<?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-4271862216089497275</id><updated>2011-09-23T03:23:17.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Real World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-2413814137320795407</id><published>2010-12-26T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:12:07.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It been a long time</title><content type='html'>Wow, it been a long time I didn't blog... today I was too boring staying at home and surf around the net. In the end, I decided to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while I was so busy as usual... study, assignment, exam and internship. This coming week will be my last week of internship. Next month will be my results coming out. Now, I'm un-officially or partially a graduates. Honestly, I would rather to rest and play around first before start back to the working worlds I belongs to. Unfortunately, my parents not allowed. Huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is getting married next month. Huh~ What a surprise that dating not even half year. Just few months need to get married already. All it is because she is pregnant. She have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year will be in 2 months times. Brother Kevin will be back soon. Can't wait to meet him again. Coz February 8th is his birthday. Can celebrate with him again before he back to Su Zhou again. Was wondering when he want to stay there until.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2 weeks my results will be release soon. I'm praying hard that I able to get through. Now I'm hoping there is miracle happen. I trust miracle very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-2413814137320795407?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/2413814137320795407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=2413814137320795407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2413814137320795407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2413814137320795407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-been-long-time.html' title='It been a long time'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-8323225570197902891</id><published>2010-08-07T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:51:51.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing last minutes work</title><content type='html'>Its been few months I didn't blogging... coz as usual I was very busy and now its super busy. I'm doing my final year project - thesis... and this is the most headache, stressful and complicated work. huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1st time I experiencing studying last minutes for final exam. Normally I won't do that... this semester because of my thesis. So, its drag me to study in so last minutes. What is the lesson is, it is stressful that you know you not enough time to prepare well and its makes you so stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester is my last semester in University. I hope everything will be alright. Coz I don't want to stay in University anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I need to stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-8323225570197902891?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/8323225570197902891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=8323225570197902891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8323225570197902891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8323225570197902891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/08/experiencing-last-minutes-work.html' title='Experiencing last minutes work'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-3016161636727859940</id><published>2010-06-17T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:11:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop!</title><content type='html'>STOP! Can you stop disturbing me with your love life? Don't tell me yoour story, don't ask me question. I really fed up of that. I know you too well. You are the one want to ask but don't accept people opinion and easy to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like your boyfriend actually. I honestly tell you. But, I know you sure not happy. That's why I decided to keep ot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please! I'm really tired and hard to breath. Just let me alone and live peacefully can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that the guy is you choosed not me. How well you know him? Try to ask yourself... How long you know him, you definitely you know. You want to accept him is your problem. Don't come to me ok???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-3016161636727859940?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/3016161636727859940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=3016161636727859940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3016161636727859940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3016161636727859940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/06/stop.html' title='Stop!'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-6847588567927286206</id><published>2010-06-03T08:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:47:11.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>Wow... it has been long time since last i blog. Maybe i was too busy... haha... ya... i was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New semester started one month. That month i was superb busy. Coz I was in my final 2nd semester. Which means that i'm starting with my thesis. At the same time, I got to attend all the workshop that had prepared for us. And in the same semester, we still have our class to go on... I got 3 subjects, 3 assignment, 3 mid-term, 1 presentation, 1 thesis proposal, 3 final exams and most importantly now also doing some process of finding job-training company and getting apporval and etc for november. Huh~ some of you might think that wa.... so many things... are you crazy? No.... I'm not crazy and I don't want to be like this. Is the uni want to be like this. Damm stress~ huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend of mine start dating with a guy that she don't even know for long. They just know each other and the guy fall in love with her. And she accept him without thinking too much. But, sad case is, she even worst after accept him. She always look for me and ask this ask that, called me accompany her find the guy. What la... is your own boyfriend and you know that his life is like this, what for you angry with, and that's your boyfriend, why want to to accompany you go find him? Don't want accompany you, you don't go. Then blame on me... what la you? Please la... think maturelly ok? You are so childish after accept him. As you know that how busy I am now. Please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-6847588567927286206?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/6847588567927286206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=6847588567927286206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6847588567927286206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6847588567927286206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-618313748630694650</id><published>2010-04-15T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:21:11.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iphone</title><content type='html'>I want Iphone since last month. But, sad that I'm poor. Not enough money yet. So, I got to wait until I save enough money in order to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy become so naughty. He got one. Me and my brother so jealous about it. Ish~ daddy so bad... get one for himself, not sponsoring me also although he know that I wish to have one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-618313748630694650?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/618313748630694650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=618313748630694650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/618313748630694650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/618313748630694650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/04/iphone.html' title='Iphone'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-3753831459998287529</id><published>2010-04-08T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T14:23:44.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma again</title><content type='html'>Grandma is in hospital again~ This time is because of her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was complaining that her leg is pain and cannot walk. My aunt send her to hospital and the doctor said she need to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from my mum said that, her leg maybe is because last time she fall down and affected. The bone is crack and its makes her leg become pain, "zhong" and makes her can't walk. Now she got to stay in hospital for two weeks to help her make her bone straight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the video that my aunt posted in facebook, my heart is so painful when I saw her leg was bandaged up in order to pull the bone straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope grandma recover soon and hope nothing is happen to her again~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-3753831459998287529?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/3753831459998287529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=3753831459998287529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3753831459998287529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3753831459998287529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/04/grandma-again.html' title='Grandma again'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-1380667440778246403</id><published>2010-04-03T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:37:07.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time past so fast</title><content type='html'>Nowadays don't know why I felt that a lot of things happen around me I thought not long time ago... but, actually its happened few years ago... Huh~ Time really past so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can graduate by end of this year. Joined this University in year 2008. Now already year 2010. So fast~ I can see a lot of changes in this University as well. I also changed too... Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-1380667440778246403?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/1380667440778246403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=1380667440778246403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/1380667440778246403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/1380667440778246403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-past-so-fast.html' title='Time past so fast'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-6021992419083243844</id><published>2010-03-30T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:34:05.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So scary</title><content type='html'>This few days don't know why there's so many cockroaches appeared in my house. It was so scary... Its appear almost everyday... huh~ I hope that its won't appear again... dear all cockroaches, please go to other places... PLEASE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-6021992419083243844?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/6021992419083243844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=6021992419083243844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6021992419083243844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6021992419083243844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-scary.html' title='So scary'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-6852751042854565544</id><published>2010-03-03T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:37:35.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this world?</title><content type='html'>I was so angry this few days. I'm thinking that why I always think of people first then I only will think about myself? When can I only change it to I think about myself first only think of other people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I felt that suddenly is because, normally when people need help, come and look for me, I'll said ok. I helped them. But, when I need help, look for this people, they sure have a lot of reason and say no. What is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should said no to them even I can help them next time. Let them know what is that feeling is when you really need help and there's nobody willing to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you guys will said I was too bad. But, I have no choice. I'm not the Tammy before this. I have changed. Changed to more cruel. Learn to say no. Learn to be bad. Why? Before this, Tammy is a person who willing to help, good girl, always say yes. But, she always will being bully by others. Let others to take advantage. But now, I learned a lot of things that I can see it very clearly. That's why I changed now. I mentioned again.... TAMMY HAS CHANGED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-6852751042854565544?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/6852751042854565544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=6852751042854565544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6852751042854565544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6852751042854565544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-this-world.html' title='What is this world?'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-2561014883719848270</id><published>2010-03-02T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:59:25.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel surprise</title><content type='html'>Wow.... I'm so surprise today. Yesterday after I ended my class, when I on the way from Block C to Block B, I saw a guy looks like my ex-tuition teacher I keep in touch with. Then I just walk forward and he suddenly turn back. Is really is him and I just called teacher. He said hi. After that I was wondering why is he here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I surf around my uni webpage and browse to the staff name list. Unbelievable, he is the staff here. He no more in TARC. Huh~ He is associate dean of a new course i think. Is school of mathematics and actualrial science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time when I joined UCSI I met Ms Lee Kim Lian who is my ex-lecturer in Flamingo College. Now is my ex-tution teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-2561014883719848270?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/2561014883719848270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=2561014883719848270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2561014883719848270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2561014883719848270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/03/feel-surprise.html' title='Feel surprise'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-6255562719589667466</id><published>2010-02-27T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:25:54.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>Grandma was not feeling well since before Chinese New Year. She having vomit. But the vomit is sometimes she really feel want to vomit. Sometimes she purposely make out. During Chinese New Year when we in Ipoh, I saw her don't want to eat. Just drink. But sometimes she don't even want to drink. She just said don't feel like want to eat. Even medicine she also refuse to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we back to KL. Mum keep calling back to Ipoh everyday to ask grandma condition. She is ok. But today, suddenly aunt called and told us that grandma in hospital. She got to stay for check up and put on drips because of she keep vomitting and refuse to eat and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Chinese New Year, Mum already said that we got to prepare. Touch Wood said that, grandma will go anytime. And now, mum ask aunt to find place, prepare this, prepare that in case grandma one day pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard that, I really scared. Maybe I selfish. I don't wish this to happen this year as this is my final year in Uni. A lot of stuff need to busy with. And the most important things is, I hate the sad feeling. It will make me cry. I hate this feeling very much. I don't really hope that this day will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please! Grandma, please listen to people can? Take good care of yourself please.... we all don't wish you to see you like this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-6255562719589667466?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/6255562719589667466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=6255562719589667466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6255562719589667466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6255562719589667466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/02/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-6594477718260536898</id><published>2010-02-23T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:07:08.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>Can anyone please tell me why we must go through all the emotions? I hate the emotions that make me sad. I don't like sadness. Can we only have happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to go, brother kevin is flying back to SuZhou again. Kind of missing the day we gather together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care you guys say I'm naive, ancient, silly or no matter what adjectives you guys give, I still want to ask this question. In this world, is there still true love, a long long time and never separated from love? If the answer you give is no, why? Why people only care once owned before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-6594477718260536898?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/6594477718260536898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=6594477718260536898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6594477718260536898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6594477718260536898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/02/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-1496188168960089848</id><published>2010-02-21T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:39:32.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felling sad...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night when I'm going to sleep, don't know why the sad feeling came again... Is the same feeling when the first time brother kevin flying off to SuZhou. Is the same feeling what I felt yesterday night. The feeling once again make my tears drop out again. I'm not dare to let my parents see it. I just stay in my room, quietly let my tears to drop. After 10-15 minutes, I'm ok. The feeling is gone. But, still have a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my tears drop, coz after that my eyes will be very tired. Then will fall asleep very easily. But the next day, I still feel that my eyes very tired. But sometimes, its really hard to control my feeling. Maybe is because I'm not me before this anymore. I'm changed. Following the time goes, we will change. And I don't know why I change until like that. Can I be back myself before this? I missed the time when I'm young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-1496188168960089848?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/1496188168960089848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=1496188168960089848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/1496188168960089848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/1496188168960089848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/02/felling-sad.html' title='Felling sad...'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-868181327999333889</id><published>2010-02-19T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:22:54.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger</title><content type='html'>I was thinking back, before Chinese New Year, I was so sick until vomit. That was so danger. Why? Coz I almost will admit to hospital. Vomit can't stop after spending RM 235 (consulted 3 times doctor). And its 2 days before Chinese New Year. Lucky in the end, doctor gave me a medicine that after I took will be very sleepy and control my vomit. Phew~ in the end, I recovered 1 day before Chinese New Year. Although the first few days of Chinese New Year I don't dare to eat so much of things that I shouldn't eat. What I can eat I also will ask daddy first. Luckily... and it was so danger I think back. Really... almost celebrate my Chinese New Year in hospital. Huh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-868181327999333889?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/868181327999333889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=868181327999333889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/868181327999333889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/868181327999333889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/02/danger.html' title='Danger'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-5337529849230215061</id><published>2010-02-13T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:33:55.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick</title><content type='html'>Right after the next day that I have attended god brother birthday party, I started vomit, diarrehea and have high fever. This condition already went through 3 days. Huh.... was so suffering with vomitting. Went to consult doctor 3 times, spent RM 235 in total. Some more send blood for checking see is it kena denggi. Phew~ Lucky the result out is nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a sick people sick, the most cham things is, nobody at home to take care of you. I was so cham that time. Lucky dad will try to spend some time home to see me is it ok a not. That's why I love my daddy so much. What I hate the most is, when I'm sick that time, whole body no energy. Sleeping and resting in the room. But the house phone keep on ringing. What the... I was so tired and no energy still got to walk out to answer phone. Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now is already over. I'm recovering... Thank God. I can celebrate my CNY in good condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-5337529849230215061?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/5337529849230215061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=5337529849230215061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5337529849230215061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5337529849230215061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-5964826894944821068</id><published>2010-02-08T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:45:33.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Brother Birthday</title><content type='html'>Just came back from god brother birthday. Erm... We ate Jogoyo Japanese Buffet. Quite fun. Food nice. But sad that I was full before I started my dinner there. Eat quite little. Haiz... And I also feel sad that because I'm sick, make me can't eat a lot of things there... Huhuhuhu... Nevermind, at least I felt quite fun with Brother they all there. Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-5964826894944821068?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/5964826894944821068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=5964826894944821068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5964826894944821068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5964826894944821068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/02/god-brother-birthday.html' title='God Brother Birthday'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-4641165668441872204</id><published>2010-01-31T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:03:27.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>In the end, the person I hate resigned in the end. Next month onwards I don't need to see her and suffer. Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother came back. Miss him so much... hope can celebrate his birthday with him this time. Every year didn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester started. Will be very busy as I'm in 3rd year liao. Huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from Port Dickson Trip. The trip consider ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chinese New Year, will be having new phone. Hehe... can't wait liao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year coming, so what? Can't really enjoy. Coz why? Coz of my mid-term exam will be start right after the 3rd day of Chinese New Year. Haiz... during Chinese New Year got to do revision, got to rush assignment as well. Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-4641165668441872204?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/4641165668441872204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=4641165668441872204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/4641165668441872204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/4641165668441872204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-title.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-1055933286863705313</id><published>2009-12-16T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:21:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing...just revising...</title><content type='html'>This 2 months while having term breaks, I went to worl. Really busy working everyday. When I'm back to normal alone, I think of so much of things. Happy moment we somebody, with club, in office and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there's one things that I don't understand is, why this world have politics? In club, in office and etc. This person don't like this person and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I felt that I changed. I start feeling boring going out with some people in the group that I don't really want to go out with, I start to feel that being alone was good. I'm not saying about partner. Just saying about friends. I'm starting say "NO" to others when I really can't help them. I don't really know this is call cruel or bad. Is just that I know that my limit is where until.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I felt that home for me is quite and safe place for me. At outside world, is noisy and dangerous. When I'm young that time, I love to go out and have fun. Maybe is because now old liao. Hehe... sometimes people said they are old I laugh at them. Now I saying about it. Is true. When you get older, you will feel more tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm different in different places. When with friends, I'll be very crazy. When I'm alone, I'll be very quite. When I wiith best friends or partner, I'll be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This days I also found that, no matter how many hours I slept also feel tired. Huh~ panda eyes also coming out liao.... so scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss the days when I'm young. Today went to macd. Saw a grandpa brought 3 of his grandson go macd. It's make me think of my grandpa also. So sad that he was not in this world anymore. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-1055933286863705313?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/1055933286863705313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=1055933286863705313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/1055933286863705313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/1055933286863705313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothingjust-revising.html' title='Nothing...just revising...'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-9006177932167414743</id><published>2009-12-09T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:47:41.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Own responsibility</title><content type='html'>Aren't people suppose to be responsible on their own job, task that had given or assign to them? Why this people always ask people help them to do their job that are not that person should do? Guys, please! Do not takes things for granted. Each people have their own things to do and time to rest. If the person can help then is ok. But when people tell you no then please do not force that person. YES means YES, NO means NO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-9006177932167414743?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/9006177932167414743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=9006177932167414743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/9006177932167414743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/9006177932167414743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/12/own-responsibility.html' title='Own responsibility'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-3522276767693216794</id><published>2009-11-18T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:39:23.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Today went to watch 2012 with my brother. Nice show... But its scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask a very silly question here? Will 2012 really the end of the world? A lot of people spreading it everywhere... or just because of the show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I said is scary... inmagine if the world is ending. And you have not much time to spent with your family, loved one, and things that you haven't do or fufill... scary right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the show, they can survive in the end because of they found their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that everyone here will appreciated what you have and precious your time to do what you want to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-3522276767693216794?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/3522276767693216794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=3522276767693216794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3522276767693216794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3522276767693216794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-5034611305302944987</id><published>2009-11-18T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:26:28.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Change</title><content type='html'>Yesterday mum told me &amp;amp; my brother that this friday better becareful because the weather will change until very scaed people. Will have freak winter storm. It will be very cold and better have jacket with us. Is that true? Why suddenly the weather change like that??? I really a bit scared leh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-5034611305302944987?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/5034611305302944987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=5034611305302944987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5034611305302944987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5034611305302944987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/11/weather-change.html' title='Weather Change'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-1338478700441128578</id><published>2009-11-16T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:24:25.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Paiseh...</title><content type='html'>Haih... Yesterday went to my club Leo Orientation. Almost end that time gastric pula... What the... make me so paiseh la... why? Because that time we are having a practice... So many people look at me... Huhuhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot of things from this seminar also... Apprecisted it so much... but sad that we don;t have the notes... Haih...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-1338478700441128578?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/1338478700441128578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=1338478700441128578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/1338478700441128578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/1338478700441128578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-paiseh.html' title='So Paiseh...'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-6460128500317945902</id><published>2009-11-08T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:00:03.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not enjoying it at all...</title><content type='html'>I was so sleepy now...OMG!!! Its only left half an hour before I end my work... Shoot!!! Haih... All becuase of there is someone who want me to work things out for them in the midnight... So I got no choice to burn mid-night oil again.... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was felling not enjoying my day with the group of people already... I start that I feel boring when I know that I'm going with them... But I have no choice coz we got to work things out together... Maybe it was like what my the other friend said maybe because our age gap is quite different. Lucky I still enjoy with this friend when we are together... We always go for movie, chatting in MSN and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this reason, I start being lazy to attend those event or meetings that they are there... OMG... Who can help me to ask the lazy worm to get off from my body??? Or I was being spreaded virus from this friend of mine? Coz he and she also feel that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-6460128500317945902?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/6460128500317945902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=6460128500317945902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6460128500317945902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6460128500317945902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-enjoying-it-at-all.html' title='I&apos;m not enjoying it at all...'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-6896253482187286445</id><published>2009-11-04T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:00:32.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling bad? Feel rude?</title><content type='html'>Today went out with 2 friends for movie &amp;amp; dinner. When paying both, I decided to treat my best friend is because he don't want to accept the fees that he suppose to except last month. Not because of this also, he also always fetching me here and there. I feel so bad. So, I decided to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During we doing the payment I asked him to keep back his money and my tone was so rude...Feel so bad la... although after reach home, I apologize to him via MSN, but, I'm still feel so bad.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also like owe-ing people money feel not comfortable as well. That day we shared money to bought a friend a birthday present. Coz his not on the spot so I pay first. When we in the car, we talked about it and he ask how much I owe you already ar??? Then he fast fast pay me back... Actually what I think is, if he not paying me back I also don't mind. Coz I really owe him too much already... Huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, don't think too much. We are just best friend ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-6896253482187286445?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/6896253482187286445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=6896253482187286445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6896253482187286445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6896253482187286445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-bad-feel-rude.html' title='Feeling bad? Feel rude?'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-3288692902689770850</id><published>2009-10-26T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:57:26.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh~</title><content type='html'>What a weird feeling is this??? I thought that I was didn't write on my blog very long... In the end, I logged into here and found out that I still logging in last month. Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, here come to the end of the semester. I started to work full time after I rest 2 days at home after my final exam end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to go for holiday but no money, no people free to go with me and some more got H1N1. No one dare to go for holiday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 months holiday got to back to real life again... how I wish that I can get out of the study life faster... What la me... want to back to study life is me... want to get out from study life also me... What happen to me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-3288692902689770850?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/3288692902689770850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=3288692902689770850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3288692902689770850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3288692902689770850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/10/huh.html' title='Huh~'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-339107262881632848</id><published>2009-10-09T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:38:21.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was so angry now</title><content type='html'>Damm it... what group did 3 of us had joined into for our group assignment. When our part that we in charge had finished now the member come tell us want to change topic. Who do you think you are? Group leader also don't want to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know that is already not enough time? We got to hand in next friday. And some more final exam coming. You guys don't need to do revision is you guys problem. We want to do revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on la. Decide already don't change la. Change what? I don't have so much time to gila with you guys la. If want to change should tell out the first day when we deciding the topic la. You guys didn't even tell lecturer and change it without telling him. If we same topic with other group then how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celaka~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-339107262881632848?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/339107262881632848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=339107262881632848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/339107262881632848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/339107262881632848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-so-angry-now.html' title='I was so angry now'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-2001361769323551741</id><published>2009-10-07T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:35:04.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it?</title><content type='html'>I was thinking a question nowadays... Is it people's are normally like this? I think is yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's that not dare to tell, express something to the other person face to face is it normally will change their way by using sms, email etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why my answer is yes is I found out a lot of this people use to do it like this. Is it good or bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-2001361769323551741?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/2001361769323551741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=2001361769323551741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2001361769323551741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2001361769323551741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it.html' title='Is it?'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-8168233798921725580</id><published>2009-10-04T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:34:53.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please drive safe</title><content type='html'>On 1st October, I heard that one of my secondary school mate passed away coz of car accident. I was so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only 24 years old, just married and have a child. Such a sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, please drive safely when you are driving, think about your family and your loves one. They will be very sad when they received such sad news. And I don't wish to received this kind of news. My heart was so pain when I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, please drive safe ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-8168233798921725580?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/8168233798921725580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=8168233798921725580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8168233798921725580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8168233798921725580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/10/please-drive-safe.html' title='Please drive safe'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-8691012024755297419</id><published>2009-09-29T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:04:58.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying Hard</title><content type='html'>Today sat for my International Business Mid-Term exam. Thought that I'm prepared. After I received my question paper. No. I'm not well prepared... OMG...!!! I got no choice to simply wrote something on it that what I remember. Shoot that is when I reached home looking for answer, saw that I answered wrong answer for one of the question. OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do now is just praying hard that I can go through. And my assignment can get high marks. And now, I got to rush out another 2 assignment out before dateline. And I got to fight for the best marks in my final exam. Still got to pray hard until end of this semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-8691012024755297419?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/8691012024755297419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=8691012024755297419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8691012024755297419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8691012024755297419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/09/praying-hard.html' title='Praying Hard'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-2157189696363056612</id><published>2009-09-24T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:57:17.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate those people</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm trying to advise a friend that talk to her mum so rude. Is it a bad things that I told her not to talk to her mum so rude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't know how is her mum attitude... but also mah... next time sure "hou hui".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the back of me tell another friend that I'm bad that I said it to her. What la... I'm advising you some more you talk bad about me behind of me? I hate this kind of people la. You want to talk, talk in front of me la. Why want to talk bad behind of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more I help you so much. Like that also don't appreciate. Next time don't come and ask me to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I advise you is for your own good. You don't care. Then I don't care la. Next time see who suffer. Always pretend cute, don't you know like that you make people more hate you? Don't you know the whole group of people you joining also anti-you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go home and think yourself properly before you talk bad about people behind. You more things let people said behind of you. Just that you yourself didn't realise it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-2157189696363056612?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/2157189696363056612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=2157189696363056612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2157189696363056612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2157189696363056612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-those-people.html' title='I hate those people'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-4213045988688233224</id><published>2009-09-19T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:38:01.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is crying</title><content type='html'>Today went Mcd with daddy and brother. Suddenly daddy ask me to check the receipts that looks the price was weird. Yup.Is correct. There's a problem in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy go find out from the counter. Came back and he said the person said is correct. Daddy asked me to re-calculate again by using his formula that he told. Its so complicated and as most of you know that my maths was so damm sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, kena scold by daddy. As he know it earlier that my maths was so sucks and he scold me secukup-cukup. I was so sad and my tears was coming out that I holding not to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is crying very badly. My lovely daddy scolded me. I was so sad... That's so long daddy didn't scold me since after my primary school. My heart is really crying like raining heavily...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-4213045988688233224?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/4213045988688233224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=4213045988688233224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/4213045988688233224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/4213045988688233224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-heart-is-crying.html' title='My heart is crying'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-5286244782858319635</id><published>2009-09-12T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:26:00.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I was having a feeling that can't really express it out. What feeling was that? Think of someone and I felt that I'm missing this person. Who is this? Haha... let you guys guess about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh~ What a "cham" situation? Why suddenly felt that? Tammy! Don't think so much... concentrate on your work. Not enough time la... Gambateh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-5286244782858319635?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/5286244782858319635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=5286244782858319635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5286244782858319635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5286244782858319635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling.html' title='Feeling'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-3431449156549543225</id><published>2009-09-03T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:19:13.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday over</title><content type='html'>In the end, my semester break has been over. New semester start. What I have done during my semester break? Nothing much. Just work and busy with club stuff. Huh~ No fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of class the lecturer already gave us a lot of assignment that we got to start do it from today. Huh~ OMG! Short semester normally really rush and busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results out. One of my subject failed. Is HR subject. I suppose can pass. All because of my english not good. Must go fing english class to improve already. My lecturer said my english no good. So, he can't understand what I trying to say in my final. So, its makes me failed. Sad sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I got to spend RM200 to re-sit this HR paper. Although my english still weak, I will try to write it cleary what I want to say this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-3431449156549543225?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/3431449156549543225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=3431449156549543225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3431449156549543225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3431449156549543225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/09/holiday-over.html' title='Holiday over'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-2220700039824704915</id><published>2009-08-25T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:20:58.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother Left</title><content type='html'>Brother had left again. His back to SuZhou already... Don't know why, this time I was ok with it compare to last time. Maybe because I already use to it or maybe because I failed to meet up with him this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually should meet up geh... My stupid USB kena virus makes my friend got to come to my house to fix it at the same time. My friend late pula. Make my appointment with my bro got to postponed. On the other day supposed to meet up. Then bro sms said that he don't feel like going out. Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope I can meet bro up the next trip he back during CNY next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-2220700039824704915?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/2220700039824704915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=2220700039824704915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2220700039824704915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2220700039824704915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/08/brother-left.html' title='Brother Left'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-8861469511857148832</id><published>2009-08-22T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:25:01.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Event and Bro is leaving soon...</title><content type='html'>Today, went to an event. This event supposingly not I'm doing the job. In the end, the ball throw it to me. This event is my club Joint Installation with others 15 leo clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the planning stage was very stress even before the event start. Coz a lot of things, the other department haven't confirm the list to us as our club is doing the protocol. Luckily, this time the lions in-charge of this event was very helpful. Not like few years back. They just leave it to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tired running up and down, although there are member who helping us out. But, the main person still me &amp;amp; the other guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the event, was not so stress anymore. And its just like 1 hour. It run very fast. But, my leg was so pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the venet was over. But, there is a lot of things that they need to know. They are really messy and not well planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day, brother is flying off back to Suzhou. Sad that we don't have time to meet up. Hope that next year CNY he back can meet up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-8861469511857148832?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/8861469511857148832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=8861469511857148832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8861469511857148832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8861469511857148832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/08/event-and-bro-is-leaving-soon.html' title='Event and Bro is leaving soon...'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-7643700272951649277</id><published>2009-08-10T13:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:16:40.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need rest~</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was on the way back from Ipoh. Listening to my songs in my handphone. Suddenly, I felt so sad. I thinking of, don't know when all my closest family are not with me anymore, how am I? I was very scared. I scared I was alone with my brother. Coz there's no other closest family member is with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is because I was over-stress with my revision for my final exam that having this week. Even at night I slept, I also got dream out all the things that I have revised in the morning until evening. Huh~ When can its stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I was tired with everything. I want rest, I want fresh air. But, in the end, can't have this rest and fresh air also. Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there's a place for me to shout out as loud as I can, as much as I can. But, I don't think in KL here got. If got, sure kena scold from people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-7643700272951649277?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/7643700272951649277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=7643700272951649277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/7643700272951649277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/7643700272951649277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-rest.html' title='I need rest~'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-4986649676306777910</id><published>2009-08-07T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:56:32.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things still like usual</title><content type='html'>Huh~ Applied leave = didn't apply leave. Why say so? I thought that after I applied leave, they won't keep on asking me things and ask me to help out. But, in the end, still the same. Especially this person. She is weak in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why everything she also want to ask me, want to ask me to help. Just for your info, she is a president. Is president job is asking a on leave people this and that? Some more I didn't become a president before. How can I give a correct answer??? Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I start having a nightmare when final exam is coming. Oh my god... when can all this things can stop happening to me??? I really need a break... After next saturday, I will have a temporary break. I want to have as much sleep as possible. Nowadays really not enough sleep at all... All because of my final...Huhuhuhuhuh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-4986649676306777910?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/4986649676306777910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=4986649676306777910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/4986649676306777910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/4986649676306777910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-still-like-usual.html' title='Things still like usual'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-5539056100078089069</id><published>2009-07-30T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:25:04.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...coming back...</title><content type='html'>Yeah... Today surfing around facebook. Suddenly saw something unbelievable... brother is coming back... Yeah... he is coming back tomorrow flight. But, he only will be back here for a 3 weeks holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 weeks, I'll be sad again. Coz he got to go back to SuZhou to work until his contract end only will be bcak again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-5539056100078089069?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/5539056100078089069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=5539056100078089069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5539056100078089069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5539056100078089069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeahcoming-back.html' title='Yeah...coming back...'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-32276080917109004</id><published>2009-07-26T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:18:59.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned Old Parents</title><content type='html'>This morning when buying newspaper, I saw the headlines is regarding old people being abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why nowadays, so many people's start to abandoned their own old parents. Don't they know that they are their own parents? When you are young, your parents take care of you, spend so much money on you. But now, they grow old. They need you to take care of them, give them money to use coz they already retired. What you do to them in the end? Abandoned them, sent them to old folks home, don't visit them anymore. What kind of this people's is. What kind of world is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they get to know their parents pass away, they cry and say this, say that. Why I didn't take care of them? Why I let them being alone? Why this? Why that? What la... if you know you will be like that, please la. Don't treat your parents like that. They are your parents, the people's that most close to you is them also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear people's, please think twice when you really want to do that. They are really "kesian"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this news, you guys know how pain is my heart is???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-32276080917109004?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/32276080917109004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=32276080917109004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/32276080917109004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/32276080917109004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/07/abandoned-old-parents.html' title='Abandoned Old Parents'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-7498756170032707545</id><published>2009-07-23T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:25:46.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What???</title><content type='html'>What was happening to me? Final exam coming baru fall sick. Now still haven't fully recover yet. Everyday after took medicine felt so sleepy can't concentrate on doing revision. Cham... cough and flu please go away faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih~ next semester will be a thoughful semester for all of us. Why says so. The lecture and tutorial time had changed. From a normal 2 hours lecture change to 4 1/2 hours. From 1 1/2 hours tutorial changed to 3 hours. Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can tahan, don't know whether the lecturer can tahan a not. Huh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-7498756170032707545?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/7498756170032707545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=7498756170032707545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/7498756170032707545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/7498756170032707545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/07/what.html' title='What???'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-5639046817586494388</id><published>2009-07-07T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:36:24.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What semester is this?</title><content type='html'>This few days was busy with assignment. This semester we not same like last semester. This semester we really done our assignment last minutes. Previous semester we done our assignment very early. But, this semester I don't know why we will do it so last minutes. No preparation at all. Even presentation and mid-term exam.  What happen to us this semester???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester will be a short semester for all of us again. And the University have change from 2 hours lecture to become 3 or 4 hours lecture. Shoot! So "xin ku". Where can a lecture have it so many hours and break also limited. Huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more short semester is the most busy semester for all of us. Coz time limited. Coursework and assignment so much.... Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. I really don't enjoy my University life so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-5639046817586494388?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/5639046817586494388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=5639046817586494388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5639046817586494388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5639046817586494388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-semester-is-this.html' title='What semester is this?'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-920619392969214107</id><published>2009-06-22T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:28:36.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-term</title><content type='html'>Today I had sat for my CMA mid-term exam paper. I felt that my performance not that good. Because my preparation work was not enough. Why? All because of the stupid ED assignment. Make the dateline so near to our mid-term exam. Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad now. Because this subject is a re-take subject. I took it during my first sem in this Uni and I failed it. I only owe 10 marks to pass this paper. I don't hope that its happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please help me? I just hope that the results release faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday mid-term was ok. There's one question appear but the lecturer didn't teach us before. My format was correct. Just that there's one things that I think I do wrong. Coz she didn't teach us before. I also lost 1 marks in that paper coz I don't know how to do that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to put more extra effort in the assignment and final exam already from now on. Got to cut down on work now. Haih~ No money...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-920619392969214107?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/920619392969214107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=920619392969214107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/920619392969214107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/920619392969214107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/06/mid-term.html' title='Mid-term'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-8140470788144750042</id><published>2009-06-22T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:22:59.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Father's Day. Brought dad to Legend hotel ate Japanese Buffet on Saturday. Daddy really loves Japanese Food. That's why we treat him Japanese Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy really enjoyed the food there. Daddy don't wish me to pay as its too expensive. But I wanted to pay is because is daddy's day, and i'm pround of i'm daddy daugther. And I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy... Although I didn't say out how much I love you. But, I know that you know.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy... I hope we always be at your side.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy... We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the hero in our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-8140470788144750042?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/8140470788144750042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=8140470788144750042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8140470788144750042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8140470788144750042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-9001078931123747659</id><published>2009-06-20T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:32:15.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Brother 2</title><content type='html'>Today, I went back to the same secret recipe which I went with Bro K last time to have lunch and do assignment there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. I missed him so much when I sit at the other corner look at the place where me &amp;amp; him sat on last time. Huh~ What am I doing? Back to do assignment la. Haih~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-9001078931123747659?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/9001078931123747659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=9001078931123747659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/9001078931123747659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/9001078931123747659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/06/missed-brother-2.html' title='Missed Brother 2'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-3952502950644950341</id><published>2009-06-16T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:54:53.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time not enough to use...</title><content type='html'>This few days was super busy with my things. For example: coursework, assignment. Busy until i felt that time is not enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month and this month is like pass by very fast. Is really fast. This two month like I didn't learn anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sat and next monday is my mid-term exam. This week still got to rush assignment that the dateline falls on 24th June. Die la... assignment haven't settle, exam haven't study. Die die die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more time. I need more more more more time...... Help.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-3952502950644950341?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/3952502950644950341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=3952502950644950341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3952502950644950341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3952502950644950341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-not-enough-to-use.html' title='Time not enough to use...'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-2270726153341104564</id><published>2009-05-31T08:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:52:19.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing brother</title><content type='html'>Huh~ Suddenly missed brother so much... I mean my god brother in China. I'm missing the days e went out for yum cha, dayswe went to night market, miss the dayswe at college. Huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how's brother there. Miss malaysia food? Miss his family? Miss his friends? And etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-2270726153341104564?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/2270726153341104564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=2270726153341104564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2270726153341104564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2270726153341104564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-brother.html' title='Missing brother'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-3258282852708896107</id><published>2009-05-28T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:38:08.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lecturer</title><content type='html'>The lecturer was sucks. Although he actually indirectly helping us to pass this subject and need us to hand in our proposal and assignment in a very short period, we know that he want to settle our marks fast so that we know how many marks we got to pass for the whole subject. But he just sucks la. Details don't give properly. Sometime like this, sometimes like that. Haih~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-3258282852708896107?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/3258282852708896107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=3258282852708896107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3258282852708896107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3258282852708896107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/05/proposal.html' title='The lecturer'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-7641409114836395677</id><published>2009-05-24T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:42:34.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is she ok?</title><content type='html'>Huh~ what I said last time already become true. Is she ok? Why she want to be like that? I really don't undersand. Why she don't understand always come to me? Don't she know that I didn't take up this kind of post before? She should go ask those people that took this post before ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-7641409114836395677?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/7641409114836395677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=7641409114836395677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/7641409114836395677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/7641409114836395677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-she-ok.html' title='Is she ok?'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-4407843261862819768</id><published>2009-05-24T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:12:24.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh~</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after dinner, me &amp;amp; my parents sit down talk about mine &amp;amp; my brother childhood day. Really felt happy that time. Coz a lot of sweet memory during childhood. Nothings to "fan", nothing is unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that chat, we prepare to go out, dad said he felt very hot. (After a heavy rain, normally we won't felt hot). He suspect will have fever. We ask him to go consult doctor due to the virus nowadays. He said don't need. Can eat some own fever medicine. Dad not listening to our advice. Huh~ so naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother said nevermine la, we can take care him one day but can't take care him for the whole life. I know what my brother means. But, I don't hope that dad leave us. I know there's will be one day our parents will leave us. Everyone will die one day. But I don't wish that happen. I can't afford to face that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-4407843261862819768?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/4407843261862819768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=4407843261862819768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/4407843261862819768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/4407843261862819768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/05/huh.html' title='Huh~'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-1792622560788297652</id><published>2009-05-14T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:54:40.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be or put it down?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night before I'm going to bed, I was thinking of something. Something that I tried to not to think and make decicion about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. I was thinking to let it be or to put it down. If I let it be, I don't know what's the conclusion will be, how long can I don't think about it anymore and how I make the decision. If I put it down, will I feel sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a hard decision for me. But now, I really don't know which way to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-1792622560788297652?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/1792622560788297652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=1792622560788297652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/1792622560788297652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/1792622560788297652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-it-be-or-put-it-down.html' title='Let it be or put it down?'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-4473815530928063521</id><published>2009-05-13T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:40:24.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester Started</title><content type='html'>Well, new semester had started last week. This week is the 2nd week. Most of the lecture started this week. There's a subject lecture started last week. This lecturer is too hardworking. Hardworking until give us a lot of coursework to do. Honestly, until today, I still haven't finish yet. Is too much and those question makes my brain stuck. Huh~ and the most important things is, my timetable full like... where got extra time? Sleep also not well already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my subject is divided into two class (business student and non-business student). Thank god that this lecturer was smart. She ask who want to switch to the non-business group lecture? I sure want to switch, because the business group lecture was too big, not enough place to sit, air-cond also not enough. Some more we got to squeeze into a classroom. If I changed to the non-business group, less people, more air-cond, more sits and the most important is, we in the auditorium. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night is another night that I can't sleep well again. A lot of nightdream appear. I dream of my coursework, I dream of got to spent money to buy books again, I dream of all my colleague in Elken, and etc. Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I only can get a good sleep? Help~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-4473815530928063521?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/4473815530928063521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=4473815530928063521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/4473815530928063521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/4473815530928063521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/05/semester-started.html' title='Semester Started'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-576234435536003449</id><published>2009-05-05T08:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:58:06.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Day I have currently</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday (3/5), went dinner with my ex-elken friends. There are Ms. A, Mr. A, Mr.B and Mr.C. This gang is the most happy gang I ever met. They can be very crazy all the times and make the place is the most noisy table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 3rd time I join them. Can't believe that this time I join them I can laugh out as much as I can and its from the heart. Huh~ Do you know that I really long time didn't laugh until tears out stomach pain. Really didn't experience it for a very long time. Thanks guys. Wish to have next round with you guys again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 10.30pm. Switch on my laptop. Connected to the internet. Shoot! What happen to my Internet Explorer? Click in, homepage out, then want to click into my Uni portal, can't click in. Even want to click anything from the hompage also can't. What happen? MSN can click, desktop also no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Mr. A ask what happen. He said will come to check out on Monday (4/5). He said will drop by around 7pm-8pm. Ends up, he forget. I got no choice to ask him to come because quite urgent. All my notes in the portal and got to use it on the next day. In the end he came. Thank god... In the end, settled. Thanks to Mr. A. I really owe you many makan already. Next time I treat you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-576234435536003449?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/576234435536003449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=576234435536003449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/576234435536003449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/576234435536003449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiest-day-i-have-currently.html' title='The Happiest Day I have currently'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-2481699337448981587</id><published>2009-05-02T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:41:38.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare coming soon</title><content type='html'>My nightmare that I expected coming soon... What nightmare some people ask me. Is regarding my club. Election done. Ms. A became President of this coming term. Why I said its a nightmare? Because Ms. A weak on everything. English, computer. Whatever she want to do also ask me to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day our Advisor, Ms. B ask our IPP Mr. A to give Ms. A a training. Let her to handle the meeting. But, Ms. A keep on ask me this and that. Shoot la! 1st time already like this, I can't inmagine when her term come how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already told her that  I won't be available for 1 year. And I won't involve anything about club meeting and activities. But, she keep on say you can't leave me alone. What the... Don't she think that I got my own things to busy with? She think I 24 hours free? If she think that she can't take the post, please reject la... Why take up? Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (1/5) She called me. She told me that our Advisor called her inform her that Mr. B, will be coming back to club. Who is Mr. B? This Mr. B is a very bad person. A person our club people don't like the most. Than I ask her, why you tell me? I'm not the Board of Directors. I'm just a normal member la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do now? I don't wish she keep on call me and ask about club things. Who can give me advice what should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-2481699337448981587?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/2481699337448981587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=2481699337448981587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2481699337448981587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2481699337448981587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/05/nightmare-coming-soon.html' title='Nightmare coming soon'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-4462444596142853857</id><published>2009-05-01T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:58:41.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and Virus</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (30/4), my bos's mother (CMSB - my part time job company) had passed away. When I heard it, I was felt sad, and think nonsense again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will go through this process (born, old, sick and death). In my opinion, in this four categories, the most scary category is death. Why I say so? Because once a person pass away especially our most dearest family members or friends, we will feel very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most scary part is when we got to face our own times come. This is the part that I don't even dare to face it. I felt it is very scary. After pass away, I don't know where am I will be. How many people will feel sad. Is my body going to burn or what? Really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one more things that even make me feel more scary. That's is when one day, my parents leave me. How am I going to face it? I really scared. Without them, I feel lonely, scared. Now, although I make use of everytime, minutes and hour with them. But, I really don't wish it will happen. I don't know whether I can accept it not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, there's a virus called swine flu, is really scary virus. Its makes me don't dare to go anywhere. Just stay at home. I felt is more safer if I don't go out often. But, I still got to go Uni. Huh~ so scary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-4462444596142853857?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/4462444596142853857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=4462444596142853857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/4462444596142853857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/4462444596142853857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-and-virus.html' title='Death and Virus'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-5976511565322996809</id><published>2009-04-26T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:07:50.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Really Happy Today or Angry?</title><content type='html'>Today (26/4/09), I don't know is a happy day for me or angry day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I work until 4.30pm today. Because of I got club meeting cum celebrating my leo advisor birthday and I also got class gathering, so I can't go home after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm, suddenly rain come. Shoot! How am I going to take bus to Leisure Mall? No choice. Got to rush there. Reached. "Ms.A" supposed go look for present for our Leo Advisor first before I reached. When I reached she only tell me that she forgot to bring money out and haven't go look for anything yet. Damm~. I don't know feel funny or angry. She know that we got to rush to the place at 5pm. Some more she makes the things until 6pm only reached the place. Make all the people there wait for us. I was very sorry to them. Coz I'm the one who ask the meeting to held it early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the meeting, I inform my leo advisor that I'll be taking long break. Means that I won't be very active for one year in club. Everyone heard it and ask why. What I can answer is "nothing" "secret". "Ms.A" pula ask me "do I know what is your reason?" I just answer "No and I'm not going to tell you". Then she sangat mahu muka. And said you don't tell me I also know la. Haih~ I don't care what she think la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then best friend of mine "Mr.A" said "later you tell me ar" then I said, "I told you already ma". Then he said oh is it? I know this best friend of mine very forgetful. So, I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, I got to rush to the gathering. I felt so sorry again because I got to rush over, and I didn't even said goodbye to my friends and listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although in the whole meeting I also got laugh, but I really don't know is out from the heart not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush to class gathering. No feeling at all. Just feel that I'm back to those days. Those happy days in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a lot of advice from one of my friend back to part time studies. But, what I think that, different people, different attitude and thinking. So, some I agree and some disagree. But, I'm still don't know who am I actually nowadays. Am I Tammy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-5976511565322996809?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/5976511565322996809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=5976511565322996809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5976511565322996809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5976511565322996809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-really-happy-today-or-angry.html' title='Am I Really Happy Today or Angry?'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-8563613795706839300</id><published>2009-04-14T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:05:19.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Changing</title><content type='html'>This few days I was thinking something about myself. I felt that I'm changing. From like to laugh to seldom laugh. From a very talkative person to seldom talk person. And also from like to talk to people become don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have club meeting this few months as usual. During this month I can't attend because I'm having exam. And a lot's of problem I want to settle become I got to ask my best friend to help to settle. But, after this month I don't really want to attend any meeting. Because I don't feel like going. Some people will ask me why. I also don't know. Just think that I'm tired. I really need a break. And I wish to stay at home more than going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what happen to myself? I missed the days that I laugh as much as I can, talk as much as I can and chat with friends as much as I can. But now, except I wish to talk to my god brother "Kevin" and my best friend "Mr.A", I don't feel like want to talk with anyone. I understand that both of them also busy with their own things sometimes, so I also seldom disturb them. Some more brother is at Suzhou working, next year only back. Left "Mr.A" can talk too. But, I seldom and don't wish to disturb him. Coz he busy than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like talk to my family about my problem. I know what they will said. Sometimes I'll cry during midnight when everyone slept. Because that time is the best time for me to express my feelings. Nobody know what I'm doing. I really don't know what way I can use except cry out as much as I can. I really feel that very hard to express my feelings although sometimes I can talk to "Kevin" and "Mr.A". Just don't know how to tell them what I feel. Sometimes I even change topic or become speechless. Coz I also don't know what happen to myself. I feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people I don't like them I wish I can tell them so they know what's their problem is. But, I don't know why I didn't tell. I think I'm too good. I don't wish to hurt anyone of them. Even I don't wish to received any phone calls except "Kevin" and "Mr.A". I feel that its very noisy. I need a quiet place to cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh also not from the heart. All is pretend out. Days before now I laugh out from heart. But now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when I changed? Why I'll become like that? I wish I can back to those happy days. I missed my secondary school life. I missed my college friends and lecturers and my colleague in Elken. I really missed those days with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I can graduate from the Uni faster. I feel so stress. Uni life really different from college. Although this is the experience that everyone will go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-8563613795706839300?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/8563613795706839300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=8563613795706839300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8563613795706839300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8563613795706839300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-changing.html' title='I&apos;m Changing'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-548414098554625323</id><published>2009-04-09T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:01:48.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired week</title><content type='html'>This week is the most tired week I'm having. Why I said that? I also don't know why. Just feel that not enough sleep and can't sleep at night. When slept, nightmare come. I dream of my exam whole night. The formula, the steps how to answer the question. All about exam. Its makes me can't really sleep at all. What week is this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-548414098554625323?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/548414098554625323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=548414098554625323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/548414098554625323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/548414098554625323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-week.html' title='Tired week'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-7294930289653414174</id><published>2009-03-15T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:01:18.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? Tell me why?</title><content type='html'>Why? Why? Why? Why? Why this world is so unfair? Why a good person always "dibuli"? Why a bad person always "tidak dibuli"? Is it really good to become a bad person rather than a good person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't become a bad person. I can't do it. I always told myself not to be so good &amp;amp; kind. But in the end, failed. I really felt tired. What should I do? How can I solve this problem? Help.... I really need some advice from others...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-7294930289653414174?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/7294930289653414174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=7294930289653414174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/7294930289653414174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/7294930289653414174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-tell-me-why.html' title='Why? Tell me why?'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-727395806859426473</id><published>2009-03-04T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:00:46.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>University Life</title><content type='html'>Is all the university life like this? Study &amp;amp; stress like hell? I really don't know when can I stand for it until. I really really really have no idea. Who can help me? Stress up when think that a lot of assignment &amp;amp; coursework got to do. Some more got to prepare for midterm &amp;amp; final, sometimes got presentation &amp;amp; quiz also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most worry things that we students in this University is about the calculation marks procedure in final exam. Its really makes all of us worry, scared &amp;amp; stress up when come to final. Coz the calculation procedure was different with others college. If we can't get half from the total, we will deduct 40% from the total we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I really enjoy with my new friends there. But still will feel that I'll be crazy soon. Sad Sad~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-727395806859426473?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/727395806859426473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=727395806859426473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/727395806859426473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/727395806859426473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/03/university-life.html' title='University Life'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-5893174469015673566</id><published>2009-02-12T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:59:46.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to Brother</title><content type='html'>Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you in SuZhou now? Its already the 4th day you left KL. Hope everything fine there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read your blog today. Its sounds that you are enjoying the place there. Coz buy things there is cheper than in KL. That's for sure. But, please don't buy electronic things there. That's what my tour guide told us last time when me &amp;amp; my family went to Beijing last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jason was quite sad coz you left us in KL and you in SuZhou. We felt lonely without you. See! We missed you so much......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother, I saw you ate the instant noodles there. Tried get "kong sifu". Its really nice. Trust me! Until now I still missed the taste. Yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you bring along the scraft I bought you? Is it useful? Can help? Hehe... coz I'm not sure whether is will help on cool wheather like now a not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy as much as you can over there ya! Faster go get one "ah sou" back for me ya! Hahahahaha......Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Take good care of yourself ya! Drink more water when the weather change to hot! Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-5893174469015673566?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/5893174469015673566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=5893174469015673566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5893174469015673566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5893174469015673566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/02/letter-to-brother.html' title='A Letter to Brother'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-7685431850046532494</id><published>2009-02-01T09:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:58:09.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>During Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>As usual, this year cny i went back to ipoh with my family again. This time stay there longer then last few years. Coz my mum said she want to go visiting a lot of her relatives house this year as their age very old already. Scared no chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion &amp;amp; 1st day of cny no place to go. So, I just do all my Uni coursework and assignment. Sad. CNY holiday=no cny holiday. Haih~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day we went to Penang visit my dad's sister and have lunch with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day we went to 4th grandpaternaluncle house. He already 70+ years old. In the whole conversation between him &amp;amp; my mum they all, I felt that this uncle really is a good person. Why I said that? Because when he talk about when he is young, how to help people, his tears start to come out. What happen is when he is young last time, he don't care how poor he is. As long as his brother's family &amp;amp; friends need help (in money issue), he will give all his money to them to help out. But, sad case is, in the end, nobody appreciated him when his brother's chilren grown up. What kind of this people is? So sad. Only my mum's family &amp;amp; the other friend of my grandpaternaluncle know how to appreciated him back. When I heard that story, I really think that in this world is it really that a good person always will be no "balas baik balik" in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day we went to my mum's family friend house, then go lunch, then back home. After dinner at 6pm, then we back to KL. On the way back to KL, I think of my god brother again. Soon, he will flying off already. Really feel sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day actually one of my friend want to go for movie then in the end she said got things on. So, cancelled. So, my best friend said both of us go lo. Then both of us go for movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th day Uni start. No where to go. After class, went to my brother babysitter sister's house bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th day go visit teacher's house. A lot of things happen on that day. This one sick la. This one car got problem la. Haih~ make the whole planning in mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th day &amp;amp; 9th day back to normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th day went Tesco with friends buy things to prepare for 11th day event. It was fun. Coz we bought like crazy. But was very tiring coz of not enough sleep during pass few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th day woke up very early again. Went to market bought those food that didn't buy on 10th day. Then went to Giant buy things that we forgot to buy at Tesco. At 2pm, our Lion come. Then start to go to PJ. Half way, car broke down. Under hot sun, wait until the mechanic come. Waited for an hour. Here they come &amp;amp; another Lion come rescue us. Reach PJ around 4pm. Then start to boil soup, set up &amp;amp; stuff. Preparation end around 8pm. Then sit down with members &amp;amp; guest. Start eating around 8.30pm. Was not happy because don't know why there's someone so "kan cheong" to ask me help to close account &amp;amp; do report. Don't that person know that I'm still eating? Why can't wait? Nobody asking for the report yet. Event end around 12am. On the way home, my best friend car kena saman. So cham~. Reach home around 1pm. Take bath and stuff, almost 2am only go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th day Woke up at 7am again. Got class at 8am. Not enough sleep again. Keep on like this I really don't know can I tahan a not. Really felt very tired already. Hope to have a break. Saw my re-sit result. Was upset, results same as final. Don't understand why. Finding out. Got to retake both of the subject again. Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th day Woke up at 6.30am. Was so sleepy. But no choice, coz got to sent mum to her office. The whole company are going down to Redang. Then go have breakfast after sent her to office. Then go for class at 9am. Class started at 9.05am. Half way of class, I was very very sleepy. My eyes start dropping down. Shoot! Then fall asleep around 10 minutes. Then I can't tahan. Go washroom wash my face. Feel better. Noon class start at 1.30pm. Feel sleepy again around 2.30pm. Go wash face again. Class end at 4.30pm. Rush home, then rush to Claris Music to meet my colleague and go for company annual dinner. We start journey at 7.30pm. I car pool colleague A car. Colleague B lead us the way. Guess what? He lead the way until me &amp;amp; my colleague A lost our way. He didn't see whether are we behind at him not he go stratght. Then told us that he wait us somewhere. Ask us go meet him. We said ok. What's happen in the end was we reach that place, he went somewhere else. Shoot la. Then we called other colleague for help to lead us there through telephone. Really thanks for help. Coz she sambil makan, sambil lead us. Poor things. The venue instead spent us around 20minutes to reach became 1 hour plus to reach. At 1.40am, Brother fly off to China. :'( Sob Sob...... Felt sad...... Brother, take care ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th day nothing special. Just went to work then go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th day In the end, it is the last day of CNY. Went for a movie with my friends. Then go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-7685431850046532494?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/7685431850046532494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=7685431850046532494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/7685431850046532494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/7685431850046532494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year-visitation-to.html' title='During Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-6903285734752874363</id><published>2009-01-06T14:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:51:50.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Brother</title><content type='html'>Today (6/1/09) went lunch with brother before he fly off next month to China for work 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Secret Recipe for lunch after my class end at 12pm. When he first saw me, he ask "why I become so thin already? Last time you not that thin wo... Is it really so stress in this Uni"? Then I answer "where got thin"? (Coz we didn't meet up 1 year coz brother was very busy last year, so long didn't meet up, he sure feel that I'm thin already lah.) "So fat still said thin. Of coz feel stress in this Uni la".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we sambil makan sambil chit chat. Finished around 1pm, he sent me home. Shoot! No small change to pay back brother for lunch. Then I told him about that, as usual, he said don't need la. You are my sister ma. Then I said "aiyo, 10 times makan with you, 10 times also not allow me to pay back". Then brother said "I treat you as my own sister not god sister ma". Aiyo apa bezanya? When reached connaught school, jam. Coz of school over time. So, he decided to drop me near King's Confectionery due to jam. So, its ok for me to walk back. I'm not like somebody that you know jam still want people to fetch her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before get down fom car, brother gave me a hug. Don't know why, suddenly felt so sad that moment. I really to rely on him already. Anything also find him. He gave me a small gift. Its really cute. Brother, Thanks for everything today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today on, this cutie will temporary replace brother for 1 year. Shoot... I'm too stupid already. Why think that? Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother, hope you will take care yourself &amp;amp; can get use of the environment there ya! Sure will miss you a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-6903285734752874363?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/6903285734752874363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=6903285734752874363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6903285734752874363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6903285734752874363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunch-with-brother.html' title='Lunch with Brother'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-2685919726202926662</id><published>2008-12-26T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:49:37.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve cum unhappy day</title><content type='html'>On Christmas Eve that day, I have no plan to go anywhere to celebrate christmas until my friend Ms.A called up and ask want to go Lion Mr.A house? As that day Lion Mr.A house got event. As usual, I'll said up to you. I'm fine. Then she ask me to call Mr.B to ask whether he want to go not. Failed to call. So, she ask to sms. Sms-ed. No answer. So, she decided to sms him on her own. Reply in the end. Said ok. But, in the end said don't feel like going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.A use my phone to call Mr.B as her phone not much credit left. Called. Mr.B asked us to think of other plan. So, decided to watch movie. Planned Yes Man, MidValley. Then go online book. Can't book. Cause all fully booked for that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.A called Mr.C see whether he wanna go for movie with us not. He said ok but need to back home early. And he suggested to watch IP Man. Then Ms.A called Mr.B again ask what time he end work? Ask if change to KLCC, IP Man is it ok? Then Mr.B said ok. Ms.A ask Mr.C go KLCC to buy ticket. As online was fully booked for IP Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we depart from home after settled up all the things. That time we are rushing over to KLCC coz it already 8.30pm. And the movie start at 9.50pm. We rush to LRT station, then wait the stupid LRT to start jalan already waited for 15minutes. The time already 9.05pm. We reach Ampang station already 9.20pm. Along the way Mr.C sms me asking where are we. I told him that we will late. Then Mr.B called up when we are chasing for bus but failed so we get a taxi. He ask us where are we then I said we taking a taxi. I ask is he already reach. He said will late then us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then half way I ask Ms.A did she mention to Mr.B that the starting time for that movie she said yes. But for safe purpose I ask her to double confirm with Mr.B again. She take my phone to call Mr.B. Mr.B said got meh? Oh no...... then he said ok lah he'll try to rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach there already 9.50pm. We call Mr.C to get us the ticket. Then Mr.B called ask where am I? I said I just reached cinema. Its different of around 5-10minutes. In the end, we in the cinema room at 10pm. We late for 15minutes. Huh~so tired cause of rushing. First time we experience that. But shoot, my handphone keep on calling by Ms.A using it. Don't know how much spend as I haven't pay my bills for current month and already RM100++ haven't included all the calls she make. Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we plan to go for makan. Then we go get our car. But, Mr.C can't get his car. We help him to find. We round few level of the carpark in KLCC also can't get. In the end, he said he went back to the shopping mall where the way he go to the cinema and come down again. In the end, he found it. We almost spend half an hour time to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we went steven corner, pandan indah. We eat &amp;amp; chit chat until 1am++ we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night of christmas eve ended like this~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was a bit unhappy. Cause my god brother Kevin will be leaving KL soon. Time flies really fast. Although his leaving only for one year, but still. Maybe I'm too rely on him. Anything I'm not happy, boring, don't understand something, I also look for him. I think we didn't out for "yum cha" this year. Can't really remember already. Suddenly felt like miss him so much (dear all, don't think so much. Is just between brother and sister that type of miss ok?). Oh no! I can't imagine who can I look for the days that he not in KL. Brother, see...... how important are you...... hehe...... anyway, I hope you will be ok when you are there. And please take good care of yourself. Keep in touch ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-2685919726202926662?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/2685919726202926662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=2685919726202926662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2685919726202926662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/2685919726202926662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-cum-unhappy-day.html' title='Christmas Eve cum unhappy day'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-1989871964116379799</id><published>2008-12-22T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:42:11.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this?</title><content type='html'>Recently, my club is organizing a Christmas Fellowship. The OC (Mr.A). But, there's a Mr.B we really not happy with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we don't happy with him is he likes to do all the things that related to his own things in our club. But, most of the projects he bring to our club not done. Coz of many types of reasons. Do he really know what is our club is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other things is related to the Christmas Fellowship. Suppose the OC do all the planning and contact people. But, this Mr.B plan all the things on behalf of the OC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coming another project CNY fund-raising. The OC Ms. A do all the planning. This Mr.B said this la said that la. If he gives so many comment, how come he don't do it? The date suppose suit the OC availability not himself. Why we must co-operate with him? He think his very important? Even when I said I'm not available that day, they want to change date because of me I also ask them to continue back with the date. No point change the date because of me. I'm not that important at all also. What do he think himself is? Celaka~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-1989871964116379799?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/1989871964116379799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=1989871964116379799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/1989871964116379799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/1989871964116379799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-this.html' title='What is this?'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-8591331411822737079</id><published>2008-12-07T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:36:12.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Over In the end......</title><content type='html'>My working place - Yamaha Midah (Claris Music) had end their concert today in the end. So tired yesterday &amp;amp; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children nowadays are really energetic. Not like us. They energetic on what? Running up and down, non-stop talking and ask you a lot of question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the planning part on the staff duty side. One word I can said "Messy". How can a organizing chairperson can be so messy in planning on the duty part? She makes all the saff don't know what to do at the first place, allocate the wrong staff and the wrong place. And didn't explain well. What kind of planning is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a two separate concert. 1st concert will be for Setapak, Ampang &amp;amp; Selayang. For 2nd concert will be for Midah (my working place) &amp;amp; Sg Long. I don't understand why we need to help in the 1st concert as not our concert and we don't recognize their students. Why can't we just work for our own concert? Coz we recognize our students. That's why I said the planning on the duty part is very very very messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, is all over now. We can sleep &amp;amp; rest well. Hahaha......(so evil)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-8591331411822737079?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/8591331411822737079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=8591331411822737079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8591331411822737079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/8591331411822737079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2008/12/concert-over-in-end.html' title='Concert Over In the end......'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-3012773731826678255</id><published>2008-11-20T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:34:24.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Examination Result - Sad</title><content type='html'>Today, my final examination results release. When I saw my results...... I was like...... what the??? I failed my exam. I was so sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of your know that my University calculate marks is a bit weird. If we can't get half of the marks from full marks, we will deduct 40% from the total we got from the whole semester. That's why is very stress for all of us when come to exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I had put in so much effort &amp;amp; time into it. Why I can't get a pass? I really don't understand it. I almost every night can't sleep well, woke up midnight or only sleep in midnight. Some more one week before the final, I fall sick pula. I even cut down a lot of activites I always involve. Haih......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I got to spend money to pay for the re-sit pula. Haih~ Really sad now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy!!! Gambateh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-3012773731826678255?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/3012773731826678255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=3012773731826678255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3012773731826678255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/3012773731826678255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2008/11/final-examination-result-sad.html' title='Final Examination Result - Sad'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-5427033403388839418</id><published>2008-11-19T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:32:33.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People's Attitude</title><content type='html'>I don't really understand what kind of attitude of this people having nowadays. How come they can just always make decision in last minutes but not in advance? Are they very busy to spend few minutes to make a decision or they are too free until worry people will call them out for other things last minutes once confirm something in advance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is, for example : Me &amp;amp; some friends organized a gathering one month before the event. Send out all e-mail, sms, posted bulletin in friendster, posted notice in facebook. But, out of 10 people, less than 5 of them will reply in advance. Others got to wait until last minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What attitude is this? Don't they think that we don't need to plan things out? They don't know that we got to book the place in advance? Guys, please understand us (the committee) a bit can? We do a lot of research only know that many of you guys are hoping to have this type of gathering. Why can't you guys just co-operate with us a bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people more worst, confirm said that coming, then last minutes didn't appear. What la??? I understand this is not you guys want it to be happen. But, can you guys please to find out some solution a not? Don't just didn't appear than settled. I hate this type of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2 : The company I work in also same. Always ask her staff to do things during last minutes. Some staff even got to put their own job a side although both things also URGENT. Some staff even not going out for lunch, ask colleague to "bungkus" lunch for them. Some staff evem stay back after work and work for her until midnight only can go home. But, this person pula, don't need to rush for the job, can go lunch, some more eat for few hours only back. Can go home after work. What la??? When things happen, not her fault pula, push to the other people...... What kind of people is this? Melampaunya......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like last minutes things at all, I hate it...... Last minutes job makes things more worst. I like to settle things in advance. More safe. Some more can make sure those things is it in correct order or did I left something or did I missed out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, in this world I know that don't have a perfect person. But, I really hope that this people really can change their attitude a bit lo......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-5427033403388839418?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/5427033403388839418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=5427033403388839418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5427033403388839418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/5427033403388839418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2008/11/peoples-attitude.html' title='People&apos;s Attitude'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271862216089497275.post-6081410948852208243</id><published>2008-11-14T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:28:07.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring~</title><content type='html'>From end of October until now, I went through 3rd week of my Uni semester holiday. One word that only can be used......"BORING"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this 3 weeks, I don't have anywhere to go. Sit at home, watch TV, online, read books, sleep &amp;amp; eat. Every day woke up, my life is like that. Want to go for shopping, but only alone. As you guys know, shopping alone we can shopped very fast and go home early once evrything settled. If got friends sure shopped very long geh......hehe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I planned to work as part time in my previous company (ESB). But, they didn't called me, so I don't have to go loh...haih~. Think of going to work at the part time company that I always work with (CMSB), but when I think that they want me to work at night shift, I don't really wants it. Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!!!! What can I do? I still got 1 month plus holiday before my next semester start (January 2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have done is only like go watch movie with friends, organized gathering, travel with family, 5S my room, meet up friends that just came back to Malaysia, go "yum cha" with friends. What a boring activities is this? Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, in this blog, don't know how many "haih" I mentioned. Haih~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early next year, another friend of mine leaving to overseas. Actually he is not my friend. His my god brother - Kevin. Brother, Jason sure will missed you a lot!!! Hehe...... Hope that next year nothing happened to me. As you know when everytime I need advise or need some counselling I also look for you geh...... now you going to China wo...... expensive leh...... sad sad......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, another friend of mine from China just informed me that she already get married. I know her during my college. Hey, those who know her out there, the girl I mentioned is Zhangmin. You guys still remember her? Our college classmates ar...... She will be coming to Malaysia for honeymoon in January......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I write until here today as there's not much things about it already. And last is, Tammy, Happy Birthday! (Yup, I wish myself!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271862216089497275-6081410948852208243?l=tammykyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/feeds/6081410948852208243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271862216089497275&amp;postID=6081410948852208243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6081410948852208243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271862216089497275/posts/default/6081410948852208243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammykyl.blogspot.com/2008/11/boring.html' title='Boring~'/><author><name>Tammy Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02209061545661158042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In2UgbKU8iw/SRzjy3h2AYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wbO8EmdBtF4/S220/DSC06080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
