<?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-4357985904687734189</id><updated>2011-12-11T03:04:14.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NUTS BLOG - HAZELYI</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-1079646720173214282</id><published>2011-12-04T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:54:05.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey blogger! Welcome me back to this blogging world... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MIA for almost an entire year, and here I am, back here, updating this tiny space of mine in the World Wide Web, jotting down all the sweetness and bitterness that I had been through, indirectly serving as a reminder to myself as well as to those who are following my blog... (hehe... wondering if there's even any)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This lil post of mine will touch on bits and pieces of memories collected when I was back in Anderson Junior College, Singapore earlier this year as well as from my current college in Shah Alam, INTEC (International Education College).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sit back, relax and watch the links that relate these two totally unrelated entities together, be it directly or indirectly (well of course besides the fact that I studied in both colleges this year). I would also like to take this opportunity to express my endless gratitude to both scholarship bodies, the Singapore Government for the ASEAN Pre-U scholarship as well as to the Malaysian Government for the equally prestigious Public Service Department scholarship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At this time, last year, I was in a position whereby I was full of doubt and was terribly unsure of my decision in accepting the ASEAN scholarship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Am I doing the right thing?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"What if I flop my exams? My scholarship will be terminated..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"How about hostel life? Can I manage staying alone abroad after sticking to my family for the past seventeen years?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All these questions haunted me almost every single day despite the increasing excitement that grew within me. When I stepped into the hostel room for the first time, the thought of having to sleep on the upper deck of the double-decker bed and the fact that I'm not going to have roommates for the first night in Parry really hit me hard and my tears began to roll down my cheeks... Imagine that on the first day you're leaving home!! What a bad experience!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anderson Junior College is a wonderful JC... "Though we're not the best JC, but neither are we the worst in Singapore". I still remember Ms Leong, the Principal, telling us, JC1s, this during our orientation. The orientation was wonderful, with its theme "Arcadias", and the ever-enthusiastic Councillors really brought me joy and I began to love my college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things got really tough for me when I found it difficult to get close friends, seeing all my classmates in PDG22/11, which comprise of China scholars and Singaporeans, getting into their own cliques from their previous secondary schools. Despite being able to mingle well with everyone in class, but the loneliness would be painfully felt when they started setting off in groups to the "Ohana" and canteen for lunch breaks and intervals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, not long after that, I got closer to three sweet Singaporean girls, Wan Qin, Hui Ping and Hui Ling and eventually felt very much comforted and accepted into the community. Being appointed as the GP (General Paper) Representative gave me even more confidence and my relationship with my fellow classmates got very much better. Having gone through AJ PE training stint, NAPFA, AJ Family Day and AJ Track &amp;amp; Field together, we got very much closer, just like a happy family. We had many experienced and knowledgeable lecturers and I'm truly elated and grateful, having learned so much from them (Mr Bell, Ms Chua, Mr Lim, Ms Eng, Cikgu Raudah) within such a short period of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd been given loads of opportunities in AJ. I was selected to represent the college in SMO, given the chance to be part of the enriching Alpha Programme and also got the chance of landing my hands on Wushu "nangun", my latest passion in sports. I made many new friends (especially seniors) from my CCA, Wushu, thanks to Kim who encouraged me to join this martial art that is in a completely different dimension from Taekwondo. Miss  my wushu buddies and coach (Ser Lin, Tu Linh, Kim, Ying Feng +++)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My stay in Parry had also allowed me to make new buddies, not only from Malaysia, but also from other parts of Asia such as from India, China (I had a pretty China roommie), Vietnam, Indonesia, Philippines etc. We even had our very own "breakfast clique" and we would sit down together in a group of approximately ten people every morning enjoying our breakfast in the canteen. Miss em' so much! And my bus partner, Chien Wen, miss you loads! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was faced with the fact that I had to leave this place that I first disliked, but had eventually became a place I adored most, I was truly vexed and the feeling of unwillingness to leave my pals became rather intense. I managed to score strings of A+ in my SPM and thus was awarded the PSD scholarship from the Malaysian Government. These events were supposed to be happy ones but they had instead turned out to be torturing as I had to make a choice between my future and my close-knit buddies in Singapore.  I wavered between choices and I even thought of giving up the PSD scholarship for the sake of Wushu and my buddies in AJC!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But of course, I had chosen the former instead of the latter for the sake of my future. I had chosen this path because the Malaysian Government had offered me a scholarship that is very much sought after by many, a scholarship that allows me to further my studies overseas in Medicine via a Twinning Programme in IMU. I'm clearly aware that it would be very tough for me to get into NUS Medical Faculty if I were to stay put in Singapore. The places available are very limited and I'll have to be the creme de la creme among the scholars in order to secure a place in NUS Medical Faculty, under the ASEAN scholarship. That's tough and very competitive. It's not safe. No guarantee. If I really want to realise my ambition of becoming a forensic pathologist, I'll have to accept the PSD offer and leave AJC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On my last day in AJ, my classmates actually planned a surprise farewell party for me... All the wonderful wishes they wrote for me really touched my heart. I promise I'll remember them always. My three Singaporean friends and I also went out for a farewell lunch before&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt; bidding each other goodbye for the last time. &lt;/span&gt;My three dearest roommates had also planned a similar mini farewell party in our room 03-05 the night before. The gifts that my roommates and my "breakfast clique" gave me, along with their sweet messages on them as well as the cards written by the entire AJ Wushu Team left me with the most precious memories of AJC. The warmth that I felt on my final days in AJC left me feeling truly heavy-hearted to leave AJ forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm currently studying in INTEC Shah Alam. The vast differences between AJ and INTEC truly left me in awe. First of all is the dress code. From wearing tiny, super-short shorts in AJC to super long baju kurungs, covering almost every single part of my body in INTEC almost drove me crazy in the first few weeks. The scorching hot weather here never fail to leave us all perspiring profusely after walking for less than ten minutes under the sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, the plus point to my new hostel (Kolej Akasia) is that I'll have more personal space, with only two in a room, instead of four back in Parry. We have our own mini kitchen, mini bathroom and a mini laundry area. More space for us to move around, I should say. I'm also very  lucky to have found three very friendly housemates and it took us almost no effort at all to clique and very quickly, we started teasing each other as though we had known each other for years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe it's because of my experience of staying in Parry earlier this year, I don't feel homesick like my other housemates (not that I feel homesick back in Singapore). I guess I'm more accepting in terms of the living conditions and the fact that I have to do everything on my own now (including laundry!! Before this, we had a laundry shop in Parry, whereby we just leave our stinky clothes in laundry bags and collect them back periodically every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday). The training I had in Singapore made me more independent and more mature in handling matters when it comes to staying with new housemates. I also got used to moving around alone on foot, without supervision of parents, and became more aware of my surroundings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In INTEC, we had our very own Minggu Destini Siswa (MDS) equivalent to our orientation week in AJC. It was very fun, in a different way from AJ's Orientation. We had to set off from hostel as early as 6.45 am and will only be back by 11++ pm... It was seriously tiring, yet fun... Our Fa-Cs are really nice and sociable. They willingly shared their experiences with us and gave us priceless advices on how to juggle our school work and activities well. We had loads of fun learning all kinds of "tepukan" (tepuk Ahmad Albab, tepuk kura-kura, tepuk sotong dll...). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes, as you would have probably guessed, the main language here in INTEC is Bahasa Malaysia (although all classes are conducted in English). I consider myself rather lucky as I'm still able to converse quite fluently in BM, having lived in an almost all-English and Chinese environment for four whole months in Singapore. Maybe I should attribute this to my choice of subject back in AJ. I chose H2 Malay Literature and Language (MLL) instead of the more celebrated Economics as I believed that I'll have an upper hand in that subject, having mastered this language since young, as it is my country's national language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things were easier for me in INTEC. Perhaps I've learned how to make friends effectively through my experience in AJC. I got into 12M1 and very quickly got into friendly chatters with my fellow neighbours in class. Our class is by far the most close-knitted class in our batch. Many classes envied the closeness that existed among all of us, even our class photos are said to be the best among all! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here, I've met people from different parts of Malaysia. The differences in accent spoken by all of us always make us giggle endlessly, especially when misinterpretations of words arise or when we try to mimic each other's accent during our conversations. All thanks to my roommate, Ting Ling, I've picked up some "&lt;i&gt;utara&lt;/i&gt;" accent with "&lt;i&gt;kot&lt;/i&gt;" and "&lt;i&gt;gor&lt;/i&gt;", but at the same time also not losing touch of my origins (the "&lt;i&gt;selatan&lt;/i&gt;" accent), with the help of my other two housemates, Chiu Ling and Winnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In terms of studies, my life is easier here since I've covered some of the topics in AS Mathematics and AS Chemistry, having completed an entire semester back in AJC. Hence, I'm able to focus more on Biology, which is more memory-demanding, a subject that I had chosen to drop earlier this year in AJ because I was keener in Physics as compared to Biology. But here in INTEC, I'm forced to drop my pet subject in favour of Bio which apparently is a pre-requisite for me to enter a medical university. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The competition here is definitely much stiffer than it was back in my secondary school days as INTEC is the place where all top students from all over Malaysia gather together under several scholarship programmes. Despite the hectic schedule from 8 am to 4 pm every day due to the trial "fast-track" programme offered to ALM-IMU students, I had a lot of fun learning in class and hence hardly ever felt tired after long hours of studying. Our class is also very fortunate in comparison with other classes to have senior and experienced teachers teaching us all subjects, giving us ample information and knowledge to ace in all our tests and examinations. And once again, 12M1 has become the dream class of many in INTEC, not because of our academic performance, but it is because of the top-notch teachers we get and also the strong bond within our class of 24 students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a lot of fun throughout the whole Semester 1 in INTEC. It has become a commonplace for us to go out in large groups, heading to places like Subang Parade and Sunway Pyramid whenever we have the time, especially after one whole week of gruelling topic tests. Joining activities and trainings organised by "&lt;i&gt;Dhamma On Campus&lt;/i&gt;" and Intec Taekwondo Club (ITC) as well as the INTEC Charity Run and Ko-PLN choir performance added much spice to my life as an INTEC-ian.  Now, I truly hope that our annual ITC Taekwondo Championship and my proposal to set up the very first INTEC Wushu Club (can't seem to let go of wushu after learning my "&lt;i&gt;nangun taolu&lt;/i&gt;" in AJC) will be approved by HEP next year so that all our effort will not go to waste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whether it's AJC or INTEC, I've gained a lot of knowledge and invaluable experiences from these two colleges. I've also learned to grab as many opportunities as I can in INTEC after missing out on several NUS and NTU Science Research Programmes and also the AJC Nano Science Research Programme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll miss AJC but I'll also learn to treasure my life journey as a student in INTEC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ex-AJCian, Current INTEC-ian,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hazel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-1079646720173214282?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1079646720173214282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=1079646720173214282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/1079646720173214282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/1079646720173214282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2011/12/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing...'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-768652118244626015</id><published>2010-12-18T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T07:57:34.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Nothing is perfect in life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I definitely do not agree with the above statement. I am a perfectionist who make sure that I excel and attain perfection and success in everything I do in life. Be it tougher or easier. Time-consuming or not. Energy-depleting or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection. Something I've been pursuing since I was young. Since the very first day I was born to this world. I still remember there was once when my dad told me that I was such a perfectionist that I would even end up crying when I lost in a game. Haha. Ya, that's me. The girl-next-door who's totally obsessed with perfection and has a horrible intolerance towards imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, I made sure that I do well in my studies. Trying my very best to reach the peak, clinching victory in each and every competition I participate in. Striving hard to be the top student in school. Never allowing defeat to even appear in my life dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that kinda explains why I was so disheartened when I wasn't selected(refer to my older posts). The excruciating pain still lingers on somewhere in a corner of my heart. A pain that will suddenly trigger a tear or two to flow down my cheeks. But it also reminded me that a PERFECTIONIST will only move on and work harder to clinch greater heights, to perfect the little imperfections in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection. I've been doing quite a lot of thinking these days. Perhaps I am just too free after the gruelling three weeks of SPM. I realised that even the slightest mistake that I've made previously, throughout my life journey as a seventeen-year-old, will trigger an overwhelming disappointment in me, towards myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the 2009 Sudoku Tournament. It suddenly struck my mind and I was utterly heartbroken when I couldn't even advance to the second round of the competition (I was runner-ups in two consecutive 2008 Sudoku Championships). The pain, it scarred my heart a little. Yes, it healed by itself as time goes by. But, the bitter memory still lingers on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm not a prodigy, not like Baek Seong Jo (in Playful Kiss) who could get full marks in his exams without even studying. No, sadly (or perhaps fortunately), I'm not like him. I clearly understand and experience the true meaning of "hard work pays", "no pain, no gain". Through all these years, I've been working very hard, in order to just feel the triumphant mood when I get to the top of the list. Triumph. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HARD WORK = TRIUMPH&lt;br /&gt;HARD WORK = SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;HARD WORK = VICTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I feel that "nothing comes easy". There's a Malay saying that goes "Yang bulat tidak datang bergolek, yang pipih tidak datang melayang". Without the bitterness of hard work, we will never taste the sweetness of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so obsessed with perfection to a certain level that even the people I idolise are perfectionists themselves. I have a weird habit, whereby I will search for more details about someone whom I thought is good in his/her career, before I select him/her as my idol. But I'm definitely not influenced by them, thus causing me to be a perfectionist, but it's my natural character, I guess... And all of them, who are perfectionists, never fail to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People whom I Idolise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. JJ Lin - a perfectionist who works and strives very hard in order to garner success and excellence in his career as a singer-songwriter.&lt;br /&gt;2. Rui En - a self-proclaimed perfectionist who would go all out to bring out the soul of every character she plays in a drama and also in every song she sings, as a singer and an actress.&lt;br /&gt;3. Baek Seong Jo (a character in Playful Kiss) - a perfectionist who cannot tolerate dumbness and always excels academically and also in sports (minus the cold and cocky part of him - I'm not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. Perfection has become a part of my life. Without perfection, I'm not who I am. Naturally, perfection goes hand-in-hand with pressure. The amount of pressure a perfectionist has to undertake (if you are not a natural prodigy) is well ten times? or perhaps even a hundred times greater than those who would be contented with the simple things in life. Perfection is what I look for, what I seek for. I won't mind even if I break down and cry due to the immense stress and pressure (all thanks to perfection) or even I would have to be insanely indulged in a twenty-four-seven study/practice marathon, as long as I garner success by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection. Yes. I definitely will not allow myself to lose out even a little. My desire to win, win, win and WIN is forever burning in my heart. I give all my best, drain all my energy and strength just to claim the victory. So that explains why I'm being so crazy, starting my A-levels Physics right after my SPM... That explains why I've been looking for more and more information about the Singapore GCE A-levels syllabus (yes, I'm going to Singapore next year)... Besides the fear of the new lifestyle overseas, my fear of losing the perfection in life is urging me to "start ahead, stay ahead" and always be one step ahead of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection. Be it in studies or in physical activities. Without perfection, there's no life at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the self-proclaimed perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-768652118244626015?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/768652118244626015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=768652118244626015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/768652118244626015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/768652118244626015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfection.html' title='Perfection...'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-6504903272572138574</id><published>2010-09-10T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T10:35:35.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White - Justice</title><content type='html'>Black and white. Very significantly and distinctly different yet compromising colours. Classy and cool. Shows character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Represents JUSTICE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. My interest and affection towards black and white had somehow developed after the traumatising "wake-up-call" that I had been through beginning last year (refer to my older posts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should call it a blessing-in-disguise. It gave me an opportunity to lead an editorial team. It made me realise and be more aware of the darker side of life. It changed me entirely and I guess that this transformation that had taken place truly made me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person who had caused me this heartache, all I could say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate it, you hurt me so deeply. &lt;strong&gt;But &lt;/strong&gt;I sincerely thank you for it as I've benefited &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; from it and I bet this had caused you much disadvantage!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, my affection towards black and white represents my courage to face up to reality and differ white from black, good from evil and never to believe in grey areas. This forever-fighting-for-justice character of mine hasn't changed much but it seemed to have became more vivid and persistent as time goes by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently re-watching a Singapore drama series entitled "Metamorphosis" and it had enhanced my belief that "truth will eventually prevail" and "good will always triumph over evil". This police action show made me think and associate the cases in the show with real life and I realised that if we persist till the end we'll be able to nail down the criminal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd given serious thought about the career that suit my character and personality most and at the same time would also promise me a bright future ahead. I'd once thought of becoming a police (yes, don't sound like me - if you know me personally) but after much consideration I thought it would be most wise if I pursue my dreams in Forensic Science, as I'm a science student myself and my love for science has deepened drastically throughout my secondary school days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One self-created Chinese quote suddenly struck my mind while I was thinking hard about my faith in justice. Having realised how low my Chinese proficiency level is, I am truly amazed and fancy thinking that I could actually come out with such a phrase made me feel a little flattered (don't mind me... just a spur of the moment)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5UTe67AZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4AMR3jlhBIw/s1600/11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516439287269884306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5UTe67AZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4AMR3jlhBIw/s400/11.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5UiioytjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_4c5pyJDySk/s1600/22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; HEIGHT: 56px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516439545965622834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5UiioytjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_4c5pyJDySk/s400/22.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5Ui9VoQKI/AAAAAAAAALE/L60qTb0XtKc/s1600/33.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 60px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516439553133002914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5Ui9VoQKI/AAAAAAAAALE/L60qTb0XtKc/s400/33.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5UjqkgivI/AAAAAAAAALM/9yLOEFaW7ac/s1600/44.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516439565275007730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5UjqkgivI/AAAAAAAAALM/9yLOEFaW7ac/s400/44.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5UkJ5VBMI/AAAAAAAAALU/SmIOugIB-Ms/s1600/55.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 54px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516439573683832002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5UkJ5VBMI/AAAAAAAAALU/SmIOugIB-Ms/s400/55.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5Ukbe3atI/AAAAAAAAALc/3cPP7fkbdC8/s1600/66.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516439578404678354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5Ukbe3atI/AAAAAAAAALc/3cPP7fkbdC8/s400/66.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5V66rP0yI/AAAAAAAAALs/QU0zw9ZMhRc/s1600/77.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516441064246858530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5V66rP0yI/AAAAAAAAALs/QU0zw9ZMhRc/s400/77.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black and white, can represent not only the complex truth and justice, but also symbolises the simplicity of life with touches of in-depth meaning of life - complexity behind the simplicity and also simplicity behind each complexity. Deep. Yes, I'd once thought of going into philosophy but I think it's better to stay rooted to the ground and move on with a more realistic path in today's Asian society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd in fact done some simple interior designing of my future house, comprising of only the monotones. I find it really interesting and life would be more meaningful if I have such a simple-yet-complex retreat after a long day of hardwork at my workplace (most probably, the morgue i guess...) hahax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm aware that most people think that black and white symbolises cold and lack of warmth but to me, no matter how cosy a house may look but it'll never be a house full of warmth if the residents of the house don't portray such warmth. So, I shall not be pulled back by such "traditional" thoughts and will most likely get on with my designs when the time arrives. In my humble opinion, warmth comes from a loving heart, and not from the outward facade of a person/a house. Thus, a black-and-white combination can also bring out warmth if the person wearing/ owning it has a loving heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always envied career women who succeed in their career based solely on their own capabilities and persistence. I wish I can be just like them when I grow up and make a name for myself in the forensic field. I feel blessed to own qualities such as persistence, justice-oriented, law-abiding, never-say-die attitude and also patriotisme towards not only my country but also to whatever club/society I'm involved in. I believe I'm also a responsible person and a perfectionist who only pursue perfections in every little thing I do, before I consider it an accomplishment. Thus, I shall apply all these qualities in my daily life and also in my future occupation as a forensic scientist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pathologist? Medical Examiner? Crime Laboratory Analyst? Crime Scene Investigator? Crime Toxicologist? Entomologist? Criminal Psychologist? I haven't decided on which field of Forensics I'm going to venture into, but well, most likely I'll pick ME/Pathologist/CLA because I wish to be directly involved in case-cracking with the police, using my scientific knowledge, going all out fighting for justice for the dead. I'll never permit myself to leave out any evidence that will bring justice to light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Leave no stone unturned." -Metamorphosis-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nobody ever commits a crime without doing something stupid." -Oscar Wilde-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Black and white - Evil vs Good - Justice will prevail" -Hazel-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl who has a typical intolerance towards injustice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hazel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-6504903272572138574?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6504903272572138574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=6504903272572138574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/6504903272572138574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/6504903272572138574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2010/09/black-and-white-justice.html' title='Black and White - Justice'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/TI5UTe67AZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4AMR3jlhBIw/s72-c/11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-5700622403674902841</id><published>2009-12-24T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:15:26.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patricia Cornwell</title><content type='html'>It was only recently when I came to know of a prominent and respectable crime writer - Patricia Cornwell. Pardon me for my ignorance, but for the past few years I haven't been an avid fictional book reader. Fictional books featuring dreamy-and-fairy-tale-like stories somehow failed to capture my admiration, what more sitting down and spending time reading the forever-twisting romance genre. Therefore, I had since lost touch with the "book world" as most of the books within my reach are romantically fictional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I preferred non-fictional stories with little touches of reality, featuring brutality of life, teaching and constantly reminding us about the importance of appreciating and living our life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418810440865223298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SzN7YsjzEoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JXLA_dWEAjw/s400/Patricia_Cornwell_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Tuesday morning, I was flipping through the newspaper when I saw an article featuring a contemporary American crime writer, Patricia Cornwell. First of all, her photo in "Star Two" caught my attention instantly. She had that cool image that I had always admired and she's actually quite pretty, despite being three years off the golden 50.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She is well-known for her popular series of novels featuring the heroine, Dr. Kay Scarpetta, a forensic pathologist and is currently the best-selling female writer after J.K. Rowling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Patricia Cornwell had gone through much difficulties in life, suffering emotional abuse from her father whom she said had walked out on her family on Christmas Day when she was only five. To me, she had a very strong character and is a very tough lady having gone through all these ordeals in life and yet emerged as a brilliant writer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However, she is a homosexual, marrying a female professor not too long ago and she said that she "finally felt rooted somewhere". To me, homosexual is against most religions in this world but it is definitely not to us to have a preconceived thought and criticise homosexuals. I think I'll respect her decision as it is her life and it is up to her to choose what she really wants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Her "unusual" sexual direction does not affect my admiration towards her works, especially the latest one entitled "The Scarpetta Factor". I'd read four pages of her story, featured in abcnews.go.com. It was the very first time I really read through all four pages of a fictional story book and got really furious as it was left hanging by the end of the fourth page... I wished I had the book. I really want to finish that story. Maybe I'll try peeking at the bookstores near my house. I want to get her books. They're really nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Perhaps I had always adored crime and forensic-related things, that's why she really drew me into the her stories, making me want to explore and solve the crimes in it! I can't wait to continue reading her stories... When is the next time I'll be going to the bookstore???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is the first fictional book that kept me reading on, anticipating for the crimes to be solved and analysing the situation in the story to figure out who the actual murderer was. Maybe the Scarpetta series have, what I'd mentioned earlier, little touches of brutality in life, which truly reflects the reality in the outside world. Understanding the criminals' minds sometimes do help us escape from unforeseen calamities...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Maybe I'll be forensic pathologist just like Dr Kay Scarpetta. My love and passion for forensics had since came back. There was once when I gave up the thought about forensics for lecturing in physics and additional math. But now, I think I'll choose forensics. It's more suitable for my forever-fighting-for-justice character. I have that typical intolerance for injustice and to me, abiding the law is always a must in my life! In addition, I always had that kind of cravings for more challenges and mind-boggling mazes to solve. I definitely believe that I have the confidence and capability to uptake the task of becoming a forensic scientist/pathologist in the near future. I'll work doubly hard to achieve my ambition! Way to go! Hahax!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-5700622403674902841?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5700622403674902841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=5700622403674902841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/5700622403674902841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/5700622403674902841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/patricia-cornwell.html' title='Patricia Cornwell'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SzN7YsjzEoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JXLA_dWEAjw/s72-c/Patricia_Cornwell_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-6268108551675840408</id><published>2009-12-04T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:36:10.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BWF Super Series Finals in JB!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BWF SUPER SERIES FINALS 2009!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hi bl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;og reader(s)!!! Just back from the LIVE badminton matches in Stadium Bandaraya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my very first time watching LIVE matches at the stadium, meeting all the international star players from Malaysia, Thailand, England, Denmark, Germany, China, Canada, Korea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get a close-up look at Boonsak Ponsana!!! He's real cute! He was right beside me at the main entrance... but I didn't get to ask for his signature...Haix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the absence of top players from China such as Lin Dan and Chen Jin, all the matches were very very exciting and nail-biting and they really kept us at the edge of our seats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the clapping and cheering really lifted the mood and atmosphere in the cold, fully air-conditioned stadium!!! Strong patriotism was vividly portrayed when the crowd started cheering "Malaysia Boleh" to motivate our own national players... Loud cheers and claps echoed in the stadium when Mew Choo scored a smashing point and when Chong Wei topple Bao Chunlai in two straight matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sxk3qcPT6QI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oeIzhqXUoKE/s1600-h/tickets+-+RM46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411417629536807170" style="WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sxk3qcPT6QI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oeIzhqXUoKE/s400/tickets+-+RM46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets - RM46 pax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sxk3r9AJ2fI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W2LrujD5NNw/s1600-h/Wong+Mew+Choo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411417655511472626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sxk3r9AJ2fI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W2LrujD5NNw/s400/Wong+Mew+Choo+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong Mew Choo(in white) stretching to save the drop shot from Reid(Canada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sxk3rero8UI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cFGXdrAqJiY/s1600-h/Wong+Mew+Choo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411417647372366146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sxk3rero8UI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cFGXdrAqJiY/s400/Wong+Mew+Choo+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong Mew Choo in action...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sxk3rBJ69RI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FFCo3ExLgGY/s1600-h/Wong+Mew+Choo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411417639446312210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sxk3rBJ69RI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FFCo3ExLgGY/s400/Wong+Mew+Choo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong Mew Choo (in white) won 21-6, 21-13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She played really very well today!!! Love to see the old Mew Choo again!!! For the past two years, after the China Super Series Open in 2007, she hasn't won any title till now... Really wish that she'll win this prestigious title!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlAhkLKHvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GnEW-BAOJzk/s1600-h/Boonsak+Ponsana+vs+Peter+Gade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411427372652699378" style="WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlAhkLKHvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GnEW-BAOJzk/s400/Boonsak+Ponsana+vs+Peter+Gade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boonsak Ponsana-Thailand(in red) vs Peter Gade-Denmark &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter Gade won..(sorry:( ... I forgot the score)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Peter Gade wore the half-sleeved-half-sleeveless-shirt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlAiepQX6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/mvjzcn9zj2g/s1600-h/Zakry+Latif+-+Faruzizuan+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411427388348194722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlAiepQX6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/mvjzcn9zj2g/s400/Zakry+Latif+-+Faruzizuan+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zakry Latif-Mohd Faruzizuan(in red) entering the court...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlAh-uwCQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rZmk27J3kiI/s1600-h/Zakry+Latif+-+Faruzizuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411427379781306626" style="WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlAh-uwCQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rZmk27J3kiI/s400/Zakry+Latif+-+Faruzizuan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zakry Latif-Mohd Faruzizuan(in red) won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlAitOVELI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sTusUUR3e98/s1600-h/Koo+Kien+Keat-Tan+Boon+Heong+vs+China.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411427392261787826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlAitOVELI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sTusUUR3e98/s400/Koo+Kien+Keat-Tan+Boon+Heong+vs+China.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Koo Kien Keat-Tan Boon Heong(Mas-in white) vs Xu Chen-Guo Zhen Dong(China)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(warming up...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlBwj0oZ_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Lvx_IAiqDgo/s1600-h/Image092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411428729767880690" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlBwj0oZ_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Lvx_IAiqDgo/s400/Image092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Koo Kien Keat-Tan Boon Heong lost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They made many mistakes in the first and third games but Boon Heong's smash is really really of great force, super high velocity and unnerving accuracy!!! They lose out mainly on net play and speed in low balls... Haix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlOc2E7PzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zBi4gq8PAsI/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411442684721839922" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlOc2E7PzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zBi4gq8PAsI/s400/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wong Pei Tty-Chin Eei Hui (Mas) vs Jenny Wallwork-Gabrielle White(England)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pei Tty and Eei Hui are at the near-side of the court...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlOcngrRZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XR6tvQtDpV0/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411442680811701650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlOcngrRZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XR6tvQtDpV0/s400/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wong Pei Tty-Chin Eei Hui(far-side of the court) won in straight sets 21-17, 21-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlAjH1F_7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/HW_b3mxjLvM/s1600-h/Lee+Chong+Wei+vs+Bao+Chunlai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411427399403700146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlAjH1F_7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/HW_b3mxjLvM/s400/Lee+Chong+Wei+vs+Bao+Chunlai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datuk Lee Chong Wei(Mas-in light pink) vs Bao Chun Lai(China)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlD7ALWwoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ngG3_yzg-bU/s1600-h/Lee+Chong+Wei+vs+Bao+Chunlai+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411431108201333378" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlD7ALWwoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ngG3_yzg-bU/s400/Lee+Chong+Wei+vs+Bao+Chunlai+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Chong Wei in action...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Malaysia supporters with the "Jalur Gemilang"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlJJMyFgrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jU_I9EJGDlk/s1600-h/Lee+Chong+Wei+vs+Bao+Chunlai+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411436849661313714" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlJJMyFgrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jU_I9EJGDlk/s400/Lee+Chong+Wei+vs+Bao+Chunlai+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee Chong Wei(in light pink) won in straight sets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21-9, 21-11 (I'm not so sure of the score)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlJ6Ktt7vI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QL5IwiffOlk/s1600-h/Peter+Gade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411437690919710450" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlJ6Ktt7vI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QL5IwiffOlk/s400/Peter+Gade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter Gade... He's soooooooooo tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlJ561ULGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hGCKRVoMON4/s1600-h/Indonesia"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411437686656609378" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SxlJ561ULGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hGCKRVoMON4/s400/Indonesia%27s+Supporter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indonesian supporter!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~with self-made shuttlecock-hat~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He's supporting Indonesia's mixed doubles team...but sadly, they lost to the England team*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Short Video Clip of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wong Mew Choo(Mas) vs Reid(Canada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-acd5786a777a4071" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacd5786a777a4071%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331507120%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67FA2A93CDA6B3B25507378EFE9F8C136DB77EC.600ECF47EFB1BD2DC5D4421AA371F3C409CA96C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacd5786a777a4071%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSW4mh1mMPfm-Db_xXrcHCV3YP7k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacd5786a777a4071%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331507120%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67FA2A93CDA6B3B25507378EFE9F8C136DB77EC.600ECF47EFB1BD2DC5D4421AA371F3C409CA96C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacd5786a777a4071%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSW4mh1mMPfm-Db_xXrcHCV3YP7k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you enjoyed today's post....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reported by hazelyi... 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Love the kids so much that now I felt a little sad as I didn't have the chance to bid them goodbye on the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind," I told myself reluctantly, "I have to go to school to collect my Biology paper!" What made me felt like bursting into tears is that we didn't even get our result today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my chance to see them for the last time. They'll be in Primary One next year. This whole lot of cute, bubbly kids will be clad in the typical, navy blue school uniform, going for formal education in schools like Convent, SIGS, SK Yahya Awal and St. Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've just mingled with them for three days, their jolliness and hyperactive-ness really made me felt that sometimes "ignorance is bliss". They really carved deep impression and memory in my mind besides giving me ultimate joy whenever I see their pictures or even by just recalling those cute words they'd uttered to me and their friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made farewell cards for all 13 of them, containing messages and well wishes from my mum and I. I hope that they'll remember us and treasure all the memories they had with us in the kindergarten. Wishing them all the best in all their future undertakings, especially in their new primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love from my mum and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SwaprVungdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V7pt5EFN4uw/s1600/lovinghands.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406194964736999890" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SwaprVungdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V7pt5EFN4uw/s400/lovinghands.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"May God bless them all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406192413840118770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SwanW25aE_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/gaJos4ZFhkY/s400/star-class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406192409763855794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SwanWntjPbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BZiWv1lYfmI/s400/Image109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406192422235161794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SwanXWK8RMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vXyrsX-xxkM/s400/star+-+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-3569491799947842194?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3569491799947842194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=3569491799947842194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/3569491799947842194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/3569491799947842194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/kindergarten-made-my-day.html' title='Kindergarten made my day!!!'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Swadc1c9asI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iZX1D_rb5XA/s72-c/star-class3.1.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-7018214967232458814</id><published>2009-08-23T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T06:38:32.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taekwondo : The Soul Within...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373150961634305634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SpFEVNjC5mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/U4zf7FREeyo/s400/8_19_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;Hi! It's me again! Lol... (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you readers know, I've been in this sport for about 10 years. But it's only this few weeks when i truly understand and love the soul within this tough and strenuous martial art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All thanks to my instructor, Mr L, who didn't mind spending his precious time on us (the "seniors") explaining each and every move, the uses and the correct way of exerting maximum force when attacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He taught us the correct posture, the right stance, the starting point and the end-point of all the moves, moves that we'd all learnt when we were in white &amp;amp; yellow belt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially, we felt that we were being belittled by him! (imagine letting the juniors see that even the seniors are re-learning these steps!! Will they still respect us?!) However, after the first lesson with him, I realised that what I'd learnt all this while is only 40-50% of what it really takes! All of us were very embarrased. (How do we teach the juniors when our moves are not even near perfection! Haix...) There was a split second when I felt like taking off my black belt (Yes! I passed my black belt grading!) , going back to white and re-learning all the basics all over again!!! But I managed to get hold of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373151950190827570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SpFFOwNSWDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZV1WrJJH5jg/s400/taekwndo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my other friends are making the same errors.. So it's ok. I guess it's because my other instructors didn't have the time to correct us one by one as they had to teach the whole lot of us (from white to black), all at one go! "Humans do err", especially when you're not paying full attention and concentration on what you're doing. This was what my instructor told us. He's a wise man, I could say. Perhaps he had gone through many things in life, being more experienced, he is more matured and much wiser if compared to others. (Mind you he's not an old "ah-pek"! He's in the late 20's, i guess) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, today he also taught us to be humble and start perfecting our moves from the very beginning. He reminded us that what we'd learnt in white belt will be improvised and used throughout our whole Taekwondo life and journey. He made us understand the reason of us punching, kicking and blocking. He even explained scientificaly on which bone and internal organs of the human body will be hurt if we punch a mid-section punch, high-section punch and low-section punch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also told us that in life, if we're over-confident and always think that what we'd learnt is sufficient, we will not go far! A gentle reminder to all, keep low(humble), learn from others and correct your mistakes from time to time and stay open-minded when others correct you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He truly made us understand the gist and soul of this sport. Honestly, Taekwondo really made me a more disciplined, enthusiastic, sistematic and confident person. I really love this sport!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I would like to encourage all readers of this blog to join me in Taekwondo! Don't think that Taekwondo is only for self-defence! It really educate you physically and mentally! You'll love this sport for sure, once you start learning it. Don't judge a book by i's cover! Come on and learn now! If you never try, you'll never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373151095529871186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 60px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SpFEdAWPF1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/vqR7WVkV59E/s400/36_1_39.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-7018214967232458814?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7018214967232458814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=7018214967232458814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/7018214967232458814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/7018214967232458814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2009/08/taekwondo-soul-within.html' title='Taekwondo : The Soul Within...'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SpFEVNjC5mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/U4zf7FREeyo/s72-c/8_19_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-7559240796209672060</id><published>2009-07-29T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:35:41.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Page Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*ODg4MTYxMDM5MCZwdD*xMjQ4ODgxNzI*OTY4JnA9MzkwMSZkPWZsYXNodG95cyZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*xJm89OTdhNDI3N2E5MzcxNDBjODhjMWJlMmU1ZTk*NjExZGE=.gif" /&gt;&lt;style&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/ScTrighwREI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0wUtqWeRgA0/s400/taekwndo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It has been 10 years when i first started. I was in primary 1 then. I used to bow to all the seniors. And I'd never thought that I would be one of them. My passion for it, well i could say, is unquestionable. I loved it a lot since young. My interest in it deepened when I rejoined the team early last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In primary 1, i joined tae kwon do as a white belt holder. I was pretty innocent then. The main reason why i decided to learn tae kwon do is because my dad told me to do so. He said girls should learn how to defend themselves. A few of my friends were also in tae kwon do. So i assume that that's why I'm in this rather *vigorous* (not-me) sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My love for it developed when my instructor praised me during the lesson. I, for some reason, felt my presence in the team, no longer in the "just another member" status. That gave me some satisfaction and urged me to continue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Primary 2 was my final year in Malacca Convent. I remembered receiving a small, glass trophyfrom my instructor, carved with a "Wen Wu Shuang Quan" phrase which simply means "Good in both academics and sports". I later came to know that the trophy was only given to students who were in Tae Kwon Do and at the same time achieved excellent results in their studies (top 3 in the entire primary 2). It was indeed a boost for me to continue striving in this sport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After i left Malacca Convent, i continued learning tae kwon do in Convent JB before i switched to the present training centre in SJK (C) Kuo Kuang in Form 3. My instructor is a nice but strict, young lady. She's really good in tae kwon do and she's one of my role model in tae kwon do till today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'd been scolded by her before but it was because I'd made many errors during training and i was not paying full attention then. I understood but that didn't discourage me at all. I was even more determined to learn and improve my steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I left tae kwon do in primary 5 due to some personal reasons. My last training centre was in Taman Daya with Instructor V. R. He was a nice guy too. Although he was not as strict as my previous instructor, he'd taught us many invaluable skills and values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In Form 3, there was this sudden urge that pushes me to take up tae kwon do again. Maybe it was due to my cousin brother who has been very active and aggresive in tae kwon do lately. When i first rejoined the team in SJK (C) Kuo Kuang, it was tough. Imagine a person doing extremely vigorous exercise (i joined the sparring team on my very first day) after decades of not exercising at home. I was dying then. It was too hectic for a *newcomer* like me. I gave up on sparring and went on to join the basic team. After a few lessons, i began to feel that my stamina improved tremendously and i'm more flexible (in stretching) than usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On the 29th of March, I went for a tae kwon do grading for Black Belt 1st Dan. Before this i'd missed several gradings because i wasn't ready according to my instructor (the Convent JB instructor). Therefore, i waited till this year when she finally allowed me to go for the grading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, i'm anticipating for the result. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EAGERNESS is immense!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh God! Please allow me to pass this grading. After all my hard work practising everyday, please give me the merit to pass this grading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so envious of my fellow pals who had gotten their Black/Poom Belt... I want to be like them... I really do hope that the examiner would pass me. A pass would be enough... PLEASE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322352860439635922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SdzLuj_J59I/AAAAAAAAAEE/R7hPwPLxYy0/s400/23_31_7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-2312215981262918329?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2312215981262918329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=2312215981262918329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/2312215981262918329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/2312215981262918329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2009/03/eagerness-to-another-peak-of-my-life.html' title='Eagerness to another peak of my life...'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/ScTrighwREI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0wUtqWeRgA0/s72-c/taekwndo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-3053475840395861749</id><published>2009-02-18T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:48:51.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Deepest Heartfelt Gratitude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a lesson learnt. Although there's still sadness and dissatisfaction in a little corner of my heart, but i just had to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that this bitter experience had taught me to be strong, facing the ups and downs of life (life is not a bed of roses). It taught me to be more mature, realising and understanding the darker side of life. I'd learnt to appreciate the good and refrain myself from the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been very long since the last time i had a chance to express my feelings on my blog. Here i am, grasping this golden opportunity to thank everyone who had been supporting me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i would like to thank my parents who had been very supportive of me when i was facing difficulties and feeling down. They tried their very best to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult, i know. I just tried to smile but the vengeance in my heart just wouldn't allow me to smile. This must have made them deeply disappointed. I'm really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sbz7UrFA-KI/AAAAAAAAACs/XAyOUsM2NtM/s1600-h/36_1_39.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313397992970057890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 60px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sbz7UrFA-KI/AAAAAAAAACs/XAyOUsM2NtM/s400/36_1_39.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides i would also like to express my gratitude to my former form teacher and my headmistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headmistress had given me ample support and encouragement that finally untied the knot in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She encouraged me to earn points through other alternatives. She also asked me to join the school's newsletter editorial board. It's indeed an honour to be selected as part of the school's newsletter editorial board. I am very glad and doubly honoured to say that i'm currently the president of the school's newsletter editorial board.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS TEACHER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her words of encouragement were deeply etched in my mind. Her nice, calm and consoling way of handling this matter really touched me. Her concern towards this matter really brought justice to light. Although i'm not selected as a prefect, but i'm sure that the selection of prefect in future would be fair and square. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Tell your friends that we teachers are also human. We appear to be fierce and strict sometimes in order to keep the students disciplined and well-behaved. Apart from that, we're actually kind and friendly soul. Tell them that they can see us and seek our advice whenever they face difficulties. Don't be afraid of us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This was what she said to me. She's a nice friend to talk to, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid of teachers. THEY ARE HUMAN TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i would also like to thank all my friends who had also stood by me when i was terribly down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm a better person. I'm more matured and understanding. I'd finally seen the darker side of life. I shall be more careful and cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS A LOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sbz_6DJ219I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dT8MUGvstvI/s1600-h/36_22_26.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313403033134487506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sbz_6DJ219I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dT8MUGvstvI/s400/36_22_26.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/Sb0DQhKzfeI/AAAAAAAAADE/2-5hPnu8nJI/s1600-h/23_165_9.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313406717683531234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At first everyone was supporting me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone was telling me to go ahead and fight for what i deserve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They're asking me to let the matter rest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm expected to forgive and forget...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm expected to swallow my grievances!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's definitely easy to ask someone to swallow his/her grievances..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUT it's very tough for me to swallow such a cruel and brutal fact...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i definitely deserve it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have anyone even thought of how would i feel when i see someone in that uniform?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have they thought of how would i feel when there's an announcement about IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My eyes became teary everytime i think about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My heart is bleeding everytime the word "PREFECT" is mentioned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And yet i'm supposed to bear with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ENDURE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;HOW???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm very sure everyone who didn't see me in the uniform will ask me about the selection of prefect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REPLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tell them about my grievances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tell them how unfairly treated am i in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tell them how i had to swallow the grievances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tell them how i hated it but i had to accept it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't hate my school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUT i hate the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CULPRIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who tarnished my reputation and my future!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm really heartbroken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It affected my mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It affected me so much that i can't get into my studies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every second IT strike my already confused and muddled mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every second i feel the piercing pain in my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;AND YET I'M EXPECTED TO LET THE MATTER REST???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;JUST ACCEPT THE FACT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S ALWAYS UPS AND DOWNS IN LIFE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's no way i'm letting it rest!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hate them!!! I want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUSTICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUSTICE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUSTICE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-1958698599633199624?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1958698599633199624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=1958698599633199624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/1958698599633199624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/1958698599633199624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2009/02/justice.html' title='Justice!!!'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-3599720983489271012</id><published>2009-02-11T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:09:26.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-curricular activities...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the eyes of all my friends, i'm a typical "study-girl" who detest extra-curricular activities, especially sports. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, maybe i do appear passive all the while in school. I seem to be a person who reject all requests and activities that got to do with sports. But that's in Form 1 and 2... NOT in Form 3 and 4... I'm trying to be as active as i can by taking part in all my club activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Actually i don't really hate sports. I love it. But i'm always not as good as my other friends. Perhaps i always place education in the first place. To me, i need to excel in studies more than in sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Previously, i was afraid that i would flop my studies once i start paying attention on sports. I guess i'm terribly wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now i'm trying to be active again. In fact, I'm becoming more active these days... I'm currently the Form 4 AJK of the Maths and Science Club, the patrol leader of Girl Guide, the leader of "Pasukan Bebas Denggi" and the BM editor in the school editorial board. I tried my very best to attend all the meetings held. I'm trying to earn points for my house (though i'm not an athlete) but i can contribute points to my house by doing well in "sukan tara" and by attending all the house practices. Despite being given the responsibility to hold all these posts, i'm still able to juggle my school work and extra-curricular activities. So, i definitely believe that i have the ability to be good and active in both my studies and extra-curricular activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301554456081231906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SZLnsGAccCI/AAAAAAAAACc/VEmjEcoK6yI/s400/taekwndo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'M IN TAE KWON DO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My favourite sport is Tae Kwon Do. Yes, i know. Many people who read this will be shocked. When i told my friends that i'm in the sport, they were like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What?" "Huh?" "Are you sure?" "Are you kidding?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You don't look like one!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, i know that... So please don't give me the same reaction or reply after reading this...I'm currently holding a red2 belt. I'm going for my black, if my instructor allow, most probably this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if i'm a good Tae Kwon Do member, but i do like it a lot!So now i'm trying my very best to train and improve all my moves, trying all the stunts that all my seniors can do easily(to me, as usual, is not an easy task), trying to memorise all the moves of the 8 Taeguek(s)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love it but it's really a "not-me" kind of sport... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But i'll try... I believe i can do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301555260326468674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SZLoa6Dc3EI/AAAAAAAAACk/7Sxd-CXSfPI/s400/badminton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE BADMINTON &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm currently addicted to badminton. It's a game that I really enjoy. I've been going out with my friends for badminton practically every week. Every session lasted for three long hours. Wow! We challenged each other in doubles matches. We jump, hit, stretch, run, smash! It's definitely a nice, interesting and exhausting game! Hahax! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?????????????????????SPORTS???????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-3599720983489271012?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3599720983489271012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=3599720983489271012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/3599720983489271012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/3599720983489271012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-eyes-of-all-my-friends-im-typical.html' title='Co-curricular activities...'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SZLnsGAccCI/AAAAAAAAACc/VEmjEcoK6yI/s72-c/taekwndo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-929222703523401488</id><published>2009-02-11T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:23:49.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIGHT DIMMED...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At first, it was a smooth sailing journey when it started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to go well from the very first moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a chance in many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed a lot throughout the years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought many would accept me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN FACT MANY ACCEPTED ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY?????!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My heart sank. Slowly tears began to trickle down my cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a huge setback. It was demoralising. It was disheartening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It scarred my heart so deeply that i believed that it would never heal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was terribly confused. What have i done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One by one. The names on the list was read out. That moment was so nostalgic and unnerving. I've been through that once, 3 years ago. My heart was thumping with anticipation and at the same time worry for not being one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It happened before. I didn't want this bitter history to repeat itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But what can i do? Once again i was left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why? I just couldn't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I tried to keep calm. I started thinking. I tried to smile at my other friends who's names were in the list. I just couldn't force the smile. It was so tough. Tears flooded my eyes every time i looked at them. I was terribly confused. I wanted to get out of the class as soon as possible. I didn't want to show my disappointment. I tried to put up a strong front. The more i try, the harder it becomes. I forced myself to concentrate on teacher's teachings and explanations for about an hour before school ends. I couldn't talk because once i start talking i felt like crying. I struggled with my own feelings. I told myself to be strong. STRONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When i got into the car, i couldn't endure the pain anymore. The stinging pain in my broken heart. I broke down. I burst into tears. I just couldn't believe it. My hopes were dashed in split seconds. I revealed my grievances to my mum. She immediately phoned the teachers concerned. She asked for a valid reason why i wasn't chosen when 17 of my classmates were being selected? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Did i do anything wrong? I don't think so. I don't "ponteng" any of my lesson. I make sure i abide by the school rules. I don't even dare to violate the school rules... NOT EVEN A SINGLE BIT! I don't commit crimes or delinquencies... I tried my best to do all the duties that were entrusted to me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All my friends were surprised. They were shocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One of my teacher said that i was too quiet in class. I hardly spoke. I was not active enough. I didn't fit the requirements for the selection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is it true? I'm definitely not living in self-denial. I need to clarify this matter!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Academic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm the top in the form since Primary 2 (I'm currently in Form 4). I always attain straight A's in all my tests and exams. I scored 7 A's in PMR. My percentage for all my exams are well above 92% last year. I can write well in both Bahasa Melayu and English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Second: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Extra-curricular Activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Posts in school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a) Form 1 - Class Assistant Monitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- QM member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;b) Form 2 - Math AJK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- QM member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;c) Form 3 - KH AJK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- QM member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;d) Form 4 - Additional Math AJK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Head of Pasukan Bebas Denggi Sekolah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- BM Editor of the school magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Club/Society: Maths and Science Club - Post: Form 4 AJK; involved in designing and decorating the club's board this year (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sports/House: St. T - Post: Normal member; but with full attendance since Form 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uniform body: Persatuan Pandu Puteri Malaysia - Post: Patrol leader (Hibiscus); passed the tenderfoot test in Form 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Represented class in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a) Spelling Bee in BM in Form 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;b) Pertandingan Pidato antara kelas-kelas tingkatan 3 - 2nd runner-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;c) Scavenger's Hunt in Form 3- Champion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Represented school in: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a) Pertandingan Sahibba peringkat daerah Johor Bahru in Form 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;b) Pertandingan Saintis Muda Sekolah Menengah Rendah peringkat daerah Johor Bahru in Form 3- Johan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;c) Pertandingan Saintis Muda Sekolah Menengah Rendah peringkat negeri Johor in Form 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Out-of-school activities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Form 1 - MSIG Sudoku Showdown (State Level) - 2nd runner-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Form 2 - MSIG Sudoku Showdown (National Level)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- NST Sudoku Challenge (State Level) - 1st runner-up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Form 3 - MSIG Sudoku Showdown (State Level) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- NST Sudoku Challenge (State Level)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Perlawanan Tae Kwon Do Kelab Win Long - Poomsae Individual and Sparring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Third: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Discipline and Attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*This is according to my former form teacher. It's definitely not my own P.O.V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"She is not quiet in class. In fact, she spoke to me very often. She's not afraid nor hesitate to ask me questions when she doesn't understand. She is active in class, for the right reason, when necessary. She is not overly noisy nor talkative. All her homework is up to date. She paid full attention in class. She'll follow all the instructions given by her teachers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, it is very obvious that i fulfilled all the criterias above. Why am i left out? Why am i not being chosen to be a school prefect? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;WHY?????!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now, my chance of either getting into matriculation or clinching a scholarship offered by the government and NGOs is getting slimmer. My path ahead is dimmed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have not enough points to support my academic result. I'm only taking 11 subjects for SPM. Scoring 11 1A's is definitely a common and average result today. Students nowadays are able to score more than 11 1A's. Therefore, i need a strong co-curricular back-up to allow me a higher chance to be offered scholarships. I desperately need it! Not because it is an honourable and glamourous thing to be a prefect but i really need the scholarship to further my studies after Form 5. My ambition is to be a Crime Laboratory Analyst (CLA) in Forensics. I'm working very hard towards my goal. I just need some extra back-ups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;WHY AM I DENIED OF THIS OPPORTUNITY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;---i just couldn't understand---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-929222703523401488?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/929222703523401488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=929222703523401488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/929222703523401488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/929222703523401488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2009/02/light-dimmed.html' title='THE LIGHT DIMMED...'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-6224482750919694601</id><published>2009-01-01T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:21:12.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;30th December 2008...&lt;br /&gt;A date...&lt;br /&gt;MOST ANTICIPATED...&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;MOST TERRIFIED AND DREADED...&lt;br /&gt;by all Form 3 students in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PMR IS OFFICIALLY OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW'S THE RESULTS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DEFINING MOMENT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was a moment of anticipation. We held each other's trembling hands, drenched in cold, cold sweat that make us shiver when we stepped into the hall. Would it be a place of DEATH or would it be a place full of HOPE? We hugged each other. We prayed for all our friends. We held on to our friends. Our hearts raced furiously, making us terrified and petrified. The worst nightmare flashed through our "scare-stricken" minds. Argghh!! The feeling is pure torture to us. Every second ticked away slowly. Scary, depressing questions popped into our head one after another. We held our breath, every step we took brought us closer to our result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOW'S THE RESULT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DID I GET STRAIGHT A'S?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND THE ANSWER IS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I MANAGED TO GET THE RESULT&lt;br /&gt;THAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GOT 7 A'S!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;SAME GOES TO MY FRIENDS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks GOD!!! Thank you so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks MUM &amp;amp; DAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks TEACHERS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here i would like to express my deepest appreciation and gratitude to all my teachers in Form 1, 2 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;They did their very best to help and guide us since the first day we enter our beloved school.&lt;br /&gt;There's no "BORED" or "FED UP" in their teaching manual.&lt;br /&gt;They tried to feed us with as much information as they can to help us obtain good results in PMR!&lt;br /&gt;They help us in all ways although this does not benefit them at all.&lt;br /&gt;It just give them extra WORKLOAD, extra PRESSURE, extra HEADACHE, extra STRESS, extra this, extra that...&lt;br /&gt;They did all this just for the sake of US!!!&lt;br /&gt;They just want to see us achieving excellence in PMR and also in our LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Their sacrifices have brought us SUCCESS!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Teachers!!! Thank You So Much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPECIAL THANKS TO THE FOLLOWING TEACHERS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I shan't mention their full name but i think all my schoolmates will be able to know who they&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;are...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bm- En. L.S.C&lt;br /&gt;Eng- Pn. E.C&lt;br /&gt;Math- Cik M.L&lt;br /&gt;Sc- Pn. N&lt;br /&gt;Sej- Pn. N. R &amp;amp; Pn. S&lt;br /&gt;Geo- En. A&lt;br /&gt;Kemahiran Hidup- Pn. K &amp;amp; Pn. K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks Teachers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-6224482750919694601?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6224482750919694601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=6224482750919694601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/6224482750919694601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/6224482750919694601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/30th-december-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-4726785938035098444</id><published>2008-12-22T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:08:48.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO AM I?</title><content type='html'>I'm very sure this question will cross everyone's mind ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHO AM I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question pop into our minds not because we don't know who we are or we've grown totally senile that we've forgotten our names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the real reason is we don't know;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. how's our character like?&lt;br /&gt;ii. what's people's impression of us when they first see us?&lt;br /&gt;iii. why do we change so much from year to year when we're just a year older?&lt;br /&gt;iv. what do i really like? OR am i just following the trend, trying to stay on the beaten track?&lt;br /&gt;v. why are we so fickle minded when we're asked to make a decision? OR is it because we don't know what we want?&lt;br /&gt;vi. why do we disobey order when we know that it should be obeyed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other questions that question us about ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO WE HAVE DOUBLE PERSONALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO WE KNOW OURSELVES ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO WE KNOW WHAT WE ACTUALLY WANT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We tend to follow the footsteps of our parents, siblings, friends, idols...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But we follow just to show that; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i. we are not backdated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ii. we are not outdated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;iii. we are matured...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;iv. we possess the same ability as the person we hero-worshipped...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;v. we want to be as capable as the people we idolised...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vi. we want to have a common topic to talk about when we group together with our friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHY ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ARE WE COPYCATS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are not pursuing their own dreams, instead they are pursuing the dreams of their parents...&lt;br /&gt;Many chose their career path, not based on their interest and capability, instead they chose it because of the market demand or the high pay offered..&lt;br /&gt;Many ended up quitting their jobs or feeling stressed up as they don't fully enjoy or do their jobs willingly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are the ones who determine our future, right?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we follow others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides our future and ambition, we mimic our more popular friends or seniors just to get attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why don't we have our own style and character?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do we have to mimic others?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We follow other's apparel and outlook...&lt;br /&gt;We wear dresses following the latest trend although it doesn't really suit us at all...&lt;br /&gt;We don't mind wearing clothings that make us feel uncomfortable all because we want to look as trendy as our pals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many of you out there might be shaking your heads or getting really fed up with this denial...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT think again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We might not know ourselves that well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we should give this issue a serious thought. We should give ourselves a real and definite personality that suits us as this will make us more likeable and appealing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;WHY BE OTHERS WHEN WE ARE OURSELVES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;WHY MIMIC OTHERS WHEN WE ARE BORN AS DIFFERENT INDIVIDUALS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;GIVE IT A THOUGHT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282646904437976370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SU-7XvTXrTI/AAAAAAAAACU/baoy-Vvixqo/s400/question.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-4726785938035098444?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4726785938035098444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=4726785938035098444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/4726785938035098444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/4726785938035098444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-am-i.html' title='WHO AM I?'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/SU-7XvTXrTI/AAAAAAAAACU/baoy-Vvixqo/s72-c/question.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-6896441462986578920</id><published>2008-12-08T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:35:37.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR Results!!! ARGGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/ST0vYw6nyBI/AAAAAAAAABk/MT4sPmn0Z2g/s1600-h/72.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277426440842233874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/ST0vYw6nyBI/AAAAAAAAABk/MT4sPmn0Z2g/s400/72.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/ST0vZP5GCGI/AAAAAAAAABs/zn7sSCciHJw/s1600-h/76.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277426449157326946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/ST0vZP5GCGI/AAAAAAAAABs/zn7sSCciHJw/s400/76.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/ST0vYoSu0VI/AAAAAAAAABc/fQ0ttXDos6g/s1600-h/65.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277426438527439186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/ST0vYoSu0VI/AAAAAAAAABc/fQ0ttXDos6g/s400/65.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 days to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most dreaded day by all form three students!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the PMR result day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought of it itself is murderous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PMR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will i get 7A's?&lt;br /&gt;Will i live up to my expectations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Will i be able to enter 4Sc1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Will my friends get straight A's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Will we be in the same class next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will my school hit the targeted result?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WILL I REALLY GET 7A'S?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these questions kept popping into my mind everytime i pass by the school, when i see my friends, when chatting with my friends, when looking at my friends' sisters who had received their UPSR results, when closing my eyes, in my dreams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGGH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that this will stop ASAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i don't want to get my result so soon!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh GOD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone HELP!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so torturing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that many of my friends are facing this traumatic problem (or maybe even all of them)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that the teachers are looking forward to our results too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will it be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt; event?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The result day is just days before my 15th birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Will i have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so depressing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone of you face the same problem, or maybe you've experience all this before, you're welcomed to share your rather MIXED and CONFUSED feelings with me at &lt;a href="mailto:hazelyi@hotmail.com"&gt;hazelyi@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or you can just tag me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Because an extra companion will at least be able to calm and comfort our soul... Hahax!!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ARGGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277427135946129410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/ST0wBOYTgAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WyUIzs1UXCk/s400/80.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-6896441462986578920?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6896441462986578920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=6896441462986578920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/6896441462986578920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/6896441462986578920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2008/12/pmr-results-arggh.html' title='PMR Results!!! ARGGH!'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/ST0vYw6nyBI/AAAAAAAAABk/MT4sPmn0Z2g/s72-c/72.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-8707583314352773938</id><published>2008-12-07T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:44:19.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD FRIENDS, FOND MEMORIES IN MALACCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It has been 7 years since we last met. It's a long time indeed. We had all grown up, either taller and prettier or fatter and uglier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been so long. I missed all of you so much. Everytime i flip open my dear autograph book, fond memories flooded my mind. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. Miss! I missed all the joy i had in Malacca. I missed my old friends, my old classmates. I missed all the loving teachers in SK CIJ 2. I missed our headmistress. I missed every corner of our old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;School...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd passed by it several times whenever i go holiday-ing in the "good old Malacca". It's so nostalgic. Images of my friends, one by one, were popping into my mind. Although it's just two years, but these two years are the two firsts years i'm in a school as a primary student. I started my education here. I still remember when i was sitting for a test on the first day of school. I still remember when i first gotten my school result slip. I got almost all E's and F's. In the end, i was posted to the last class. Hahax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how all the students were brought to safety when a fire broke out in our school computer room. I saw the blaze myself. I remembered the times when i was selected by my class teacher to take part in a fashion show competition. I remembered the times when i was performing a chinese dance on stage during the school's Family Day dinner at Hotel Equatorial. I remembered the times when i was nominated as one of the prefects in standard three. But sadly, i moved to JB the following year so i hadn't have the chance to be a prefect. Arggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the times when i attended the Taekwondo lesson every friday at our very own school hall. I remembered my seniors. All juniors have to bow to the seniors every time we see them, even out of the hall, before and after training. I remembered the times when i took part and won the telematch race during school sports day. There were 4 teams in our school, Emerald, Saphire, Topaz and Ruby. Our team, Emerald House, emerged as the overall champ for two years! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two embarrasing events that happened during my school days in SK CIJ 2. First, I pooed in my panties during an assembly after recess(i think). Another one was when i stepped on dog poo when we were having a photoshoot session in our Chinese dance performance suit. Oh! The two poo-poo event! Hahax! How embarrasing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed all my friends. We used to be in the same class. We study and play together. We run around the class, passing around notes and chit-chatting every time we see each other. Sometimes we bicker. Sometimes we laugh together. I still remember telling off one of my closest friend who kept instructing me to buy food for her. We started quarreling and we ended up crying. Hahax! But in the end. we are still very close friends. I still remember one of my friend, who had migrated to Australia, writing a note to me. It's like "You are my BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST..... friend!" She wrote 2 pages full of BEST! Hahax! That's the first letter i received. I was awed at first but later on i was very happy that someone actually wanted to be my BEST friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, i registered my very first account on Facebook. At first i was searching for my present classmates to be added as friends, but suddenly someone's name popped into my mind. I shan't reveal who it is but it's one of my Malacca classmates. Finally, i found three ex-classmates on Facebook and they'd confirmed me as their friend! Yay! My long lost friends! We've finally reunited! Oh, what a great feeling it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently attempting to get my other friends on Facebook but till now there's no one else there other than the three of them. Oh well, i shan't give up! I'll continue searching for my old friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;SONG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song had been stucked in my head from the very first assembly in SK CIJ 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the students of Convent Infant Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Together here as one&lt;br /&gt;We pledge our loyalty to you&lt;br /&gt;The school we love so dear&lt;br /&gt;We work and play&lt;br /&gt;We dedicate ourselves&lt;br /&gt;To be fair and brave&lt;br /&gt;And strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[So we the students&lt;br /&gt;Give a cheer&lt;br /&gt;To the Convent I J] x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above lyrics were written only based on my memory. So there might be some errors here and there. If anyone knows this song and the lyric(in BM also), please e-mail it to me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:hazelyi@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hazelyi@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, no matter you're current or ex-students of SK CIJ 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SK CONVENT INFANT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;JESUS 2 MELAKA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-8707583314352773938?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8707583314352773938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=8707583314352773938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/8707583314352773938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/8707583314352773938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-friends-fond-memories-in-malacca.html' title='OLD FRIENDS, FOND MEMORIES IN MALACCA'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357985904687734189.post-2579801477197061782</id><published>2008-12-07T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:52:20.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRO TO "THE NUTS BLOG - HAZELYI"</title><content type='html'>Hi readers (if there's any),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little introduction to my new blog "The Nuts Blog - Hazelyi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why this name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess many of you would be able to guess why did i choose this rather ODD name. But for those who are still pondering, i shall tell you. Well if you notice, my name is Hazel which is also the name of a nut. So that makes the reason, why?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had created this blog months ago, but due to the never-ending workload given by our beloved teachers (knowing that it's "for our own good"), i had to wait till after PMR (or to be more precise, during the holidays) to kick off the blogging mood and activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have another blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would ask why did i start posting only a month after the long awaited holiday starts? Well i had been busy with another blog, written in Bahasa Malaysia. The blog address is nocciola.blogdrive.com. Feel free to visit my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, why do i start a new blog when many people had problems just handling one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've considered having a bilingual blog, but by mixing the two languages up, my blog would be so messy, mundane and unpresentable. That's why i started blogging in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fun &amp;amp; Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had added a few games and quotes section at the side of my blog. It took me quite long getting all those gadgets on my blog because i hardly go online, blogging, for the past few years. So i had been a total blogging idiot. But again kudos to me as i finally managed to get a nice blogskin, added a few gadgets and finally gotten the Cbox onto my blog! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last but not least, .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that this blog will have some readers, some followers. I would like to express my gratitude to all who drop by and peek into my blog. Thanks a lot! Do enjoy the posts, games and quotes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277044002116407426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/STvTj5pBEII/AAAAAAAAABU/Mk3LWp_gvVg/s400/hazelnut_tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357985904687734189-2579801477197061782?l=thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2579801477197061782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357985904687734189&amp;postID=2579801477197061782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/2579801477197061782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357985904687734189/posts/default/2579801477197061782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenutsblog-hazelyi.blogspot.com/2008/12/intro-to-nuts-blog-hazelyi.html' title='INTRO TO &quot;THE NUTS BLOG - HAZELYI&quot;'/><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11110040465137635421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acWF9gLhB5s/STvTj5pBEII/AAAAAAAAABU/Mk3LWp_gvVg/s72-c/hazelnut_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
