20Cross%20collie%201%20yr%20-%20friendly%20%26%20gentle%20-%20kennel%20E.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            Along with Sheeba's picture frame, says '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sheeba (F) Cross collie 1 yr - friendly &amp; gentle - kennel E'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I want to find you and see you someday.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone ever adopts but ends up abusing you&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look for you and rescue you&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/s100_6068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/s100_6068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But Sara, I guess, being the 'Americanized' gal, is fatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115404379104740085?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115404379104740085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115404379104740085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/07/sheeba-and-sara.html' title='Sheeba and Sara'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115398764179565346</id><published>2006-07-27T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:24:54.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..for the Present is the point at which time touches Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course&lt;br /&gt;It was always like this&lt;br /&gt;All horrors have followed the same course,&lt;br /&gt;getting worse and worse and&lt;br /&gt;forcing you into a bottle-neck till&lt;br /&gt;at the very moment you thought you must be crushed,&lt;br /&gt;behold! you were out of the narrows and are suddenly well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~ 4 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;Hezbollah fighthers kill 9 Israeli troops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extraction hurt more and more&lt;br /&gt;and then the tooth was out&lt;br /&gt;The dream became a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;and then you wake&lt;br /&gt;you die and die and then you are beyond death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;~~~ 4 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="inthenews2ct" class="current"&gt;Explosions kill 24, wound 46 in Baghdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;How could we ever have doubted it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~~~June 26th, 2oo6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="inthenews2ct" class="current"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Side talks may be key to Uganda peace plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We were all born for it&lt;br /&gt;Pains we may still have to encounter&lt;br /&gt;but we embrace those pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Screwtape Letters,&lt;/span&gt; C.S Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="inthenews2ct" class="current"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115398764179565346?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115398764179565346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115398764179565346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-present-is-point-at-which-time.html' title='..for the Present is the point at which time touches Eternity'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115285471864185683</id><published>2006-07-13T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:26:34.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silk Harmony Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/10355.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/10355.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fell in love with a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think its actually the place in the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that i fell in love with, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or maybe for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i realized how beautiful my tanah tumpah darah is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not that i have never before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;malaysia has always been my first love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its where exactly on the map of my beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that i have come to realize the riches it holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hidden and closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Kinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Ipoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115285471864185683?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115285471864185683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115285471864185683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/07/silk-harmony-factory.html' title='The Silk Harmony Factory'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115203410230887208</id><published>2006-07-04T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T10:28:22.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deflated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was once a happy balloon full of air bouncing around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now i am a deflated balloon with no more air...:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I AM SO  MTFTWMRSF(you guess what that means) BUSY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;B.U.S.Y&lt;br /&gt;So B that i hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not that I don't have a life (oregon trip, bbq parties, movies, fun stuff at davis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have too much of a life that I'm tired of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friends everywhere who wanna do something every single chance that I am "free"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That the "free" time I am supposed to have is no longer free for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was looking forward to this Summer initially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;false hopes that I wouldn't be as busy as I was the previous school year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and what do i get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;monday &amp; wednesday labs 12-6pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tuesday &amp;amp; thursday work 9-3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tuesday and friday activities with bridges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the rest of those times filled with friends who wanna meet up and do stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am so tired of doing stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i hate it when ppl call me when i am resting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that i get no rest in the end, ending up having to go out yet again just right after i step into my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am actually thinking of turning off my cellphone everytime i reach home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(but am i too 'nice' to do that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and poor sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she gets less attention from me now that i'm always out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and my laptop backlight inverter tube thingy is ...dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;boo hoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now i can't do my homework at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wait. oh maybe i can. use yoong's (nyeheheh evil plan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh what a rant-full piece of post this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its happening! yours truly is turning into a cranky old woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;who hides the crankiness behind a mask of pleasantness and smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*bah humbug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115203410230887208?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115203410230887208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115203410230887208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/07/deflated.html' title='Deflated'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115062050522319062</id><published>2006-06-18T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:48:25.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pfft..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know this seems really unimportant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hate myself for doing this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I GOT MY &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Abercrombie&amp;Fitch&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;FCUK &lt;/strong&gt;tees!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(because i was poor before this and couldn't afford them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i ni memang wat-tat la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ppl round the world suffering from earthquakes and HIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and here i am being excited about clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;see? now you know why i said i hated myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115062050522319062?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115062050522319062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115062050522319062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/06/pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115029479810393517</id><published>2006-06-14T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:19:58.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Davis. June 10th, 11pm? Outside Safeway&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adilla: Hey look, there's a &lt;em&gt;Sports Bar&lt;/em&gt; over there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fei Yian: Sports bar? &lt;em&gt;Sports bra&lt;/em&gt; you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hsing Ling: Dum de dum dum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adilla: No, Sports Bar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hsing Ling: Is it a shop? Or a bar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adilla: *tiptoes and looks over, squinting*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fei Yian: I think she means sports bar like a shop selling sports stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adilla: Oh, its a bar. Man, maybe I can watch World &lt;em&gt;Cup&lt;/em&gt; over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hsing Ling: If its a shop.....(pause).... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fei Yian: HUh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ADilla: &lt;strong&gt;World&lt;em&gt; CUP&lt;/em&gt; man! World&lt;em&gt; CUP&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fei Yian: Ei....(pauses longer) HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAAHAHAHHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hsing Ling: Memang man,&lt;strong&gt; world CUP man, in a sports bar&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115029479810393517?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115029479810393517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115029479810393517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/06/found-it.html' title='Found it!'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115014397512088958</id><published>2006-06-12T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T13:26:15.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World 'cup'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahah oh migod this one sure makes me laugh my ass off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as usual my ladies and i were doing grocery shopping at safeway at midnight with our glasses on and pj's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we did the usual shop for anything on sale or buy 1 get 1 free or buy 2 for $X.XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ended up with 8 packs of toilet tissue to stock up  call us asian or what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we even imprinted our faces on our cashier's memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jokes and crap aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this was the most funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when girls talk about boob and bra size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and associate them with soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUP&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;comes to mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BUAWHAHAHAHAHHAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i forgot the actual lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wait lemme go ask Adilla and then put it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115014397512088958?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115014397512088958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115014397512088958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup.html' title='World &apos;cup&apos;'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115010030908485578</id><published>2006-06-12T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:18:29.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ve ulai (and perhaps)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ואומרים לה לשמוח, רוצים שתאהב&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;רוצים שתצחק, שתחיה ועכשי&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ואבל איך בחלום, היד מתרוממת&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;זה נראה אמיתי והנה היא שוב&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;משחקת איתם והם נחמדים&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;אוספים ממתקים ושומרים&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;שאולי במקרה יגמרו החיפושים&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ואולי הוא יהיה הדבר שבשביל&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;והחזקת חיים&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ויתורים גדולהזה לא האמיתי שמחפשים&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;זה רק הרגש שחוטף מכהדירה יפה בעיר קרה&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;רחוק מכאןכל כך רחוק עכשיו, רחוק מכאן&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115010030908485578?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115010030908485578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115010030908485578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/06/ve-ulai-and-perhaps.html' title='ve ulai (and perhaps)'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-115000857476403012</id><published>2006-06-10T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:51:52.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medusaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Friday before finals..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A Korean, Afghan, and Malaysian - aren't we a cute group?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who feeeels like Bollywood tonight? &lt;strong&gt;HAnds UP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Where's Chennai by the way? Is that were &lt;em&gt;roti canai&lt;/em&gt; came from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dream guy come take me, sweep me off my feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and sing Indian songs to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ואולי במקרה יגמרו החיפושים &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ואולי הוא יהיה הדבר שבשביל &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;והחזקת חיים&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And perhaps, coincidentally, the searches will end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and perhaps, he will be the thing for which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you held on to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-115000857476403012?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115000857476403012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/115000857476403012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/06/medusaaaaaa.html' title='Medusaaaaaa'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114877611056997371</id><published>2006-05-27T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T17:28:30.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewish Cemetery in Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Omigod omigod OMIGOD!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/jewish.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/jewish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This proves the ignorance of Miss Xing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Jewish Cemetery right smack in the backyard of her OWN country!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I can't wait to return to Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(does the *arm stretched out reaching in agony pose*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wallowing in her sorrrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114877611056997371?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114877611056997371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114877611056997371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/05/jewish-cemetery-in-malaysia.html' title='Jewish Cemetery in Malaysia!'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114782775170054819</id><published>2006-05-26T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T18:21:29.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawnss*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nama saya hsing ling dan saya sudah 2 hali tadak tido lo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;apa mau bikin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_6043s.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ini bukan saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ini anjing saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114782775170054819?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114782775170054819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114782775170054819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/05/yawnss.html' title='*yawnss*'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114801670836438903</id><published>2006-05-18T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:36:36.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You won't believe this, even I don't!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Wednesdays, I have a discussion class right after VMD. So yesterday...Guess what? I walked Adilla home &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; VMD without even thinking? In other words, I forgot about class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the dog out...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WITHOUT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the dog! I walked to the front door and was about to exit when it dawned upon me that all I was holding in my hand was Sara's leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my sunglasses in the classroom at Olson after the MASA meeting. I went in this morning and found them on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the way home&lt;br /&gt;I left them in the bus&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it was the heat&lt;br /&gt;Some say it was my lack of concentration&lt;br /&gt;I say it was my period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nyanyuuk&lt;/strong&gt; man!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_636s1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like this dog!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On another note, I was just thinking about the things I get to do when not in close proximity with parents, such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*getting my hair dyed purple/any color I want&lt;br /&gt;*sharing my bed with Sara&lt;br /&gt;*buying music and books that I like, whenever I want&lt;br /&gt;*going out whenever I want&lt;br /&gt;*studying whenever I want (ha! winning statement of the year)&lt;br /&gt;*eating/not eating whenever I want&lt;br /&gt;*shopping for clothes whenever I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or do others like me agree that we have it better without our parents around us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114801670836438903?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114801670836438903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114801670836438903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-wont-believe-this-even-i-dont.html' title='You won&apos;t believe this, even I don&apos;t!'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114769071188822784</id><published>2006-05-15T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T04:00:50.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my purple..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what's new with miss rambut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/100_6349s.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_6349s.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; its true! i spent only $13 for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple ray&lt;/strong&gt; dye by &lt;/em&gt;L'oreal!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;**geram sungguh kerna frienster is not letting me upload my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; purple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pictures**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114769071188822784?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114769071188822784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114769071188822784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-purple.html' title='my purple..'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114746998241960123</id><published>2006-05-14T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:10:14.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're da' MOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Things I used to say to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"How come you so like that wan?&lt;br /&gt;Dun like that, lah!&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo, no need, lah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But today..(and hopefully from now on, hehe)...I have nicer things to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;Dear Mama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I love you and I need you, even though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I may at times have made you tear your hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I set myself apart, but even so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Your presence and your love are always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my jail cell a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nd ten-ton door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That keeps me from just being who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And so I pound the walls and go to war,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ramming all the rules that I can ram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yet though I must reb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;el, all the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I know your love's the ground on which I stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wait upon the flash of your proud smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And twist inside at every reprimand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm sorry for the times I've caused you pain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After these brief storms, love will remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/sheep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY MOM's DAY!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114746998241960123?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114746998241960123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114746998241960123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/05/youre-da-mom.html' title='You&apos;re da&apos; MOM!'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114762801179768512</id><published>2006-05-14T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T10:33:31.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Earth weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20011s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20011s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm such a potato. I want to cover more about Whole Earth weekend but my laziness is not allowing me to upload as many photos as I would like to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what you see is what you get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20033s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20033s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; For those who know the story....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20092s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20092s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Happy Mother's Day to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See? Told you i'm such a potato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114762801179768512?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114762801179768512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114762801179768512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/05/whole-earth-weekend.html' title='Whole Earth weekend'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114750022833494075</id><published>2006-05-12T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:08:53.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear River Camp - Grass Valley, CA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh boy, all this in a day.. (sat afternoon-sunday afternoon)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_6083s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;snow covered hills passed us by as we journeyed on the 80-E toward Nevada City/Reno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/000_0655s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;potty, no i mean, stretch break for the party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/000_0650s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;isn't the view simply amazing? and we were not even THERE yet!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_6218s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally we reached the cabin! damn syiok man~! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_6182s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;our faithful ambassadors then set out to conquer the untouched, unexplored..sand dunes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_6188s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this fella got a damn good shot man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_6201s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;while my camera person missed mine. BOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/100_6231s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_6231s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; then we proceeded to show how much we love one another by snowballing each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_6161s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;but things went a little too far... (evil grin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lots of other things happened during the retreat that i don't have photos of. i admit, i'm not a really good weblog writer. i leave out a great deal of chunk of my life. suffice to say, i update just to keep myself satisfied that at least, i share the good stuff with others through my weblog. at least the memories will remain, although not forever, for a while, in the minds of the others who went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i wish i could end this entry with more flair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but all i can think of are totipotent cells in embryological development and how they relate to homologous recombination (gene targeting) in cloning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;man i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114750022833494075?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114750022833494075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114750022833494075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/05/bear-river-camp-grass-valley-ca.html' title='Bear River Camp - Grass Valley, CA'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114746918923500670</id><published>2006-05-12T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:26:29.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>down the rabbit hole....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;am i tired!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;am still sore from Grass Valley sand-duning, or rather, sand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DUNKING&lt;/span&gt;! hohoho!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*i promise, i will tell you guys more about it..-later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;midterm this morning&lt;/span&gt; blew my brains away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't think i can ever find it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you ever happen to pass by a wandering brain who seems lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it most likely belongs to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*catch it before your dog does!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!!mak, ko babi! - as adilla latah-ed this morning on the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i seriously need to do something about my sleeping in VMD170&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its getting worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like...tidur kayu BALAK weihh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;why am i so ngantuk everytime in VMD??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my goals for this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- don't do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nah ambik kau*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;huhuhuhu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114746918923500670?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114746918923500670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114746918923500670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/05/down-rabbit-hole.html' title='down the rabbit hole....'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114678835787049366</id><published>2006-05-04T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:03:04.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life@UCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two months were a whirlwind. Besides the retarded transition from Winter --&gt; Summer @ Davis, yours truly has been slaving away in the exam slaughterhouse. She also got a new roomate! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention all the campus events she has been getting herself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Israeli Culture week (May1-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/IsraelFlag.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/IsraelFlag.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got my free felafel! Because I know 3 facts about Israeli politics, culture, and social rights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asian Pacific Culture Week: DAT PHAN! (Apr 29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Sz500wDatonstageandBingAudIMG_0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Sz500wDatonstageandBingAudIMG_0455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr Phan from Last Comic Standing came to perform on the last day of the Asian Pacific Awareness Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1000 Wells Project (Apr22-May5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/l_bwmag.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/l_bwmag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found out from Chelsea today that 1000 Wells Project is by Blood:Water Mission that was initiated by Jars of Clay! Of course i joined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Picnic Day (Apr 22)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.ucdavis.edu"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/about.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and we Malaysianies sold cekodok on that lovely day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/fromsefvals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I agree, I don't tell much about my life here. Not because I don't want to, but because I simply don't have time. If I had all the time in the world, I would write about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- how we observe 18 week chick embryos on a plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- how many cute guys i meet/talk/hug in a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- how many mat sallehs smile at sara then smile at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- how dashing and handsome americanies are. asianies are too. everyonies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- how ricardo taps me on the head/shouder/other places (HAHAHAAHHAAH!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- how adilla, iza, and yoong never fail to crack me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- how sara &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;cracks me up (that fat dog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- how si &lt;em&gt;lendut (&lt;/em&gt;Taylor) is sick in the head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- how monstery we are at the dinner table (1 huge sack of rice lasts only 1 month in our house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- how much fun it is to be in Davis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Play hard..DIE hard, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114678835787049366?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114678835787049366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114678835787049366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/05/lifeucd.html' title='Life@UCD'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114541060493310622</id><published>2006-04-18T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:36:44.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who got the cat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;taylor and sara are sure making good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;taylor eats sara's food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;taylor opened the can food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sara ate the can food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;taylor comes in every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sara sniffs him every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my room is overcrowded!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Analogy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;adilla and i were talking about the overload of spicy stuff we've been having the past week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;man, morning business such is a PAIN in the ASS --&gt; literally weii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i proposed for study of anal biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;which we then realized...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;analogy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ROTFL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114541060493310622?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114541060493310622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114541060493310622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-got-cat.html' title='who got the cat?'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114514968863671402</id><published>2006-04-15T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:36:07.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bla-di-dahHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/LOST_IN_TRANSLATION-16.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/LOST_IN_TRANSLATION-16.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; please tell everyone how awesome this movie is! *Lost in Translation*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my new roommate is Rebekah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my new doggie friends are Channelle, Chocolate, and Rhambo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my new hair color is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my new 'old' cellphone works great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my new work schedule is awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my new classes are fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its great to be me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me me me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bad things may happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you always got your old trusty back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;two sturdy legs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and strong hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to rely on the God who gives you a little tap and kick here and there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope everyone's Good Friday was nice&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114514968863671402?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114514968863671402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114514968863671402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/04/bla-di-dahhh.html' title='bla-di-dahHH'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114400940994051787</id><published>2006-04-02T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T13:23:29.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keeping up-to-date with events and putting them up on this page really reflects my laziness when it comes to weblogging..&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I read friends's online diaries like &lt;a href="http://ysuna.hp.infoseek.co.jp/jpdia.shtml"&gt;Yusuke's&lt;/a&gt; - whose sister makes me very curious as to what Yusuke has been telling her about me...&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that my being Malaysian seems to connote a very interesting impression Japanese people have of me&lt;br /&gt;*What! I'm just trying to be funny! You like me funny, right? Kawaii des?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the picture back to Davis..&lt;br /&gt;The household has a new cat named Taylor&lt;br /&gt;who hissses and spits at Sara&lt;br /&gt;who ignores her, i mean, him, completely&lt;br /&gt;who recently developed a hot spot on her back&lt;br /&gt;causing yours truly to fall into frantic panic&lt;br /&gt;who thinks it might be life-treatening&lt;br /&gt;who needs to calm down and observe it for a few days&lt;br /&gt;who is getting more confused&lt;br /&gt;as to who refers to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*who dat?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114400940994051787?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114400940994051787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114400940994051787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/04/keeping-up-to-date-with-events-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114350519998656458</id><published>2006-03-27T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:20:00.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone wasn't satisfied.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c114350365615660278"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://ysuna.hp.infoseek.co.jp/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yusuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;For a while, I didn't realized that you were talking about the party which I was concerned... &gt; good food within reach 24/7I think you should have written the sentence more precisely. For exapmle, 'The plate as well as Anko, Japanese Soybean Jam, was so delicious that I ....ed it.'Anyway, I had a lot of fun, and it was worth my last day in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;3:54 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotcha, Yusuke!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*JA-NE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114350519998656458?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114350519998656458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114350519998656458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/03/someone-wasnt-satisfied.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114325583214781698</id><published>2006-03-24T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T19:03:52.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*dum deedle-dee doo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ever since finals..it's been &lt;em&gt;party party party&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, of course, if you know me..the&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; parties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where you cook good food like sushi and curry together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eat together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;play with the dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;play with each other..ehem, *games* with each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the loser gets to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;french kiss the Boxer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where you stay up all night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;snuggled on couches watching a movie while teasing one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with Sara at my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and good food within reach 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aaaahhhh.....the sigh of contentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why get drunk when you can get high the good ol' goodie way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114325583214781698?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114325583214781698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114325583214781698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/03/dum-deedle-dee-doo-ever-since-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114113565971253429</id><published>2006-02-28T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T13:50:34.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sara gadolah veruach meod*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/Picture%20017heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20017heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; After my morning shower today, as i walked into my room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found Sara on my bed sitting Pretty!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I rushed to cuddle her..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/Picture%20023oop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then she jumped right down. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114113565971253429?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114113565971253429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114113565971253429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/02/sara-gadolah-veruach-meod.html' title='*Sara gadolah veruach meod*'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114048534070562615</id><published>2006-02-20T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:34:09.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mungkinkah bila kubertanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pada bintang-bintang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dan bila ku mulai merasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bahasa kesunyian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sadarkah aku yang berjalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dalam kehampaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;erdiam, terpana, terbata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Semua dalam keraguan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku dan semua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yang terluka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karena kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku kan menghilang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dalam gelap malam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lepas ku melayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biarlah kubertanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pada bintang-bintang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tentang arti kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dalam mimpi yang sempurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku dan semua yang terluka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karena kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114048534070562615?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114048534070562615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114048534070562615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/02/mungkinkah-bila-kubertanya-pada.html' title=''/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114032033641576071</id><published>2006-02-18T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T19:38:56.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The smileys smile-smile-smile with the snap-snap-snap of the cam-cam-camera!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Menorah from dear housemates. Coolness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/DSC01679s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/DSC01679s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday fun @ the Dog park!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_5868s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB lunch at Plutos with Lab Crew! Ricardo is not photogenic, boo :(&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_5920s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/100_5919s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB dinner at Pasta? with the Italian guy that conspired with my housemates and the one that Ricardo insists on giving my number to. *I shy lah!* (too bad, this is the only picture taken at the dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/DSC04150s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/DSC04150s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; *It &lt;u&gt;snowed&lt;/u&gt; in Davis this evening*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fulamak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114032033641576071?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114032033641576071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114032033641576071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/02/hot-stuff.html' title='HOT stuff'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-114007558443614079</id><published>2006-02-15T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:39:44.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...i rejected a puppy looking for a home on Valentine's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now i feel bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Puppy needed a home and i just walked away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I'm Sorry, Puppy*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-114007558443614079?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114007558443614079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/114007558443614079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-no.html' title='Oh no...'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-113979360485425479</id><published>2006-02-12T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:20:04.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun-filled Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My saturday was fun! Davis is fun! Sara is fun! Life is FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/100_5850s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_5850s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I wonder why I always look *&lt;strong&gt;evil&lt;/strong&gt;* when I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super-duper-uber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; happy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_5865s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...either that, or that I never fail to make myself look super-duper *dumb*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-113979360485425479?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/113979360485425479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/113979360485425479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/02/sun-filled-weekend.html' title='Sun-filled Weekend'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-113928990264071424</id><published>2006-02-06T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:27:06.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Birthday Messages..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye bye, 21 (*oh no!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello, 22 (*uh-oh*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lookie what my sister made me. Hugs to mumsie-doo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eve1ine.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.eve1ine.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And another by gal pal Nadia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/nadzism/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/nadzism/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-113928990264071424?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/113928990264071424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/113928990264071424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweet-birthday-messages.html' title='Sweet Birthday Messages..'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016272.post-113918112045906052</id><published>2006-02-05T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T15:12:00.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caedmon's Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_5791s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My second favorite band next to Jars of Clay. And yes, they came to Davis! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/100_5842s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/100_5842s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Remember Sarala? For those who don't know, that's Sara's full name. It was Caedmon's Call's song Sarala that gave Sara her name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/1600/000_0623s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8029/1127/320/000_0623s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So they actually played Sarala! I was so happy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stray dogs at the airport bark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tail curled up like a question mark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, the people scattered,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rats in the gutter, scared Sarala...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ta-ta lei lei..ta ta lei lei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016272-113918112045906052?l=khashiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/113918112045906052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016272/posts/default/113918112045906052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashiva.blogspot.com/2006/02/caedmons-call.html' title='Caedmon&apos;s Call'/><author><name>hsingln</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5Gn-KUFD0/S49Pc_THd0I/AAAAAAAAALA/sjATWnHcv4Q/S220/sandals.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
