<?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-7973603769721104162</id><updated>2011-07-08T23:09:58.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'>chrysalis</title><subtitle type='html'>*..opening up to the world..*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-8751033407648110410</id><published>2010-01-25T11:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:53:45.124+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world of The Procrastinator!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you defer tasks, feel buried by work or lack the follow-through to complete tasks? Yes..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome to the world of the procrastinator!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Procrastinating can result in anxiety, loss of productivity and worse, it adds up the longer it goes unchecked. Often procrastinators spend a great deal of time thinking about tasks, but lack the ability to follow through and implement their plans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sounds familiar..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So how do we combat procrastination and ensure it doesn’t affect our life?&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-Lets set some goals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the surest ways to motivate oneself and avoid procrastinating is to set goals...and stick to them! Goal setting helps us clarify the direction in which we want to head to...especially in life. It is important to think carefully about our goals and remember that it’s impossible to achieve everything at once. Someone once said...we should be patient with ourselves but strive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2- Get smart principal:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One effective method of setting goals are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Specific: Goals need to have measurable actions and outcomes. What, why and how are these goals going to be achieved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Measurable: Set goals that you can easily measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Achievable: Whilst it’s tempting to dream up whimsical goals you need to ask yourself honestly “can I realistically achieve this goal”? If the answer is no, then you will need to go back to the drawing board. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relevant: Ensure that the goals you set are relevant and will benefit you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time related: Set key milestones and deadlines for achieving your goals. Doing this helps to keep goals on track and will help keep procrastinating in check. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-Stay on track:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Once you have set your goals and outlined a plan to achieve them, the next challenge is to stay MOTIVATED!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One good method is to make your goals public. Sharing you goals with others helps them become more tangible.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Visualising the end point of your goal is another successful strategy used by many professionals. Take the time to think about how achieving your goals will feel like or visualise how your ending goal will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally, reward yourself for achieving each key millstone as you work towards your goals.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this blog entry gives credited to ANZ Bank - business planning solutions&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-8751033407648110410?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8751033407648110410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=8751033407648110410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/8751033407648110410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/8751033407648110410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-world-of-procrastinator.html' title='Welcome to the world of The Procrastinator!'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6417429664313632078</id><published>2010-01-14T16:46:00.023+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:14:28.489+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala..I wanna go HOME (again)(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Week Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This weekend I joined a group of friends who organized a Childrens Day celebration in Puchong.&lt;br /&gt;We started off the day with some warming up activities, which Roya executed perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing the normal boring warm up, she came up with some awesome actions which include "star jump", "the makarena", "leg high-5" (weird position to imagine isn't it?)..etc etc (as I won't expose her trait secrets) the adults loved it and needless to say the kids loved it more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10DiJmGTII/AAAAAAAAAVY/c2V058DZVuA/s1600-h/PB290149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10DiJmGTII/AAAAAAAAAVY/c2V058DZVuA/s320/PB290149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430500610904837250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10Di6M3wfI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zozD9wYyS5U/s1600-h/PB290151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10Di6M3wfI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zozD9wYyS5U/s320/PB290151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430500623952364018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as how Malaysian weather goes, it started to RAIN! Yes! RAIN! We had to quickly move all the tables and chairs, food and stuff away and stood under a tree for shelter and some even took shelter in their car (haih, this one I dunno what to say...not Malaysian lah!)&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhhh the good old days when we would play under the rain...run up and down the streets playing cat and mouse, playing hide and seek in the drains outside our house...or just simply enjoying the cool wetness on our faces and toes. We would return home all drenched and dirty and receive a nice scolding from our parents...but that never dampen our spirits!&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, the rain did not dampen our spirits that day, we waited patiently and sardin-ed ourselves under that tree and prayed for the rain to stop...and within 10 minutes it did! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S1aZZjG1RwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kH6dEeT-fD8/s1600-h/PB290148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S1aZZjG1RwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kH6dEeT-fD8/s320/PB290148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428695065041389314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S1aZaOmT8WI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GvTO7HTPUIk/s1600-h/PB290163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S1aZaOmT8WI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GvTO7HTPUIk/s320/PB290163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428695076716147042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10D5xZMwRI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ieroqxzqlCY/s1600-h/PB290145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10D5xZMwRI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ieroqxzqlCY/s320/PB290145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430501016725143826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then continued the Children's day program with a games like "three-legged race", "ball in basket", "burst the balloon"...etc etc...This event was organized as a means to bring all the children and parents in one place to celebrate the kids achievements for the year. At the end of the day, everyone went home with a small gift. It was real fun! Heck even I enjoyed it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the week, I spent time with my best-est best friend and recently (actually it was 2.5 years ago) appointed "chi mui" at Bukit Tinggi. It was an awesome get away for the three of us as we went on horse back riding till our butts hurt (I was in agony for the whole week, walking like how the cow boys do!), we played some bowling which we were horrible at, we tried our luck with archery but failed humorously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S1aahb7EVII/AAAAAAAAAVA/XbR6-lW4ExM/s1600-h/PC020371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S1aahb7EVII/AAAAAAAAAVA/XbR6-lW4ExM/s320/PC020371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428696300063577218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10IykYE0oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/01B7gd76yjU/s1600-h/PC020250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10IykYE0oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/01B7gd76yjU/s320/PC020250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430506390529823362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10IyE6hpuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wMBFg-JGW8c/s1600-h/PC020229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10IyE6hpuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wMBFg-JGW8c/s320/PC020229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430506382084384482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10KH0vjikI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oYE7NuU3ieQ/s1600-h/PC020274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10KH0vjikI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oYE7NuU3ieQ/s320/PC020274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430507855212153410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...and at the end of all that awesomeness, we indulged ourselves with TWO GIANT pizzas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10Gu_TXweI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JwgyXAM_Qwc/s1600-h/PC020409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10Gu_TXweI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JwgyXAM_Qwc/s320/PC020409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430504130015117794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excellent!! :D&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/7973603769721104162-6417429664313632078?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6417429664313632078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6417429664313632078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6417429664313632078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6417429664313632078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2010/01/lalalai-wanna-go-home-again2.html' title='Lalala..I wanna go HOME (again)(2)'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S10DiJmGTII/AAAAAAAAAVY/c2V058DZVuA/s72-c/PB290149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-7067173988548378182</id><published>2010-01-01T19:31:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:11:18.401+11:00</updated><title type='text'>*~The Ultimate Goal~*</title><content type='html'>Okay...I am going to attempt my Resolutions again! Excellent...a tick for "determination" right there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*The Ultimate Goal*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in like 35-40 years I guess...&lt;/span&gt; O_O*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I picture myself sitting in front of the TV watching NCIS re-play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with my husband&lt;/span&gt;, relaxing after coming back work knowing that our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;working kids&lt;/span&gt; will be coming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;home for dinner&lt;/span&gt;. . That day I would have had an interesting discussion with my school kids about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Transforming Neighborhoods" &lt;/span&gt;and how they can contribute to its advancement. And after a family dinner we would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meeting some friends&lt;/span&gt; to conduct a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home Visit &amp;amp; Devotional&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mamak session&lt;/span&gt; after to reminisce the good old days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the key words are in bold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short term plan to "slowly" reach that goal (hahha...note that a " " on the word "slowly"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Spiritual Growth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Say my prayers every morning and evening&lt;br /&gt;-- Take time to meditate!&lt;br /&gt;-- Active participation in the Core Activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Spiritual Knowledge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Read 5 Baha'i books - preferably history related books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Material Knowledge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Start my CPA in 2010&lt;br /&gt;-- Read 10 books&lt;br /&gt;-- Read the newspaper!!&lt;br /&gt;-- Increase knowledge on Economic issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Work...stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Develop stronger Internal Controls&lt;br /&gt;-- Instill more effective Managerial roles&lt;br /&gt;-- Increase profitability by 15% a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Finances:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Save Save Save!!&lt;br /&gt;-- Build credit history!&lt;br /&gt;-- Move into my own apartment! (most probably bought using a loan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Commitments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Accompany my current Junior Youths until they themselves are ready to serve their community independently.&lt;br /&gt;-- Go HOME more often!&lt;br /&gt;-- Call HOME more often!&lt;br /&gt;-- Be a better friend! "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let deeds no words be your adorning&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Things-to-do-before-I-kick-the-bucket:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Go Zoom Zoom with Ah Mei and our leather jackets&lt;br /&gt;-- Holiday in Europe&lt;br /&gt;-- Climb Mount Kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;-- Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) ...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I think that's about it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I want to live a happy and fruitful life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-7067173988548378182?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7067173988548378182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=7067173988548378182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/7067173988548378182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/7067173988548378182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2010/01/ultimate-goal.html' title='*~The Ultimate Goal~*'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-7531476725349332446</id><published>2010-01-01T18:27:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:47:05.891+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year...New Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S1eTcWOfYrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Rm-EUm7DXuA/s1600-h/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S1eTcWOfYrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Rm-EUm7DXuA/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428969991030399666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the type that makes resolutions for the simple reason that I NEVER ^ bother to KEEP THEM! However, living like a firefighter doesn't get me anywhere. I have no direction. I have goals and visions but I do not have a plan on how and what I am going to do to achieve it! Initially, I felt that I'll just take it as it comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, currently I have a reason to continue my stay in Australia because my job is able to support my family and myself...that's it really! But, if I review my goals and visions...I am definitely not gonna get what I want if I continue being stagnant and content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year...the start of a new decade...I shall create a mind map of my goals and visions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come world! Whether you are ready or not! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* The Ultimate Goal*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picture myself happy, contented, financially stable.... omg..this is hard!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Okok...take# 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envision that I would have lived a prosperous life filled with Love, Contentment, Family.... hmmm.... haih...what lah! I give up... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll do this later&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-7531476725349332446?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7531476725349332446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=7531476725349332446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/7531476725349332446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/7531476725349332446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-yearnew-resolutions.html' title='New Year...New Resolutions'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/S1eTcWOfYrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Rm-EUm7DXuA/s72-c/DSC_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-5386562138663023677</id><published>2009-12-31T17:44:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:42:16.009+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala..I wanna go HOME (again)(1)</title><content type='html'>After what seem liked one million cow years (approximately 3), I finally decided to go HOME (for a visit). Well...actually...I lie...I was going home for a short period of time as a transit to go on my Pilgrimage to Haifa in December 2009. However, as thing happen the way it happens, my family and I did not receive our entry visa in time, hence we had to skip the Spiritual Experience this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, that means I will be HOME lepak-ing for the next 3 weeks! Excellent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being away from Home for so long, I was really excited but at the same time anxious that my relationship with my friends would have drifted apart...thankfully, I learnt that didn't happen! yay-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with an awesome bunch of friends with whom I grew up with! We went through alot together...since young we played together, created mischief together, choreograph dances together, sang together, got humiliated together...etc etc... so this week we met at a mamak in SS 15...we sat there talking &amp;amp; laughing and catching up &amp;amp; laughing and making jokes &amp;amp; laughing! It was super awesome! Our topics revolved around the memories of our past times. We also shared our visions in life...that is to Serve Humanity for the betterment of the world...we shared ideas on how to animate a Junior Youth group and all the funny yet interesting stories and learnings that I can use when I come back to Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;Then I met with another bunch of friends who I met in School. We talked about our stages in life...where we are, what we have achieved, how come we are still single...(because men cannot be trusted! hahah..well that was the general ruling on the table) we sat there talking &amp;amp; laughing and catching up &amp;amp; laughing ! Though we talked all night, I noted to myself that our conversations were just surface talk... I didn't get to know what they truly felt...whether they were happy with where they are...whether they have other goals to strive for instead of work and finding a partner...I should have made the initiative...but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years has passed and that is a long time to be away...though I am glad that my friends and I have not drifted apart...sadly that wasn't the case for some of them. With some, I felt as though I was competition, which made me feel like a test subject that will be dissected to be studied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that true friendships are those that are formed from the heart...it doesn't matter what we have in life..whether we are rich or poor, working or unemployed, married or single...all these issues are irrelevant! What matters to me is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sincerity&lt;/span&gt;! And I am glad and extremely blessed to have such friends. They make my life more colorful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-5386562138663023677?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/5386562138663023677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=5386562138663023677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/5386562138663023677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/5386562138663023677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/12/lalalai-wanna-go-home-again1.html' title='Lalala..I wanna go HOME (again)(1)'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-3150852361661236027</id><published>2009-10-02T11:27:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:41:32.698+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My office Plant!</title><content type='html'>Lalala...my daddy made me two plants for my little office...I must say I am pretty excited about seeing em grow taller and greener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy tells me that these plants won't die no matter what I did to it! (of course I wouldn't pull out the leaves or pull the roots to make them grow faster...what kind of a horrible gardener do you take me as?) Anyway, behold...my conversation with my daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Lum: Girl, I potted two plants for your office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PekaLynna: Awww...thank you daddy! But what if I kill it? I don't know how to care for plants! What if I forgot to give them H2o? *insert sad face here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Lum: Don't worry babe...these plants are hardy! No matter what you do with it it won't die! And these plants don;t need too much water..whenever you remember, just give them some lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PekaLynna: *insert happiness* Yay!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SzwF2d6x0cI/AAAAAAAAATw/8-5eAkHc24Y/s1600-h/09062009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SzwF2d6x0cI/AAAAAAAAATw/8-5eAkHc24Y/s320/09062009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421214484749472194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SzwF2geE2uI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DLOcJBCG0NU/s1600-h/22-01-09_1713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SzwF2geE2uI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DLOcJBCG0NU/s320/22-01-09_1713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421214485434391266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly...It didn't last very long...just a couple of months...MY PLANTS DIED!! Well...initially I refused to believe it was dying becasue it was still standing...and there was a couple of leaves on the weee little branch...but I was carful not to touch em...otherwise the weee little leaves will fall off... O_o" And I started tying some green strings to elevate their confidence in growing again...And I continued my singing to them every morning and ocassionally when I am bored...And I watered them consistentaly...And I actually took em out to bask in the beautiful sun! And And..I bought them another play mate...a live plant to keep them company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all THAT!!??!! It died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sz2kmhrw9nI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cyOAkDq4XjU/s1600-h/13-03-09_1232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sz2kmhrw9nI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cyOAkDq4XjU/s320/13-03-09_1232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421670508207863410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sz2lLbIfVxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/7mZTVkk2hrc/s1600-h/13-03-09_1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sz2lLbIfVxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/7mZTVkk2hrc/s320/13-03-09_1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421671142104454930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sz2l1iN8gsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3-SONyxZrlI/s1600-h/22-01-09_1711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sz2l1iN8gsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3-SONyxZrlI/s320/22-01-09_1711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421671865560892098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sz2m0FYK6VI/AAAAAAAAAUY/z-OfCPrbr3M/s1600-h/13-03-09_1235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sz2m0FYK6VI/AAAAAAAAAUY/z-OfCPrbr3M/s320/13-03-09_1235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421672940150909266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it all! Me trying with heart and soul to save these plants and I think by doing so, it speed up the process of its death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!! What do I have to do to keep my plants alive?? ..paint my tumb green I suppose...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-3150852361661236027?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3150852361661236027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=3150852361661236027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/3150852361661236027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/3150852361661236027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-office-plant.html' title='My office Plant!'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SzwF2d6x0cI/AAAAAAAAATw/8-5eAkHc24Y/s72-c/09062009%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-2987361245959683481</id><published>2009-08-04T15:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:23:07.479+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Prettiest Friend by Jason Maraz... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIZmDHPqGl4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIZmDHPqGl4&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i look like today&lt;br /&gt;and i'm trying not to pull out my hair&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying not to show it cause i'm far too shy to grow it back there&lt;br /&gt;that's probably why i like wearing hats&lt;br /&gt;there's no denying i'm deferring the facts&lt;br /&gt;avoiding confrontation&lt;br /&gt;lacks tact in a situation&lt;br /&gt;behind every line is a lesson yet to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that i'm feeling is overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;and oh it goes to show&lt;br /&gt;i've so much to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this for my prettiest friend&lt;br /&gt;who while trying not to prove that i care&lt;br /&gt;trying not to make all my moves in one motion and scare him away&lt;br /&gt;well he can't see he's making me crazy now&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe he knows he's amazing how&lt;br /&gt;he has me holding my breathe&lt;br /&gt;so i'd never guess that i'm a none such unsuitable, suitable for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that i'm feeling is complimentery&lt;br /&gt;and oh it goes to show&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story is girl loves boy&lt;br /&gt;and so on the way that it unfolds is yet to be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i should be brave&lt;br /&gt;even pretty can be seen by the blind&lt;br /&gt;i know that i cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;until the day we finally learn how to find each other&lt;br /&gt;redefining open minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that i'm feeling is overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;and it's golden, it goes to show then&lt;br /&gt;the ending of this song should be left alone&lt;br /&gt;and so on cause the way it unfolds is yet to be told&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-2987361245959683481?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/2987361245959683481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=2987361245959683481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/2987361245959683481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/2987361245959683481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/08/prettiest-friend-by-jason-maraz.html' title='Prettiest Friend by Jason Maraz... :)'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-2225594882601032962</id><published>2009-08-01T20:45:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:15:11.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A promise</title><content type='html'>Finally! I have something to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I my dream will become a reality!&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I have a goal to work towards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank my dear friend for her persistence and passion in helping me make this decision! And no doubt, with her company, it would make the move all too easy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, I will fulfill my promise to pray that we may remain determined and ablaze with the fire of the love for God to serve His Cause in the land called China.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-2225594882601032962?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/2225594882601032962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=2225594882601032962' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/2225594882601032962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/2225594882601032962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/08/promise.html' title='A promise'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-2501758400102068256</id><published>2009-07-24T15:22:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:16:10.013+10:00</updated><title type='text'>如果</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted something so much that it breaks you heart a little every time you think of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted something so much that you'd cling ever so tightly to the memory of it in fear that it will drift away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted something so much that it even visits you in your dreams as though it is calling you...as though it is the natural order of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I was more confident, perhaps it would have happened. If only I had loosen my grip, perhaps it would have returned. If only I stopped dreaming and focused on reality, perhaps it would have seen and felt my sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only (如果)...I could develop the strength to find my closure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-2501758400102068256?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/2501758400102068256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=2501758400102068256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/2501758400102068256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/2501758400102068256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='如果'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-628857526996736691</id><published>2009-07-06T10:51:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:00:42.262+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I stuck in Never Never Land?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an appointment with a Banker who is taking care of the investments your company has been making. He comes to your office to discuss new investment opportunities moving forward...as the discussion was building...He stops...stares at you...and said "your eyes look different...its nice...are you wearing colored contacts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such a situation, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What normal 24 year old people would do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm wearing grey contacts because I am vain and would like to look different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is what I did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his comment, I smiled and without thinking of my reputation I put on a serious face and said...Actually, (nodding dispassionately) I fell sick some time ago, it was some kind of a virus that drained the color of my eyes. (and a sniff to seal the lie) To my utter amusement, he believed me! In my mind I was thinking...crap I just lied and this Aussie bloke believes me! Anyway, I said it was a joke and we laughed it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenario 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You are at a restaurant, after dinner you want to order dessert so that you can continue sitting there having elevated conversations with your friends. However they only have Sticky rice and Banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; You gave it some thought, but felt you could not divulge it after a heavy meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Will you order it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What normal people would do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Order a cup of tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Or if everyone is up for it, order that sticky rice and banana to be shared by all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm...how much for just the banana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, everyone laughed at that gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, what is wrong with just wanting the banana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very interesting how certain people interpret this type of personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It could mean I am dwelling in never never land where children never grow up. The danger in this is that I would remain naive about whats happening in the world, which ultimately leads to being treated as a door mat. But contrary to that, having a certain amount of naivety helps me deal with negativity and have a more optimistic outlook on life. And also for argument sake, just because I don't say anything, does not mean I do not know people are taking advantage of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It could also mean a level of detachment from self consciousness - a way of letting go of the "self" that we talked about in earlier posts.&lt;br /&gt;There are standards in which people have set...that expects us to act and react a certain way. Such norms or social rules can be observed as appropriate or inappropriate values, beliefs, attitudes and behaviors. The reason we are trapped in this is because most people do it, thus considered as "normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you a question...Just because everyone does it, does it mean it is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon, if we set and align our thoughts and actions to that of a higher nature, we would not go stray the path of abasement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-628857526996736691?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/628857526996736691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=628857526996736691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/628857526996736691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/628857526996736691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i-stuck-in-never-never-land.html' title='Am I stuck in Never Never Land?'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-39472683845705845</id><published>2009-06-21T16:08:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:10:53.855+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sj3WWAKLkVI/AAAAAAAAASQ/z4f6Sgi_hD8/s1600-h/ladyjustice325x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sj3WWAKLkVI/AAAAAAAAASQ/z4f6Sgi_hD8/s320/ladyjustice325x500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349667605874184530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sj3WCXlrs_I/AAAAAAAAASI/tc20tTy9_ik/s1600-h/LadyJustice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sj3WCXlrs_I/AAAAAAAAASI/tc20tTy9_ik/s320/LadyJustice2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349667268566168562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said that Justice is blind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement was meant to explain that the world we live in is never Just! Good people are often accused, socially degraded and mentally cursed to have lesser faith in the goodness of men. Whereas bad people tend to get away with their mischievous deeds and live a life of spiritual degradation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement also meant that good people would need to sacrifice their honor and dignity and apologies for something they did not do, so that the misdeeds of others would not cause more misguided defamation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you can see from the above pictures of The Lady Justice; in one hand (right) she holds a sword which symbolizes the power of Justice and Reason. And on the left she holds a weighing scale. Often people associate a weighing scale as fairness. However, it can also mean that she is measuring the strengths of a case's support and opposition. Hence, this brings us to the last object: the blindfold. She wears a blindfold to indicate that justice should be reasoned out objectively without favor or fear of the outcome. But think about it, how is a person able to balance the scale where in one hand holds a heavy sword and in another the pressure to keep the scale in balance? Obviously, more thought needs to be imparted into the representation of so delicate yet compelling a subject like Justice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was told injustice is embedded the the very world we live in, that I was being naive to think that humanity were created noble and that the betterment of the world CAN and WILL be accomplished through pure and goodly deeds...I can honestly tell you that my heart sank! The seed of doubt has been planted...I started to doubt the very foundation of my upbringing...And I hated myself for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky that this vicious cycle of self vacillation ended. I needed to be mentally strong...lift my head and look towards the horizon of Faith and Certitude. That! That is how problems can be resolved! -- Put in the effort and have faith that the confirmations will follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank the Heavens that there is another representations of The Lady Justice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sj3W_gP7PgI/AAAAAAAAASY/x-RISnstdsw/s1600-h/lady+justice3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sj3W_gP7PgI/AAAAAAAAASY/x-RISnstdsw/s320/lady+justice3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349668318862851586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have messed with the wrong softy...for I will NOT condone to such injustice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-39472683845705845?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/39472683845705845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=39472683845705845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/39472683845705845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/39472683845705845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/06/justice.html' title='Justice'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sj3WWAKLkVI/AAAAAAAAASQ/z4f6Sgi_hD8/s72-c/ladyjustice325x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-8847762824555834836</id><published>2009-05-28T10:12:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:09:05.987+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lum Siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sh3XGPXcBZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/W4VPuSy9uJE/s1600-h/Lum+siblings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sh3XGPXcBZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/W4VPuSy9uJE/s320/Lum+siblings.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340661235335300498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG!! Cute-nya ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You'd probably notice that I speak of my brothers often...and why shouldn't I? We are after all of the same blood. Anyway, I just wanted to share these pictures of us when life revolved around playing hide and seek, love and kisses from mummy and daddy, and life seems just like a fairytale which will undoubtedly be filled with pleasant surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this are my lovely parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sj499l2LbpI/AAAAAAAAASg/zbyDeYPLIEs/s1600-h/wedding+1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sj499l2LbpI/AAAAAAAAASg/zbyDeYPLIEs/s320/wedding+1976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349781535703395986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7973603769721104162-8847762824555834836?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8847762824555834836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=8847762824555834836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/8847762824555834836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/8847762824555834836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/05/lum-siblings.html' title='The Lum Siblings'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sh3XGPXcBZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/W4VPuSy9uJE/s72-c/Lum+siblings.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6564680855294699898</id><published>2009-05-09T00:56:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:21:53.977+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SgRJynGtgpI/AAAAAAAAARw/unyHJU-zUes/s1600-h/14-03-09_1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SgRJynGtgpI/AAAAAAAAARw/unyHJU-zUes/s320/14-03-09_1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333468992552927890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 years and 5 months ago, I was born into a Chinese Family called Lum. My lineage can be traced back to the mother land - China... My family has all the traits of a typical Chinese family... All the normality of conservatism, hierarchical family, traditions respected and followed conscientiously ... and even though My parents enrolled me into a Chinese Primary School... I still failed to equip myself with the very language my ancestors spoke! tsk tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like someone is laughing at my attempts to re-learn mandarin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-6564680855294699898?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6564680855294699898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6564680855294699898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6564680855294699898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6564680855294699898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-banana.html' title='I am a banana'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SgRJynGtgpI/AAAAAAAAARw/unyHJU-zUes/s72-c/14-03-09_1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-7026164579333608107</id><published>2009-05-06T13:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:12:43.900+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart melts...(3)</title><content type='html'>RESOLVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am moving on! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-7026164579333608107?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7026164579333608107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=7026164579333608107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/7026164579333608107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/7026164579333608107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-heart-melts3.html' title='My heart melts...(3)'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-8964735940168842043</id><published>2009-05-05T14:48:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:29:42.142+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart melts...(2)</title><content type='html'>How can you can't blame a girl for having a little girl's crush on a cute Italian guy. Right RIGHT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's story revolves around a series of events that occurred since my last post "My heart melts...". It all started a week before this day when I was merrily walking buy this particular cafe. Somehow or rather the cute cafe guy's eyes and mine met and he not only gave me a jaw-dropping wink and smile, he also shot me a flying kiss! To be honest, I was extremely embarrassed but managed to return a smile and a wave. I walked in to say a polite "Hello, hows business" and he asked that I should start coming back for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...common! With that smile of his HOW CAN I SAY NO??? Also...part of me was thinking about the coffee too! Yummm....Anyway, so I returned a week later to have a quick bite before going of to work. To my surprise, he remembered the coffee I normally ordered!! (I am thinking too much because people in this kind of industry makes a living by knowing their customers!) When I was about to leave he looked into my eyes and said... are you wearing contacts? (I was wearing a grey contact so I may look a little different) I replied with a little laugh and teased that it was al-natural! (once that came out from my mouth, I mentally kicked myself in the butt for flirting back!! But that vision was so hilarious that it made me giggle out loud). His reply to my quirky statement snapped me out of it and left me all blushed. And throughout the wholeday, whenever I remembered that he called me mysterious and sexy..it never failed to make me blush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still married no matter how many side glances I throw his way or equally as many I tried to avoid. I have friends who have been in such situations that their relationship actually broke up a family! BUT do NOT WORRY fellow readers for I shall not drop to such low standards! (I have principles k!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...well to think I would learn from my friend's heartache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-8964735940168842043?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8964735940168842043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=8964735940168842043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/8964735940168842043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/8964735940168842043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-heart-melts2.html' title='My heart melts...(2)'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6348548588109404689</id><published>2009-05-01T14:40:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:02:54.655+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Portrait</title><content type='html'>Most people may already know that I was born into a family with two older brothers. It is such a blessing that this family of mine is endowed with innate ability to love, cherish and respect everyone in our household; and despite the challenges we faced as any other family would, we faced them collectively which only strengthen our bond of love and unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to introduce my brothers to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ken Leong (ko) is the eldest who is 7 years older than I am. He is the lucky one in the family...born with glossy soft hair, bushy eyebrows, big eyes, perfect teeth, no acne genes, slim legs and the list goes on. Boy...countless times have I questioned my mum...WHY didn't I turn out as pretty as he did?? Being the first son, he is the pride of the family. When he was a teenager, I remembered admiring his neat/ thin handwritting. I love his awesome sense of taste with clothes, perfume and even jewlery! I admire his ability to turn any serious/ awkward moment into a laughable atmosphere (his laugher is contagious). His happiness was infectious, when people stood near him their worlds would seem a little brighter, if he hummed a tune, others around him would start humming like some form of musical. Despite his happy-go-lucky attitude, he is smart and always gives me sound advice and wil never fail to be there when I am in trouble or lonely. My respect and admiration for him grew when we sat down at Starbucks one afternoon and he was bombarding me with advice left right and center, then he told me: "...I respect any decision you will make (in life) and be assured that I will always be there to support you." His way of teaching me the way of life is to allow me to make as many mistakes as long as I don't regret making them. Whenever I think of him and that moment I would tell myself that I want to be just like him when I grow up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Wye (ko) is the middle son among the three us. Only 5 years older than I am but still he protrays a man in his 50's...matured and old fashion. But don't let that fool you because he is also virtuously cunning, exteremely friendly, open to new ideas, smart, a born leader, charming, has a captivating smile..heck he has a perfectly convincing smile, properly deployed, his smile has the ability to launch a holy war! Growing up, I had friends who fell in puppy love for him and I would outwardly show my humiliation but secretly smile with glee (becasue my brother's face would go red when they declared their undying love for him) and feel so proud of him. Growing up was never difficult for me because I knew for sure that he was always there to protect me from bullies and be my fort agaisnt people who belittle me. He is the type of brother who warns me not to thread a certain path in life in fear that I might get hurt or stressed when I made the wrong decision. He tells me how to lead a life free from fear, free from doubt, free of unhappiness even though it means giving up the things I wanted. I always look at him with admiration and respect and also tell myself I want to be just like him when I grow up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up with them around was particularly fun and meaningful for me. I always played the princess as they wage pillow war against each other in the house. I was always the person at fault when they break mum's furniture (though everyone know I was innocent...haha). I always have two protective shields that prevented anything or anyone from harming me. I always had their company when I was afaird to sleep alone in the dark. I always have two people to talk to when I feel deserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that I take pride in both my brothers! And I love them for who they are and for the person they make me want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sfp9XE5hwVI/AAAAAAAAARo/URPKGE2Q-os/s1600-h/29-12-08_2329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sfp9XE5hwVI/AAAAAAAAARo/URPKGE2Q-os/s320/29-12-08_2329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330710944351895890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does it look anything like us? hahahha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And can you guess which is Ken Leong and which is Ken Wye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-6348548588109404689?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6348548588109404689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6348548588109404689' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6348548588109404689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6348548588109404689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-portrait.html' title='Family Portrait'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sfp9XE5hwVI/AAAAAAAAARo/URPKGE2Q-os/s72-c/29-12-08_2329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-3077786752646763580</id><published>2009-03-20T07:32:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:39:32.651+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a problem :(</title><content type='html'>Hello, I am Lynn and I am a shopaholic! My problem lies in my inability to control my spending. Before it gets too late (i.e. before I resort to credit debts) I want to help myself by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First:&lt;/span&gt; Identifying and accepting that a have this problem of spending on unnecessary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second:&lt;/span&gt; I will have to list down steps in which I can resolve this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third:&lt;/span&gt; I MUST diligently act on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any suggestions, please do not hesitate to leave a comment. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-3077786752646763580?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3077786752646763580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=3077786752646763580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/3077786752646763580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/3077786752646763580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-problem.html' title='I have a problem :('/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-5794247488558795441</id><published>2009-03-06T16:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:52:00.047+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The last time I did something like this was....I was in high school. Nevertheless it never fails to entertain me. Thanks SabSab :)! If it weren't for your blog post, my afternoon would have been filled with number crunching activities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I did the test and this was their analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;PekLynn says: HAH! HAHA! Hahahah...yea right! (^sarcastic smile inserted here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;PekLynn says: I hope that's true... :"|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You strictly follow rules, and you expect other people to be the same as well. People can get tired of you easily, as you can make them feel a little guilty about themselves. You always make decisions on your own, and can be dismissive of other people's advice. You like to be the leader in groups, but can forget to be concerned about the people you are with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PekLynn agrees with the first part! But is rather skeptical about the second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Guys see you as being a thinker and a careful person. They will be really attracted to this quality in you, but you need to learn to speak your mind, otherwise people will find you too shy and quiet. Learn to relax and lighten up--it's okay to have fun sometimes. When you learn to develop your fun-loving side, guys are going to flock to your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PekLynn smirks and says: Not so sure about the flocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PekLynn says: Errm...is that true fellow ex's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love,  and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could  really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's  personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't  meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though,  you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PekLynn says: THAT IS SO TRUE! I really don't mind being alone if I can't find Mr.Awesomeness! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-5794247488558795441?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/5794247488558795441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=5794247488558795441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/5794247488558795441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/5794247488558795441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-quiz.html' title='Personality Quiz'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-3482724901970788928</id><published>2009-03-05T13:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:57:47.168+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost, Scared and Enjoyed it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; train rides?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this: you are sitting comfortably on a train by yourself. It is a lovely Saturday afternoon, the sun is vibrantly smiling down on us, the plants are basking in sun as it absorbs the warmth of the sun, the birds are singing their cares away, and you are sipping a cup of take away Mocha and reading a good book, and occasionally admiring the sight of  meadows, trees, mountains and black &amp;amp; white cows eating grass. You are feeling a strong sense of appreciation for the beauty of nature as your are physically taken further away from the city.&lt;br /&gt;That was what I experienced last Saturday on my way to Yerrinbool which is 2 hours away from the city (by train). I was thinking to myself...what a wonderful way to relax and rejuvenate! I smiled with glee feeling all this positive energy flowing through me, and I thought to myself...nothing can go wrong today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa84UhpKbeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cOxu5WRKTtk/s1600-h/28-02-09_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa84UhpKbeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cOxu5WRKTtk/s320/28-02-09_1419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309524410972663266" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was too quick to judge...or perhaps it was just my luck...or perhaps someone wanted to play a practical joke on me... whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Yerrinbool Station was coming up, I started preparing myself to get off and make my merry way towards the Bahai School where I will be assisting with the monthly Accounts.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was not expecting the door of the train to close on me as I was one foot away from the door. I wanted to reach my hand out through the gap just to "try my luck" hoping the door will reopen. But I was too chicken to do that...what can I say, I need my hand to continue being employed right?! Anyway, that situation left me screaming...NNNNNOOOOOOoooooooo..! Hands pressed against the door, facial expression betraying my unease feeling as the train departs Yerrinbool station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later I ended up in Mittagong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa87F1nR_EI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DpgKXLYNYOg/s1600-h/28-02-09_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa87F1nR_EI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DpgKXLYNYOg/s320/28-02-09_1331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309527457170324546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got off the station....I stood there staring at that chair for no less than 5 minutes when it finally hit me that I am burning under the blazing sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8z39zrBrI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ew7-yMb5oFE/s1600-h/28-02-09_1329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8z39zrBrI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ew7-yMb5oFE/s320/28-02-09_1329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309519522270217906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8z-_mIwGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jw1r4sqm5j4/s1600-h/28-02-09_1330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8z-_mIwGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jw1r4sqm5j4/s320/28-02-09_1330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309519643009400930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the information counter and they were closed. I found a police station and the office was empty. I looked around for any sign of human activity...none! I optimistically reminded myself that this situation isn't a remake of the movie "House of Wax"! No one will kill me and turn me into a wax figure... No one will kill me and turn me into a wax figure...No one will kill me and turn me into a wax figure...No one will kill me and turn me into a wax figure... (*.*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa88zJ2skvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kYPWERhpYY0/s1600-h/28-02-09_1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa88zJ2skvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kYPWERhpYY0/s320/28-02-09_1333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309529335209431794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa887Ip3rJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/z9c0g8vxYyU/s1600-h/28-02-09_1334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa887Ip3rJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/z9c0g8vxYyU/s320/28-02-09_1334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309529472326151314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I soon found out that the next train back to Yerrinbool is in another 2 hours. So for now I am lost, stuck and lonely in this city...to make this short and sweet...I walked around the city, couldn't find anything to do so I walked back to the station. And waited. Nothing happened. Nothing continued to happen. More nothing. The return of nothing. Nothing to-the-power-of-two. Nothing comes again. I waited...then what seemed like several months passed  I resorted to cam-whoring. These were the out come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8-UBGfesI/AAAAAAAAAPM/FkP-RTIdSnU/s1600-h/28-02-09_1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8-UBGfesI/AAAAAAAAAPM/FkP-RTIdSnU/s320/28-02-09_1352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309530999307074242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8-e8oyasI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Oeljq4-QzZE/s1600-h/28-02-09_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8-e8oyasI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Oeljq4-QzZE/s320/28-02-09_1355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309531187087305410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8-stikCLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mmgpizzbDc0/s1600-h/28-02-09_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8-stikCLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mmgpizzbDc0/s320/28-02-09_1404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309531423552833714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8-2LeuUMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-rcAWwIsDiQ/s1600-h/28-02-09_1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8-2LeuUMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-rcAWwIsDiQ/s320/28-02-09_1401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309531586208616642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then I got bored...so I listen to my Ipod and played my all time favorite game...and took more pictures after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8_H7pz55I/AAAAAAAAAPs/b8pYDVV_nMM/s1600-h/28-02-09_1415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8_H7pz55I/AAAAAAAAAPs/b8pYDVV_nMM/s320/28-02-09_1415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309531891197798290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8_dn8yTJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/f-hc67_G8F4/s1600-h/28-02-09_1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8_dn8yTJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/f-hc67_G8F4/s320/28-02-09_1405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309532263865797778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8_sn6GM_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/mbCnxNeu19E/s1600-h/28-02-09_1739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa8_sn6GM_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/mbCnxNeu19E/s320/28-02-09_1739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309532521552557042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa9AAPjJwaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/KWVeBvApxhA/s1600-h/28-02-09_1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa9AAPjJwaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/KWVeBvApxhA/s320/28-02-09_1402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309532858611253666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7973603769721104162-3482724901970788928?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3482724901970788928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=3482724901970788928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/3482724901970788928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/3482724901970788928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-loney-and-enjoyed-it.html' title='Lost, Scared and Enjoyed it!'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa84UhpKbeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cOxu5WRKTtk/s72-c/28-02-09_1419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-5036586439612561045</id><published>2009-01-16T13:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:38:41.200+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;When I was 5, I remember trying to please my peers, claiming I had a huge collection of stickers and color pencils. The day came when I had to share my collection with them and they unfortunately they were disappointed because it was not good enough. Since then they rejected my company.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;When I was 10 years of age, I still kept my willingness to please my “friends” because of the urge to be accepted. The “leader” of the pack would ask me to do this, that and all sorts of nonsense…and being ignorant I did as I was told. I had a crush on a guy but diligently tried to suppress that feeling because she liked him too. I remembered hitting him hard on the back to prove that I treated him as one of my “chi mui”...how embarrassing!  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;From the age of 15 onwards, I declared not to be anyone’s’ fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;And fortunately enough I met people who sincerely wanted to be my friend. Not because I had long hair. Not because I was chubby. Not because I had a huge collection of Pooh merchandise. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;They liked and accepted me because I am me. For once, these people treated me as equals. I am extremely blessed to have so many good friends that care for me. Even though I get on their nerves by making ridiculous jokes, they laughed with me. Even though I was ignorant and naïve they guided me through my obstacles, hand in hand, without judgment. Even though I am a horrible cook, they ate without complaint. Even though I tend to be an ass, they would forgive me…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Remember the time when we ponteng school to get our &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ears pierced&lt;/span&gt;; the time when we snuck out in the middle of a sleepover to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;throw rotten eggs&lt;/span&gt; at some guy’s house; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Halloween party&lt;/span&gt; where we had to dress up like dead people; the time when we &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;starved ourselves&lt;/span&gt; so that we could indulge in a large pizza the next day…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;How about the time when we &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;squeezed into my mom’s proton&lt;/span&gt; to get to Sunway and celebrate New Years Eve; the “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Bye Bye Bye” dance &lt;/span&gt;that was the highlight among our embarrassing performances; the “meetings” that we had as an excuse to hang out together; eating &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ice cream at Genting&lt;/span&gt; and letting the cold night breeze blow against us to see who can survive the longest; our &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;chatting sessions in the car&lt;/span&gt; after a devotional; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;concert that we planned and performed&lt;/span&gt; at that school; the two weeks intensive teaching campaign at the center...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;And  the times when we would sit a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;stare at the starry sky and weep&lt;/span&gt; in awe of its beauty; the time when we took a train and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;explored Sydney suburbs&lt;/span&gt;, got lost, and accidentally stumbled upon a highly rated Indian restaurant; the time when we went for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;go-karting&lt;/span&gt; and I somehow managed to get into the top 10 drivers because I was a slow and safe driver; the Thursday evening &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Malaysian Society meetings&lt;/span&gt;; the chopping onion lessons ; the Lamb Vindalu and Chicken curry &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;cooking lessons&lt;/span&gt;; the time when I accidentally burst out  saying "I have a life..OK!" and will never hear the end of it; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As my future unfolds, I am more than certain that more memories will be added here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Isn’t it amazing how little people did notice when all their lives they had been encouraged to ignore anything worth noticing? ...I guess I am just saying that we tend to take friendships for granted. We may strive to gain favor from one and at the same time neglect another...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; pictures of memorable times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0bTZyYB1I/AAAAAAAAANU/UKVl3GeFJqg/s1600-h/My+21st+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0bTZyYB1I/AAAAAAAAANU/UKVl3GeFJqg/s320/My+21st+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308929555893323602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roya &amp;amp; I -- Countless embarrassing stunts we did when we were growing up! Its amazing that we turned out sane... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0cXfeOxXI/AAAAAAAAANc/aSt6L3HNCMA/s1600-h/2007_sabs+and+me_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0cXfeOxXI/AAAAAAAAANc/aSt6L3HNCMA/s320/2007_sabs+and+me_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308930725650548082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sabina &amp;amp; I -- Another gila one like Roya &amp;amp; myself. Hmm...maybe we should be the Dynamic Trio of Subang! Our specialty will be our contagious laughter! People won't even know what hit them as they laugh along with total ignorance of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0dcbZgpSI/AAAAAAAAANk/-tctHDIoP_4/s1600-h/2005_StepDance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0dcbZgpSI/AAAAAAAAANk/-tctHDIoP_4/s320/2005_StepDance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308931909967979810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Shamir, Joshua, me, Ruhullah, Chia Sin and Mitra -- Street dancing! Need I say more...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0epkjM44I/AAAAAAAAANs/nGnrO6XXvME/s1600-h/PC100241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0epkjM44I/AAAAAAAAANs/nGnrO6XXvME/s320/PC100241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308933235274474370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren Yi -- What are you doing in my kitchen??&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...you're helping me cook for the 20 friends who invited themselves over for a 3 course meal. How nice of you...for once! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0faiyJRgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wj0oWxQtnmI/s1600-h/_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0faiyJRgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wj0oWxQtnmI/s320/_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308934076613871106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Mei and Su Yin aka Hamster and GuineaPig...and myself the seal! Org Org =^.^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0gP7LBsWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yjBeB-7oA5Q/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0gP7LBsWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yjBeB-7oA5Q/s320/P1010065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308934993693749602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carny -- only recently added into our "chi mui-ship". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0hSaHLq9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/YwQZw2Z1_yk/s1600-h/P1010074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0hSaHLq9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/YwQZw2Z1_yk/s320/P1010074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308936135870491602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Edison, Vivianne, Salina, Junda, me, Diane, Mo and Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;The Making Activities Super Awesome Gang! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0j7w-6GmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B0nqPN1rGxY/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0j7w-6GmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B0nqPN1rGxY/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308939045407693410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenny &amp;amp; I -- An unexpected friendship, I must say. It started with Jenny being my boss (Ms.Boss) and how fortunate of me to discover a friend I can be extremely random with. I do apologize for my annoying-ness but look on the bright side, it means I am comfortable with you! Hahahahha... ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends are forever - - I shall publically accept this universally used statement. ;)&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/7973603769721104162-5036586439612561045?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/5036586439612561045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=5036586439612561045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/5036586439612561045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/5036586439612561045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/01/tribute-to-friendship.html' title='A tribute to Friendships'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Sa0bTZyYB1I/AAAAAAAAANU/UKVl3GeFJqg/s72-c/My+21st+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6328547460942784159</id><published>2009-01-14T14:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:50:12.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala...I'm so lonely...sigh</title><content type='html'>Lonely...I'm so lonely...La.La.LA...and I can't remember the lyrics...Dam.Ta.Da.Dam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its the 14th of January 2009 and most of my friends have gone back to Malaysia. They will be back home with their families and friends, celebrating Chinese New Year and eating all the glorious Malaysian food. I'm envious! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dear friends...PLEASE COME BACK! I promise I will be a good girl! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW1nZc6NqyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1f08yjMYmpg/s1600-h/Jen+%26+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW1nZc6NqyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1f08yjMYmpg/s320/Jen+%26+I.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290998824184949538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;...I promise to help you decorate your cupcakes when Angeline isn't around. I'll make sure we have updating sessions at least once a week. And will try (very hard) not to wash your dishes when you tell me not to. Heh heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW1ouW1k1LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UDx0baU2srg/s1600-h/PA010697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW1ouW1k1LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UDx0baU2srg/s320/PA010697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291000282843763890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane&lt;/span&gt;...I promise to cut down on my eagerness to annoy you. It will be a huge sacrifice on my part...but I will do it for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW13YQkxlAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RPJAz1OfWJI/s1600-h/P1010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW13YQkxlAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RPJAz1OfWJI/s320/P1010075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291016395879977986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junda&lt;/span&gt;...I promise I will not not give negative criticism whenever you give a speech nor compare yours to others. And truth be told (I have never agreed to anyone before) I did cry when you gave that Good-Bye speech during AGM 2008. And I promise that I will not say that you are chubby (after this post)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW1w6ENQvXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CK6onGAOIbA/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW1w6ENQvXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CK6onGAOIbA/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291009280094289266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edison&lt;/span&gt;...O Edison...&lt;br /&gt;You are like a little kid brother to me...annoying yet adorable! I shall promise to stop giving you the "better stop what you are doing or I will give you a nice whack on the back" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW5p1mVdjRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-7rQOjn_yHs/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW5p1mVdjRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-7rQOjn_yHs/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291282981751459090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivianne&lt;/span&gt;...I promise to have drinks (non-alcoholic) with you more often! And whack anyone (especially Shuli) who disturbs you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW5tUchZtmI/AAAAAAAAALE/kxf1bINyZB4/s1600-h/Mo+and+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW5tUchZtmI/AAAAAAAAALE/kxf1bINyZB4/s320/Mo+and+I.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291286810228012642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo&lt;/span&gt;!! I promise to be more polite with you...with all the gestures of Good Mornings, Good Afternoons, and Good Evenings at the right time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...So sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-6328547460942784159?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6328547460942784159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6328547460942784159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6328547460942784159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6328547460942784159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/01/lalalaim-so-lonelysigh.html' title='Lalala...I&apos;m so lonely...sigh'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SW1nZc6NqyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1f08yjMYmpg/s72-c/Jen+%26+I.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-3998332234715396694</id><published>2009-01-06T23:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:44:40.414+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is LPL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SWNO8Be0JdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6EEKduSs5E0/s1600-h/Bridge+Climb_14Nov07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SWNO8Be0JdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6EEKduSs5E0/s320/Bridge+Climb_14Nov07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288157180559893970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;LpL is a normal person, living a normal life, with normal people surrounding her- family, best friends and friends she holds dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having parents and brothers that love her, it is not surprising however to realize that she has been pampered to the extent that she is still that kind of child who closes her eyes and thinks that no one can see her any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a Sagittarian, and Sagis are said to be unreliable and impossible to pin down. The truth is rather more complicated; for she will stick to any task which is meaningful and stand by any friend who is loyal. She just won’t hang around if there is no reason to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She is a neutralist. She gets uncomfortable with the thought of people fighting and looking down on each other. If you ask her to choose a side, most probably she’d refuse. If you backbite about her friends, she’d counter it with praise of them. (well, at least most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She used to be afraid to let out the sleeping bitch in her, but she realized that the goal isn’t always to be liked. It’s about being valued!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries hard to be an optimist. It was read somewhere that a sure sign of maturity is having a positive outlook in life. Why burden ourselves with depression and negativity when all it does is make us feel a paralyzing fear of helplessness towards the problem and not to mention demoralizing our capabilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can daring and adventurous. But don’t dare her to cross a busy road blind folded; she’d do it even without you asking. However, when it comes to food, she diligently follow a strict rule of anything cooked (except slimy, smelly bitter food...) and not weird looking.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She has a fetish for spices, especially cinnamon and ginger. As a result, she tends to crave for Chai Lattes, warm Soya Bean milk with ginger, Cinnamon toast with butter, Cinnamon rolls, ‘Rasem’…she is a loyal supporter for the sales of legally addictive stimulance aka coffee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to sleep! She'd close her eyes and poof…off to dream land! In her dreams, she is not restricted by reality. She can eat all the chocolates she wants and not gain weight on the thighs. She can fulfill her dreams of being an artist. And most importantly she can be with the people she loves even though they are miles apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can read…She lives in a world of her own. It is peaceful, it is pleasant, and it is her sanctuary…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-3998332234715396694?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3998332234715396694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=3998332234715396694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/3998332234715396694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/3998332234715396694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-is-pek-lynn.html' title='Who is LPL?'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SWNO8Be0JdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6EEKduSs5E0/s72-c/Bridge+Climb_14Nov07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-8662659242840264253</id><published>2009-01-06T12:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:33:10.435+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How we handle Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We all handle stress in varying ways...in fact we experience different phases during the process of reconciliation with one's problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage one: Denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things happen when we are not aware of it! It is true......when we are unaware of whats happening in our life, we do not take precaution and this act itself drags us into a black hole and when we are finally aware of the situation, most of the time we find it hard to crawl out of it as we are overwhelmed in this destructive vortex of conflict. On the other hand, there are people who chooses not to acknowledge the problem, hoping that it will go away - just like Piglet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that with the support of good friends and a moderate amount of chocolate we are able to accept the situation we are in and embark on a strategy towards recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the main idea is for us to realize and accept that we are imperfect human beings and any decision we make in life is right as long as we keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage two: Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this happening to me?? Its not fair!!&lt;br /&gt;These are common things that go through my head when I am stressed. I begin to dislike being around people because any act they do will annoy me and whats worse...i start to hate myself. This is when binge eating occurs...one second I'm turning on my computer and the next moment I realize I finished a WHOLE packet of Tim Tams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me that Yoga and meditation works perfectly to solve this problem. And they are right! Meditating helps clam the nerves and relaxes your mind. Once you are such a peaceful state you are able to view your problem from a whole new different angle - from above and not in it! Pretending you are a third person can be weird, but believe me, once you take out the clog of self pity, interesting ideas will start gushing in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage three: Bargaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God, help me through this, I promise I will be a better person!&lt;br /&gt;Hahha...yes I do bargain with God. It is horrible of me! I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaning to pray to God not only when I need Him, but everyday as a sign of my love for Him. In doing so, I am sure that my actions will be carried out in remembrance of Him and not material attachment to this world. See, prayer is a powerful tool that elevates us and thus not being too hampered by the destruction's of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"Pray to God that He may strengthen you with divine virtue that you may be angels in the world a beacons of light"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; ~ Baha'i Writings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage four: Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...Shit happens and life sucks!&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that a million times and the only reaction I am able to provide is silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time I was extremely depressed. I was angry and disgusted with myself. I did not want to be around people because I was too lazy to carry a fake smile. And the bad part is, I did not understand what I was feeling and why I felt such numbness...perhaps I refused to acknowledge the situation I was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the period of  a few months, this was how I lived my life...a silent cry of agony. I was very close to leaving this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of prayer that drew me back was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"Armed with the power of Thy name nothing can hurt me and with Thy love in my heart, all the world's afflictions can in no wise alarm me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; ~ Baha'i Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage five: Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when we go...OKAY..this is the problem and I have a few alternatives to solve it! But do not get too excited with the options. Sometimes when we run out of information, it is time to make a decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enjoy this clip...it virtually depicts the five stages that we go through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a0cffb452455a788" 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://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0cffb452455a788%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331140310%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C9B899283CF5FA843917C460D2FE6688E1D91ED.1A383B12380B57463F06167D11F89B471202B2AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0cffb452455a788%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAvr9ytw9UecCNZOq3jEkb0WhCWM&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://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0cffb452455a788%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331140310%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C9B899283CF5FA843917C460D2FE6688E1D91ED.1A383B12380B57463F06167D11F89B471202B2AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0cffb452455a788%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAvr9ytw9UecCNZOq3jEkb0WhCWM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/7973603769721104162-8662659242840264253?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a0cffb452455a788&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8662659242840264253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=8662659242840264253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/8662659242840264253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/8662659242840264253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-we-handle-stress.html' title='How we handle Stress'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-7129941414722433050</id><published>2008-12-22T11:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:34:08.778+11:00</updated><title type='text'>L.0.V.3</title><content type='html'>A very important virtue that is lacking in the world today is L.O.V.E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With LOVE, do you not agree that we will be living in peace and harmony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With LOVE, do you not think that we will be color blind and view each person as they are and not appearance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With LOVE, would you not have more trust and faith in people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a discussion with my Junior Youth Group about the World we live in. We had a canvas to draw our thoughts and views about the world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they drew pictures that depicted sadness, environmental degradation, wrote words like Global Warming, Violence, Disrespectful behavior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SVF04x0o99I/AAAAAAAAAI8/mdx1jp1oeM0/s1600-h/JY+Circle_2-11_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SVF04x0o99I/AAAAAAAAAI8/mdx1jp1oeM0/s320/JY+Circle_2-11_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283132356677924818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a question was posed to them, what do you feel about our future? Do you feel Optimistic OR Pessimistic? Their answers were adorable (hence I stand firm on my belief that these young-ens are still naive to the negativity of this world, their thoughts still pure and undisturbed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest of the group said: "I feel both optimistic and pessimistic. Pessimistic because there are so many bad things happening now. Optimistic because we can do something about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I asked them to recreate our canvas...from something that looked negative to something that depicted the world they want to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SVF1OAMFvTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/znh5tdqjpF0/s1600-h/JY+Circle_2-11_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SVF1OAMFvTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/znh5tdqjpF0/s320/JY+Circle_2-11_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283132721311628594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within minutes, our canvas was filled with optimism and good thoughts...It was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SVF1EUPnqiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/JZ7FpshZ9Os/s1600-h/JY+Circle_2-11_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SVF1EUPnqiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/JZ7FpshZ9Os/s320/JY+Circle_2-11_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283132554896452130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, if that is what the world will be like with these future generations leading the way, I do hope I will live to witness such a victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SU7abvrB9rI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pE1pNrVvmmI/s1600-h/j0438521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SU7abvrB9rI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pE1pNrVvmmI/s320/j0438521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282399583140443826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-7129941414722433050?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7129941414722433050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=7129941414722433050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/7129941414722433050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/7129941414722433050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2008/12/l0v3.html' title='L.0.V.3'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SVF04x0o99I/AAAAAAAAAI8/mdx1jp1oeM0/s72-c/JY+Circle_2-11_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-7423228263814905324</id><published>2008-12-21T16:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:27:04.848+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart melts...</title><content type='html'>I would pass by a cafe on my way to work everyday, they serve the best breakie and unbelievably aromatic coffee. Initially, it was this alluring smell (of coffee beans) that convinced me to have breakfast at this cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I became a regular customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many friends of mine associated my caffeine addiction to the good-looking rugged guy who makes the coffee. I will admit, he is very cute, too cute that I fear its unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when I pass the cafe, we would smile at each other as a sign of politeness to a stranger. After a few times, his gesture was enhanced by a quick wink of an eye or a simple hello, how are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, I was in a hurry to grab a quick sandwich and make a run to complete my errands for the day...he surprised me with not only a wink, but said something to me which had the words beautiful...gorgeous...princess in one sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there all blushed. Stared at him when he looked away and stared at my wallet when he turned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my toasted sandwich and made a run for it before I had a chance to make a fool of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked away...i kept reminding myself...and repeating this phrase..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is married and has cute one two month old baby...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-7423228263814905324?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7423228263814905324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=7423228263814905324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/7423228263814905324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/7423228263814905324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-heart-melts.html' title='My heart melts...'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-4196794958851471008</id><published>2008-12-11T13:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:54:06.685+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2+3 = 23</title><content type='html'>I just turned 23 years young recently. Despite much persuasion from my family that I should celebrate "the day" with a nice night out with friends, go shopping, get a facial ...in other words, pamper myself. I did not quite like the idea because of this concept of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the self&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you not feel that by celebrating birthdays is sign of Self-glorification, a means of boasting our ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Human society at present exerts a pernicious influence upon the soul of man. Instead of allowing us to live a life of service and sacrifice, it is highly competitive and teaches us to pride ourselves on our accomplishments. From early childhood we are trained to develop our ego and to seek to exalt ourselves above others, in the ultimate aim of achieving, self-importance, success and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Without a doubt, I do have traces of ego within me. I do have happy feelings when my efforts are praised, I do feel special when someone says I look pretty, I do think of myself when it comes to money issues, I do have attachments to material things...I am after all, an imperfect being. But that does not mean I should just allow my ego to feed of my imperfections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, what I propose to do (which is one of my New Years Resolution) is to tame that beast (the self/ ego).  My first step of action will be to donate or do charitable deeds for the community in times of celebrations (birthdays, anniversaries...etc).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-4196794958851471008?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/4196794958851471008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=4196794958851471008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/4196794958851471008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/4196794958851471008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2008/12/23-23.html' title='2+3 = 23'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-2457123420646522893</id><published>2008-10-23T16:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:32:35.855+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Ms.Pek Lynn Lum</title><content type='html'>Its been ages since I last wrote in my blog. Although the writing stopped, life still went on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a check list to update (whats the point of writing a check list if you're not bothered to check it?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Part one: Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noted in my previous post...I'M A GRADUATE!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;Though I have not been diligently improving my Mandarin and Farsi speaking skills, I have been reading up on current issues - i.e. news.com and starting the economist as well.&lt;br /&gt;Our world is showing signs that it is crumbling down. This may be a scary thought for many business minded people but for others this breakdown of the world's economy and its effects is but a step towards building a new civilization...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Part three: Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, point taken! I have not been effective in maintaining contact with my friends (I'm such a horrible person!)&lt;br /&gt;Despite my inability to bug me friends, we have had a couple of interesting adventures...among them are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- My very FIRST musical experience - Phantom of the Opera with Jenny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SSXxzfx9SLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/j0GdRmSfv-4/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SSXxzfx9SLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/j0GdRmSfv-4/s320/P1010038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270884805913692338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SST3u8Lo1SI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8G7biafWH6I/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SST3u8Lo1SI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8G7biafWH6I/s320/P1010045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270609849731306786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Jenny do you have better pictures...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;-- Rock Climbing with me fellow MASA-rians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SST4Xpzg4_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/XcfPaE1c0Mg/s1600-h/DSCN1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SST4Xpzg4_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/XcfPaE1c0Mg/s320/DSCN1988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270610549172921330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found out that I was afraid of heights when I was at the top! Shy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- Chris Brown and Rihanna's Concert!!! Weeee...this is the highlight of the year!!! Right Diane? Right? Right?? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SSXy7PlYDEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/37SbIW9HZMk/s1600-h/IMG_3988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SSXy7PlYDEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/37SbIW9HZMk/s320/IMG_3988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270886038516534338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SSXzZCeu26I/AAAAAAAAAGU/BeQSvN_wmFE/s1600-h/IMG_4002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SSXzZCeu26I/AAAAAAAAAGU/BeQSvN_wmFE/s320/IMG_4002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270886550395083682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was AWESOME!!~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec6aeeeca02a7117" 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://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec6aeeeca02a7117%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331140310%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33D129282B684660EEAC857078AF6926675AAA0E.17AC5E7B5F84F7623BBE4F68B29F1B5FACF6AC82%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec6aeeeca02a7117%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFAgDaLzybCE-6sR3DlIwJA4K3UQ&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://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec6aeeeca02a7117%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331140310%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33D129282B684660EEAC857078AF6926675AAA0E.17AC5E7B5F84F7623BBE4F68B29F1B5FACF6AC82%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec6aeeeca02a7117%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFAgDaLzybCE-6sR3DlIwJA4K3UQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay...this Chris Brown and Rihanna excitement kinda drained me and killed my flow of thoughts...I'll add more on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG this checking of check list of mine is very demoralizing especially because I havent done/ achieved anything I set out in June! CRAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-2457123420646522893?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ec6aeeeca02a7117&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/2457123420646522893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=2457123420646522893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/2457123420646522893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/2457123420646522893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-on-mspek-lynn-lum.html' title='Update on Ms.Pek Lynn Lum'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SSXxzfx9SLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/j0GdRmSfv-4/s72-c/P1010038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6502153966718352759</id><published>2008-07-18T13:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:02:56.704+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A sense of fulfillment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SSOrc49mG2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/6yhNSESUNh4/s1600-h/PA010658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SSOrc49mG2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/6yhNSESUNh4/s320/PA010658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270244501769034594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five long years! It took me Five Long Years to complete my undergraduate course in Accounting and Economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on my journey, I do feel a sense of accomplishment! Though this success was met by many challenges foreseen and unforeseen, failures and victories, learnings and improvements, I do not regret choosing the path I have thread. In fact, the amount of time, money, effort, tears, Prayers, food and cruses spent during this time I should be happy that all the studying is over! But I must admit I already miss student life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Things that I miss the MOST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studying at the library with friends&lt;/span&gt; - though our intentions were centered on studying, the company of good friends ends up tearing our concentration away from the books to (at that time) Friendster and blogging or simply chatting away as though we had significant topics to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studying at home till the weeee hours of the morning&lt;/span&gt; - I love studying by myself in the comfort of my own personal space. With books and notes scattered all over the floor (an arranged mess) it gives me a sense of motivation and determination as that atmosphere is condusive for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing notes&lt;/span&gt; - OMG! I love writting notes! I'm a feak when it comes to notes writting! I'll have different colored pens and tabs to indicate which part is important, very important and will come out for Finals. And OH don't get me started with highlighters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cafe for breakie and chit chat&lt;/span&gt;- Hmmm.....coffee! I only look forward to morning classes becasue I will get my wonderful freshly brewed cup of coffee from the Union cafe! And after classes/ lectures my friends and I will hang at the cafe to start our chit chat session before going to the library to chat some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uni Toilets&lt;/span&gt; - Its very interesting to sit in the girls toilet becasue of the grafitti on the walls. I do not condone vandalism nor do I understand why people tend to be exteremly open about their feelings in the cubical...I however do find it interesting to read such things. This may be associated with me tendency to read in the loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cute lecturers!&lt;/span&gt; - need I say more? &gt;.&lt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SSO3_JvPquI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4y9T5iMniMo/s1600-h/PA010695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SSO3_JvPquI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4y9T5iMniMo/s320/PA010695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270258284527332066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Things I will NOT miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not earning an income.&lt;br /&gt;Racist people.&lt;br /&gt;Group Assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note before I end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;OMG! I'M A GRADUATE! YAY! ; )&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/7973603769721104162-6502153966718352759?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6502153966718352759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6502153966718352759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6502153966718352759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6502153966718352759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2008/07/sense-of-fulfillment.html' title='A sense of fulfillment!'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SSOrc49mG2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/6yhNSESUNh4/s72-c/PA010658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-1383015044097928410</id><published>2008-06-29T23:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:10:17.409+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's check list (updated!)</title><content type='html'>Peka-Lynna's check list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part one: Education&lt;br /&gt;[/] Complete my degree in Accounting&lt;br /&gt;[/] Graduate from University (in September this will be ticked off)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Brush up and improve my Mandarin speaking, writing and reading skills&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Learn to communicate in Farsi&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Further my studies...postgard in Economics OR CPA??? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two: Family&lt;br /&gt;everything seems fine in this department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part three: Friends&lt;br /&gt;[/] Plan and actually execute our outing idea - Genting Highlands, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;[/] Maintain close relations with my Bestest best friends&lt;br /&gt;[/] Start bugging friends since I have heaps of spare time!&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Plan and execute another outing - Travel Aussie Plan&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Accompany Ah Mei to poll dancing classes &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part four: Spiritual life&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Say Prayers regularly&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Cut down on negative thoughts and ideas&lt;br /&gt;[/] Have more faith in life!&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Reminder: Patience &amp;amp; Forgiveness!! Keep practicing them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part five: Sports/ Recreational/ Health&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Climb Mount Kinabalu, Sabah&lt;br /&gt;[/] Swim near a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;[/] Camp in a jungle&lt;br /&gt;[/] Climb the Sydney Bridge&lt;br /&gt;[/] Regularly join a kick boxing class&lt;br /&gt;[/] Try Go-karting&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Maintain a 60kg weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part six: Career and financial stability&lt;br /&gt;[/] Find a job&lt;br /&gt;[/] Find a job that contributes to the achievement of my ambition&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Buy my mini cooper and call it "Mini-Lynn"&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Buy an investment property&lt;br /&gt;[/] Investment! Investment! Save! Save! Save! Invest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part seven: Social/ love life&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Stop scaring potential mates away...lol&lt;br /&gt;[/] Expand social circle...i.e stop being shy!&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Finding a genuine guy who is sincere&lt;br /&gt;[/] Being proposed to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part eight: travel&lt;br /&gt;[  ] China&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Mongolia (after watching "Mongol" - awesome movie!)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Tuscany&lt;br /&gt;[  ] India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part nine: personal stuff&lt;br /&gt;[/] Be more independent!&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Travel to some place by myself...anywhere far! Wheeeee...adventure!&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Be mature! i.e stop all this "wheeeee" business!&lt;br /&gt;[/] Learn to cook!...and still learning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-1383015044097928410?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1383015044097928410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=1383015044097928410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/1383015044097928410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/1383015044097928410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/lifes-check-list.html' title='Life&apos;s check list (updated!)'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-1506214695911262118</id><published>2008-03-26T17:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:55:55.101+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How embarrasing...</title><content type='html'>I really-really-should-seriously be more self-conscious and NOT sing in public...REALLY!!! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-1506214695911262118?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1506214695911262118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=1506214695911262118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/1506214695911262118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/1506214695911262118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-embarrasing.html' title='How embarrasing...'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6715255311121026845</id><published>2008-02-26T23:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:03:40.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>What would you say...are people these days pessimistic or optimistic or simply indifferent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Globalisation - brought about the technological advancement, globalised trade, increased mobility of labour...etc. However, despite the beneficial outcome of the effects of globalisation, prosperity is not shared EQUALLY! The rich are getting richer and poor being worse off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Competition - just take education for an example, everyone is being educated! Gone are the days when finishing high school is sufficient for us to progress in our professional life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We (man) is a mine rich in gems of inestimable value. EDUCATION alone and cause it to reveal its treasures and enable mankind to benefit there from. (Bahai Writings)&lt;/span&gt; Doesn't that illustrate beautifully the importance of education? That without education, without knowledge, how are we to truly able to develop our spiritual self (i.e moral values/ virtues)? On the other side of the coin, people aren't using knowledge for the betterment of the world! Look at the Doha Round! What came out of that? Only that the US being the dominant "person" taking all the benefits from developing countries and not giving back any...Medical advancement doesn't reach developing countries like Africa who are not financially able to purchase the cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Environment - Whenever you are with nature, it takes your breath away!! I'm not sure about you, but it does for me. I cried once...when I was visiting the rural areas of Malaysia - Sabah, two friends of mine plus myself stayed in a longhouse far far far away from the city. During the night, the stars shone so bright and clear that I could not stop my tears from falling...Nature...isn't that a more than sufficient proof of the existence of a Higher Being? BUT, look and mankind has done to it? When we have it, we do not appreciate it in fact we vandalised it ! What's gonna happen when we do not have the privilege of its beauty?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Security - Do you trust people? Let me give you a scenario, I used a public toilet and let my mobile in the cubical. Before I left, I remembered seeing a male cleaner cleaning the toilet. Half an hour later, when i realised that my mobile was missing I ran back to the toilet but couldn't find it!! I panicked! -- what do you be thinking if you were in my shoes? -- Well, the first thought was, Yay! An excuse to buy a new mobile! But then, there is that hassle of the contact list...then automatically, I thought, probably that cleaner guy took it! The chances of him admitting that he took the phone would be a million to one. However, contradicting to those thoughts, that guy actually called some numbers on the phone so that he could return it to me! Isn't he a NICE guy? I never would have thought that this world would still have honest and kind people like him! This shows that I did not have faith and trust in people. Sad isn't it? I mean, if everyone lived in fear that someone might kill or rob them...what kind of life would we be living? Hence, the part about education comes to play. I'm not talking about material education alone, I am referring to spiritual education which teaches us how to become a better person, to be beacons of light that guides or attracts others to the good side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So what do you think? What with all the turmoil plaguing the world...what do YOU feel about our future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-6715255311121026845?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6715255311121026845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6715255311121026845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6715255311121026845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6715255311121026845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6925047313690640887</id><published>2008-02-16T19:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:36:40.954+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My horoscope states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing will be too much of an obstacle for you, today, as long as you don't show any fear or hesitation. Be flexible, and try to act like you aren't bothered by anything. Anyone who is causing you stress or putting undue pressure on you right now is going to give up soon. They'll give up even sooner if you stand up tall and refuse to be intimidated by them. Match them word for word, meet their gaze, then call their bluff. You can turn things around and find yourself in a very powerful position."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is a turning point for me. Not that I am taking what other people predict to be an answer for my salvation. Its more like a passing breeze that reminds me that with a will, there is always a way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-6925047313690640887?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6925047313690640887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6925047313690640887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6925047313690640887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6925047313690640887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-horoscope-states-nothing-will-be-too.html' title=''/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-714819141895720357</id><published>2008-01-19T00:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T01:10:00.023+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Small world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R5CyL-g9rYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cfnS0_fi0NI/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R5CyL-g9rYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cfnS0_fi0NI/s320/P1010001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156817492168781186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did not know that the world...however large it may seem...is actually...quite small. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture above is my mom, Mei and I at the Sydney Bahai Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I met Mei was back in Malaysia where she was visiting/ studying at that time. And 4 (or so) years later...we meet again...but in a different country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, when people are fated to be friends...this friendship lasts forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-714819141895720357?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/714819141895720357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=714819141895720357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/714819141895720357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/714819141895720357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2008/01/small-world.html' title='Small world'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R5CyL-g9rYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cfnS0_fi0NI/s72-c/P1010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6592083649798188460</id><published>2008-01-06T23:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:59:19.340+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers at the Park</title><content type='html'>It was a great day! The sun was shinning.  The clouds were hiding. The heat was rising.The sun, slowing descending...A wonderful day for some prayers at the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme chosen was "Salutations to Life". Mainly because many many people are taking for granted the gifts we have been endowed on this earth - the "life" that was created on this planet, the feeling of love, the ability to appreciate beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in an era where the main challenge is "materialism". I've noticed that we are so consumed by materialistic achievements...egoism..., that we tend to forget our own roots...the spirituality that dwells within us. It thirst for spiritual growth and moral values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...today was a good day. A great day, in fact! I felt so rejuvenated. And needless to say,  I love the company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R4DNe-g9rUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wgq2hIxl0YA/s1600-h/Photo-0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R4DNe-g9rUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wgq2hIxl0YA/s320/Photo-0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152343905772875074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R4DQPug9rWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-wFy-TIbvq8/s1600-h/Photo-0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R4DQPug9rWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-wFy-TIbvq8/s320/Photo-0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152346942314753378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R4DQfOg9rXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QAV01zOZVl8/s1600-h/Photo-0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R4DQfOg9rXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QAV01zOZVl8/s320/Photo-0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152347208602725746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-6592083649798188460?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6592083649798188460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6592083649798188460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6592083649798188460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6592083649798188460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2008/01/prayers-at-park.html' title='Prayers at the Park'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R4DNe-g9rUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wgq2hIxl0YA/s72-c/Photo-0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-5751731135280331685</id><published>2008-01-05T12:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T14:07:01.703+11:00</updated><title type='text'>peklynn O peklynn what have thou done!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe myself sometimes! How can I be so dumb and yet so smart? Of all the people in the world, I honestly thought better of you! Geez.... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those of you who knew me for a long time (with the exception of one who have developed that ability to understand me within just 2 years, or so, phetpet you know who you are la)...anyway, my parents stared introducing a new language to me when I was in kindergarten and then being parents they must have thought it funny to send me - the ONLY daughter and the youngest in the family to a Chinese School names Lick Hung in Subang Jaya - where I spent most of of life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a normal person would say - Pek Lynn has studied Mandarin for 9 years (1 year for kindergarten, 6 years in primary school and 2 years in high school), hence, it would be fair to say that I was exposed to Mandarin for a fairly long period of time and thus should have the capability to read, write and speak fluently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, NO ONE ever asks OR takes into account the torture that I went through, the daunting experience of my childhood revolved around going to a Chinese school...For those who are studying to be a teacher, you should know that without a proper environment conducive to learning, without good and positive motivation, and being the only one in the family speaking a foreign language in the house...I should not be fully blamed for my lack of interest in my studies during that period of time. Perhaps "lack of interest" is an understatement...heck, my class teacher even laughed at me and called me names when something fell on me which needed 9 stitches on my forehead to seal the hole!! I mean, my primary school experience was one that scared me...one that would never fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, bringing me to my final say that my Mandarin reading and writing skills have all been given back to my teachers as soon as a step foot out of primary school and into utter freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now to my actual purpose as to why I tend to surprise myself sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine found out I knew Mandarin, thanks to my beloved mother, and has asked if I could teach him. Honestly, I was flattered and all but...Me? Mandarin? I would if I could I say...but I guess part of me wanted to help out because he did continued dropping hints about me teaching Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what came over me because I AGREED to help him. I even went to Dymocks - a book store in Australia - and bought a book called "Mandarin Chinese in 30 days".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I can't believe I did that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I do not doubt that I can re-learn Mandarin again. I'm just surprised that even with my horrid past, I am willing to accept it into my life again. Needless to say, its going be a challenge to teach it at the same time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-5751731135280331685?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/5751731135280331685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=5751731135280331685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/5751731135280331685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/5751731135280331685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2008/01/peklynn-o-peklynn-what-have-thou-done.html' title='peklynn O peklynn what have thou done!'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-2036772353828226862</id><published>2007-12-28T15:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:28:23.496+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary dream (sniff)</title><content type='html'>I had the most horrid dream ever - in my entire life - it was horrible - I would say this won the "Scariest Dream Award".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I "woke up" in my bed back home in Malaysia, the soft linen on my face, the smell of Apricot softener calms my mind as I slowly adjust my mind to the current moment, my eyes are closed but I am still aware of my surroundings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly, I felt something move beneath my comforter. My eyes immediately open wide with fear that what I think it is, is actually what it is! I leaped out from bed, inches away from hitting my head on the bed above my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At that moment, I SAW IT! I worst enemy was staring back at me. I wasn't sure whose eyes reflected more fear; it felt like multiple lives passed with both human and rodent transfixed with trepidation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of a sudden, IT LEAPED unto my direction. Reacting to it's move, I was surprised that I did not run the opposite direction or scream until my heart pops out from my mouth, instead I caught it with my bare hands! One hand holding it's upper body which was able to hold it's head still so that it can't bite me, while the other held it's bottom half of the body so that it can't wiggle itself out from my crouches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazed with my reflexes and shocked with my gruesome behavior, I just stood there while the gears in my head shifted and the cogs interlocked to determine an option on how to dispose of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It starts to wiggle! And what seems like an eternity, it wiggles some more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did NOT like the feeling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what happens next is so gruesome and heartless that I find myself wondering if 'that' is my true nature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...With my own hands, I broke that little creature in two hoping that it will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holding it for a few seconds, it moves again! This time, I use my teeth to bite it till it stops moving. I can feel that it's life is slowing draining from it's little body...but I don't feel remorse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A slight grin crosses my face. It can only be seen if you look closely into my eyes...you do know, that your eyes never lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To my horror, it is still alive! Probably near death, but I was not willing to give it a chance to recover. I took it out to the back of my house; I see the neighbor's cat. I forced it to eat the dying rodent held in my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in my room, my heart beating like mad. I start to tear. The feeling of remorse, of cruelty, of regret bombarded me that I could not remember how to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life? What is the reason for my existence?  Who was I? Am I the girl who people see me to be? Or is this all an act? Perhaps I am dysfunctional...perhaps something went wrong along the way which created the monster in me. Perhaps, that sleeping creature has awaken and it wants to be revealed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-2036772353828226862?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/2036772353828226862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=2036772353828226862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/2036772353828226862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/2036772353828226862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2007/12/scary-dream-sniff.html' title='Scary dream (sniff)'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-4852063294250442713</id><published>2007-11-20T13:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:12:35.805+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Na na na...on holiday!</title><content type='html'>Drum roll please!.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely excited to announce that...I-A-M-F-R-E-E!!! Free as a bird! Flying high in the sky! Wheee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;Note to self, grow up! &gt;&lt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disregarding the schoolies week, my friend and I decided to take a nice relaxing holiday at Gold Coast. We stayed at a Holiday Motel situated not 50 steps away from the beach. (how convenient! :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room I choose had the "view" of the ocean (well, I would have had that view if it weren't for the huge trees blocking!). We took a long and slow stroll along the beach...the view was simply magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day,  we went to Dreamworld  and spent half the time lining up for the rides! Geez...it was a real test of patience! I would say, the best-est best ride I ever sat on was the "CLAW" and the wave thing...it made my tummy turn and I was on the verge of vomiting out the sandwich I had for lunch. Needless to say, IT WAS COOL! Can't say the same for my friend though...Poor kid! LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we decided to do what the Aussies do...santan-ing! Despite me being dark enough to be categorized as a Portuguese or Malay or Chin-dian (that's Chinese &amp;amp; Indian parents), I agreed to tag along. I mean, who knows, perhaps I will bump into a cute guy and maybe...perhaps something might come of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R1dnddM6_aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nfd3crYezaw/s1600-h/P1010164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R1dnddM6_aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nfd3crYezaw/s320/P1010164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140691255419403682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...who am I kidding!? I have bad luck with men -- I either find one that is a confused kid telling me "I love you BUT I want to experience being with other people"; this luck problem also includes searching for a non-chauvinistic bastard who wouldn't confront you one day and say "you've changed" but in actual fact did not have a decent courtesy to think of a better reason!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(#insert curse here#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps, I've done it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my holiday at Gold Coast...&lt;br /&gt;Although this trip emptied my pocket, it really helped me relax and de-stress. Certainly, even therapy wouldn't contribute this much effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R1dnddM6_aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nfd3crYezaw/s1600-h/P1010164.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-4852063294250442713?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/4852063294250442713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=4852063294250442713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/4852063294250442713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/4852063294250442713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2007/11/na-na-naon-holiday.html' title='Na na na...on holiday!'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/R1dnddM6_aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nfd3crYezaw/s72-c/P1010164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-3376548837722055662</id><published>2007-11-12T00:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T02:16:43.906+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluctuating madness</title><content type='html'>Being a female is really tough! We have to constantly watch what we eat in fear that our thighs end up like tree trunks! Plus, it does not help that I like food! I love to indulge myself because it makes me happy...sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with me is the fluctuating weight! I can't seem to keep it constant...and if you have read magazines about such disorders, it means that there is a high possibility that I will keep gaining exponentially and end up a professional WWF female opponent in the future! (No offense to anyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin this embarrassing journey with the year 2003:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcMNZjp5dI/AAAAAAAAACg/kl3wOAy0JgI/s1600-h/LcL%27s+Farewel_2003_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcMNZjp5dI/AAAAAAAAACg/kl3wOAy0JgI/s320/LcL%27s+Farewel_2003_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131583724750235090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year: Mid 2003, fats weighing God knows how much!&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcNZpjp5eI/AAAAAAAAACo/uEHamdGZKb8/s1600-h/2004_Lizzie+pek+n+ruha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcNZpjp5eI/AAAAAAAAACo/uEHamdGZKb8/s320/2004_Lizzie+pek+n+ruha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131585034715260386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year: Mid 2004; fat weighing 68kg&lt;/span&gt;  O.o&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcOlZjp5gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TDE7_IMNKDI/s1600-h/2004_David%26Katie%27s+wedding_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcOlZjp5gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TDE7_IMNKDI/s320/2004_David%26Katie%27s+wedding_13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131586336090351106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year: Late 2004; fat weighing...well, I'm sure you can tell by the chubby-ness of my cheeks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcPYZjp5hI/AAAAAAAAADA/qXgBuojpCc8/s1600-h/2005_Mani%26Girley%27s+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcPYZjp5hI/AAAAAAAAADA/qXgBuojpCc8/s320/2005_Mani%26Girley%27s+wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131587212263679506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year: Late 2005; fat weighing 63/62kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcQIZjp5iI/AAAAAAAAADI/HjNQtLiKb60/s1600-h/2006_me_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcQIZjp5iI/AAAAAAAAADI/HjNQtLiKb60/s320/2006_me_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131588036897400354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year: Mid 2006; fat weighing 58kg (thanks to the operation, haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcaGZjp5qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/odgE40SZmUE/s1600-h/My+21st+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcaGZjp5qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/odgE40SZmUE/s320/My+21st+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131598997653939874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year: Late 2006; fat weighing 65kg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcVmZjp5oI/AAAAAAAAAD0/O_1D-81B1B8/s1600-h/MASA_Blue.Mountain_173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcVmZjp5oI/AAAAAAAAAD0/O_1D-81B1B8/s320/MASA_Blue.Mountain_173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131594049851614850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year: 2007; fat weighing 57kg &lt;/span&gt;(I like! :))&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcW_5jp5pI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZoXZcTgaNDM/s1600-h/30Oct_Prep_41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcW_5jp5pI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZoXZcTgaNDM/s320/30Oct_Prep_41.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131595587449906834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year: Oct 2007; fat weighing 63/64kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My conclusion is...life is too short for me to waste my time worrying about my weight - I should embrace what I am and indulge in what life has to offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Unsurprisingly, I am gonna contradict myself as soon as I wake up tomorrow and start a temporary eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That was a joke btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sigh...PekLynn, Oh! PekLynn! What shall I do with you!&lt;br /&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/7973603769721104162-3376548837722055662?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3376548837722055662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=3376548837722055662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/3376548837722055662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/3376548837722055662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2007/11/fluctuating-madness.html' title='Fluctuating madness'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RzcMNZjp5dI/AAAAAAAAACg/kl3wOAy0JgI/s72-c/LcL%27s+Farewel_2003_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6526926182554470199</id><published>2007-11-07T23:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:23:16.003+11:00</updated><title type='text'>An illustration of the life of Pek Lynn - the Disney freak!</title><content type='html'>Growing up as the youngest daughter with two older brothers, naturally, I was the one always left behind with my barbies and Disney movies while the boys are out in the "war field" (dad's garden) attempting to "save" my life (the princess). Well, with that in mind, I guess many people can pretty much figure out why sometimes I act like a princess...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amusing that I could actually describe my life through all the Disney sing-a-long songs...which makes me wonder...Am I living in a fairy tale? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mummy used to tell me that the best way to get her much needed rest when taking care of her three children was to lock us up in one room while she sleeps. And true enough, we would sleep during that span of time...Hence, explaining my deep desire to hibernate! I would say that due to my love for sleep, I developed a habit of dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A dream is a wish your heart makes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwO6kIdgVSU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Do you believe that if we dream of something nice and tell it to someone, that dream will NOT come true? &gt;&lt; Well, to a certain unreasonable extent, I do. Perhaps it is just my way of taking precautions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to that thought, it is clear to understand why I tend to avoid expressing my feelings for a guy I like...or love...whichever. Therefore, if any of you people attempt to ask me such nonsense questions about relationships and crushes, I would generally shun away, as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wont say I'm in love-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-lzcMEcA4U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I would definitely adore the guy who would take me to a nice quiet place overlooking the starry night so that I can make a secret wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When you wish upon a star-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-GtMDLlGRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And if he could sincerely and honestly look into my eyes and promise that he will always be there to provide chocolates when I'm stressed - it will definitely be a plus for him! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cooking. However, to be able to cook something edible is another story. I remember, when I was young, I loved to walk around my dad's garden a pick the prettiest flowers and leaves, place them in a huge pot and start a fire in the garden...yes, a fire. It is such fond memories that reminds me of why I enjoy putting things together to create - art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bippity Bobbity Boo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvcTI3ctK8o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents instilled in my brothers and I the importance of being responsible for our own actions and never feel afraid of making mistakes - after all, it is through such experiences we grow and learn. In life, shit happens. And the best way to handle it is perseverance and optimism. Knowing that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel is a motivational factor to keep moving forward and never look back (i.e. regret).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just keep swimming-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adqLaecr9WY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another motivational factor is knowing that your family and true friends will ALWAYS be there to support and guide us. Plus, what use is it to worry and worry...it does not help solve anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hakuna Matata-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejEVczA8PLU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I shall stop here, if I carry on with my life story, we can keep singing till the cows come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to move it move it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_r2psdrQkM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It has been fun, maybe I'll do this again ;) *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-6526926182554470199?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6526926182554470199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6526926182554470199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6526926182554470199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6526926182554470199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2007/11/illustration-of-life-of-pek-lynn-disney.html' title='An illustration of the life of Pek Lynn - the Disney freak!'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6080439818429936084</id><published>2007-11-05T01:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:52:54.862+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartless generation!</title><content type='html'>Okay...so there I was...walking down the street, singing da de da, ta da, dam da de de dam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a person on my way home one day, and noticed that he was limping. I sincerely felt sad for him and wondered where his family was, whether they are waiting for him at the corner of the road or dashed to buy something at the near by shops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being me, I walked behind him (you can say I was stalking him for a while) wondering where he was going, what he was up to, what is he going to eat for lunch, whether his Ferrari was parked at the corner of the road or if he may need help crossing the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pity. I do not like that feeling as I am a strong believer that  no one person should be looked down upon, it is never known to us our capability and all we can do is persevere and do our best! In any case, who are we (am I) to judge a person?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to overtake him and walk home without looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, when I was having coffee at my favorite Starbucks cafe, drinking my favorite drink - Vanilla Soy Lattle, I heard people screaming and angry shouting. Everything happened so fast, my mind was racing to depict what was happening before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old man (who looked strangely familiar) was running away from a group of young Chinese men, needless to say, they were the ones shouting. They caught up to this man and started whacking him. He dropped to the ground. A hand phone fell off his hand. One of the young men picked it up and continued shouting in vulgar languages. They continued to kick him. He was curled up on the floor trying to protect this head and stomach. Security guards came. They stopped them and pulled the old man up. I was about to tear hence I turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was daunting! I hate seeing people being hurt - may it be physically or emotionally! It is not our place to hurt another person! Nor is it our right to disrespect people who are less advantage than us! I hate the thought that this world is filled with generations who posses a cold heart and most of all I hate that I did not do anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer for guidance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I adjure Thee by Thy might, O my God! Let no harm beset me in times of tests, and in moments of heedlessness guide my steps aright through Thine inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    (Compilations, Baha'i Prayers, p. 28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-6080439818429936084?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6080439818429936084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6080439818429936084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6080439818429936084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6080439818429936084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2007/11/heartless-generation.html' title='Heartless generation!'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6097363609128667875</id><published>2007-10-23T17:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:55:43.821+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times at the park...</title><content type='html'>..MASA's bridge Walk...and then games at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game is called "Arm Link"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Rx2e31tjBUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mIB5WPmQ6R4/s1600-h/P1010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Rx2e31tjBUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mIB5WPmQ6R4/s320/P1010081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124426633165604162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is to stand up with our backs against each other while are arms are linked (as shown in the picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Rx2efFtjBTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g2BWs8WPNLk/s1600-h/P1010080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Rx2efFtjBTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g2BWs8WPNLk/s320/P1010080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124426207963841842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well...trust me, it ain't as easy as it looks. But thank goodness my friend (Salina) is rather small in size and I was able to carry her on my back and push her unto her feet. LOLs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Rx2iaFtjBVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D6WcPSYLVws/s1600-h/P1010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Rx2iaFtjBVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D6WcPSYLVws/s320/P1010082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124430520111007058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our strategy was such that she lean on me, while I try to get unto my feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This process actually took some time as I was stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeees! Stuck! How? Well, beats me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Rx2j2VtjBWI/AAAAAAAAABE/NdbBXfbNVho/s320/P1010083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124432104953939298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...YaY!!... :D)  - I have double chin (sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-6097363609128667875?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6097363609128667875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6097363609128667875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6097363609128667875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6097363609128667875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-times-at-park.html' title='Fun times at the park...'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Rx2e31tjBUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mIB5WPmQ6R4/s72-c/P1010081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6396484107953447133</id><published>2007-10-09T17:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:24:29.768+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secretary of the Malaysian Society 2007/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RwstGVtjBSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TKWwJWpMOko/s1600-h/2007_AGM_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119234988367349026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RwstGVtjBSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TKWwJWpMOko/s320/2007_AGM_me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I gotten myself into??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no complaints ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, does that cup cake look like me? hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-6396484107953447133?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6396484107953447133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6396484107953447133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6396484107953447133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6396484107953447133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2007/10/secretary-of-malaysian-society-200708.html' title='The Secretary of the Malaysian Society 2007/08'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RwstGVtjBSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TKWwJWpMOko/s72-c/2007_AGM_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-3566584527976813716</id><published>2007-10-07T21:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:35:52.748+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecisiveness</title><content type='html'>I said NO! NO NO NO! I will not commit myself to this society again! NO! And I was damn steadfast in my decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran for the secretary position in the Malaysian Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my speech:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------**------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Good evening everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! I am running for the secretary position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with my Personal details:&lt;br /&gt;My name is Lum Pek Lynn. My friends call me Pek Lynn but most people know me as Lynn.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be 22 this coming December. I have a set of parents as well as two older brothers who loves me. Growing up in a family of three men, naturally, I’ve adopted certain masculine characteristics, which, I must say, enhances my ability to strive through tough situations with persistence and vigour. Nevertheless, my mother’s soft and loving nature did have its effect on me too.&lt;br /&gt;I was brought up in a family that values patience, honesty, and dedication. Apart from being supportive, my parents have thought me the importance of being responsible and persevere through any challenges.&lt;br /&gt;Affiliated with a Religious organisation, my father has been a secretary for about 15 years. And his passion for his work has brushed off on me and stirred the interest in that department. It may not be an ambitious role, but I have always dreamed to become a personal assistant or a secretary as I am a meticulous person and I love to keep track on things.&lt;br /&gt;Now, to more Technical details:&lt;br /&gt;-          I have knowledgeable insight to the usage of Microsoft Office.&lt;br /&gt;-          I have been a secretary for a committee before; hence have the experience in the filed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, by combining these two characteristics, I know that I will be able to deliver what is necessary as the secretary of MASA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------**------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Would I get the position? Was it a winning speech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I felt it was very crapy! And I definately embarrassed myself! :"(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-3566584527976813716?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3566584527976813716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=3566584527976813716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/3566584527976813716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/3566584527976813716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2007/10/indecisiveness.html' title='Indecisiveness'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-5196975108914632610</id><published>2007-10-07T21:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:24:13.875+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip up Blue Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RwjBR1tjBRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6q5p2wqPsvE/s1600-h/MASA_Blue.Mountain_81.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118553488726623506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RwjBR1tjBRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6q5p2wqPsvE/s320/MASA_Blue.Mountain_81.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Rwi_3FtjBQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9afVjVgquzI/s1600-h/MASA_Blue.Mountain_28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118551929653495042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Rwi_3FtjBQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9afVjVgquzI/s320/MASA_Blue.Mountain_28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/Rwi_3FtjBQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9afVjVgquzI/s1600-h/MASA_Blue.Mountain_28.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine – the stress building up after vice-chancellor week, the distraught feeling of wanting to know the results of the mid-term paper, the pile of unfinished assignments that needs to be completed as its due date is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine – the sight and sounds of nature! The ones even though can be found back home, but were never really cherished or experienced (heck, after all, most of us are city kids). Imagine, over viewing a landscape of greenery and mountains. How wonderful it would be to witness the Milky Way and shooting stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciating the beauty of nature is something that rejuvenates our very being and with a recharged mind we are able to conquer life’s morbid ness and challenges with profound optimism and perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our journey started at 11:45am where we gathered at the sacred Hungry Jacks of Central station for a voluptuous meal of protein and carbohydrate to keep us energetic during our hike up Blue Mountains. Contrary to MST of public transportation in Malaysia, our train arrived on the dot, we enthusiastically boarded the train and made ourselves comfortable for the two and a half hour ride north west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off at Katoomba, a city where history, art, natural scenery, and café culture merge creating an atmosphere perfect for tourists to explore and experience the leisure of the country side. After a quick bite, our adventure began as we headed for Echo Point to visit the Three Sisters and a breathtaking view of Jamison Valley! Later on, we caught another bus to Scenic World where we choose to indulge ourselves by going on to the steepest funicular railway. As we descended the tracks, we could witness Jamison Valley from a unique view, observing the clear blue sky that touches the vastness of trees like on a canvas. We tracked our way around the bushwalking rail that led us to the Skyway which was our transport back up to the entrance of Scenic World. On the skyway, we were able to view part of Jamison Valley, Katoomba Falls, the Three Sisters and Orphan Rock and as a bonus these were enhanced by the emerging of a sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our tour came to an end, we embarked on our next destination – Peter Myer’s home for a BBQ dinner, drinks and cigies and a bon fire to augment a comfortable social atmosphere. Unfortunately, our grumbling tummies were being tested the virtue of patience as we had to wait a full hour and a half for a train to arrive. Our patience was paid off as the train arrived on the dot and thus we continued our journey to Peter’s house located near Mount Victoria station. It was roughly a 10 minute walk in the dark as there were no street lights to light our way. Nevertheless, there were no complains as we were able to witness the Milky Way and a starry night sky. The sight was simply magnificent and thus words are neither sufficient nor capable of describing its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon our arrival, the beef stakes, lamb stakes, sausages and etc were laid on the table waiting to be eaten (no offence to vegetarians). Need less to say, we ate like kings! After dinner, majority of us sat around the bon fire, initially playing drinking games and then moved on to something more morbid – ghost story-telling. In the mean time, the remainder of us was lazing around in the house listening to Peter and Garm as they played the organ, while also attempting to imitate their proficiency with that musical instrument. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the clock striked 10pm, we began our journey back to the city...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-5196975108914632610?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/5196975108914632610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=5196975108914632610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/5196975108914632610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/5196975108914632610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2007/10/trip-up-blue-mountains.html' title='Trip up Blue Mountains'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RwjBR1tjBRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6q5p2wqPsvE/s72-c/MASA_Blue.Mountain_81.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-1615994449505789401</id><published>2007-08-03T20:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:03:14.377+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RrMKSuAUvUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sa_4J-u0nLk/s1600-h/popo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094426920189476162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RrMKSuAUvUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sa_4J-u0nLk/s320/popo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving – Kind – Friendly – Determined – Independent – Courageous – Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are among the many virtues that my popo posses and have persistently practiced through out her life. Her love for her children and grandchildren is limitless. Her kindness is never prejudiced by race, gender or even age. Her ability to create conversation and be friendly with people and even strangers made her well known in my neighborhood – more so among the taxi drivers. Her determination burns like fire within her thus even her old age and weak legs can never deter her from calling a taxi and travel around town. No doubt with her condition, we were constantly worried about her safety especially with the increase of snatch theft around Subang, however her courageous character never deterred her from doing what she has set her mind to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the youngest in the family of two brothers and five cousins, it is normally assumed that I’d receive preferential treatment. On the contrary, this was never the case for my popo, as she loved and spoilt us all equally. Her memory surpasses ours as she would diligently remember all our birthdays and our favorite food – whereas, us younger generations rely on mobile reminders or PDAs. More often than not, she would go through the hassle to prepare our favorite dishes for dinner which, by the way, involves a systematic process that must be followed to achieve the desired outcome. I never did follow her instructions as it took up time…however; I’m starting to make it a point to practice her style of cooking as it is a skill that she has passed down and a legacy that will endure through time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is definitely an admirable character, and her achievement in life can be portrayed through our love and loyalty towards her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-1615994449505789401?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1615994449505789401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=1615994449505789401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/1615994449505789401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/1615994449505789401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-grandma.html' title='My grandma'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/RrMKSuAUvUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sa_4J-u0nLk/s72-c/popo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-6176891758372398639</id><published>2007-08-03T18:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:42:50.978+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Flies (extract from my previous blog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flies...I hate them! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In regard to my extreme dislike towards these vile insects, I’ve taken the liberty to investigate the mysterious occurrence of their unrelenting persistence to disrupt privacy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The question is…WHY are flies attracted to human beings?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of our body odor? Could it be the color of our clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Hence, my first attempt to solve this obscurity, I decided to take a long walk around the bay WITHOUT any deodorant (may God have mercy). Even though I wasn’t astonished by the sudden attack of the swarm of flies, I was horrified by the number and their diligence in annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conclusion for day one: Use deodorant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprayed on my trusty Rexona deodorant and left the house smelling “Mountain Fresh”.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was particularly pleasant today and unlike previous days the wind was forceful and yet it felt extremely relaxingly. I was surprised that even with my weight, the wind was capable of blowing me off the bridge – literally. Thankfully, I had a firm grip onto the railing which reduced the risk of facing my fear of swimming in waters where I can’t see the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let us get back to more pressing matters. Using deodorant today does seem to handle the pesky problem, however I was not satisfied by their sudden dismissal, there was something going on and I need to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conclusion for day two: Use deodorant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA!! I knew it! My intuition never fails me! THE FLIES ARE BACK!! And they brought another army to back them up! My mountain freshness was unable to restrain them from me. Every garbage bin and poo I walked by seem to increase the intensity of the party that has been going on around my head since I crossed the bridge. I was getting dizzy. I felt faint. I needed water…What is so good about me that flies just couldn’t resist bugging the hell out of me? I mean, who would give up poo over some girl for crying out loud!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conclusion for day three: it has occurred to me that deodorant doesn’t help keep off these pesky flies except to maintain my mountain freshness every time I sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the strong winds that day that prevented them from interfering in peoples’ lives. Maybe someone should create a device – a hat with a fan or a fly proof armor, I bet they will be able to establish a successful cash/ profit generating company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conclusion for day four: Staying home and coming up with assumptions will never lead to anywhere fruitful. I have the leave the house if I want to do a proper research!&lt;br /&gt;Dang! I have to face my nemesis again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now I know why people who live here “exercise” so frequently. It’s because they are trying to run away from these flies! It has to be the reason! That’s the only way the flies can’t catch up...&lt;br /&gt;I attempted a run around the bay; unfortunately my stamina allowed me to barely reach the end of the bridge where I had to stop and gasp for air. Before I knew it, the flies attacked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conclusion for day five: I’m not going out there anymore! At least until the winds come back to Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O my god! I saw the cutest thing!&lt;br /&gt;There was thing guy. He was holding a small twig. The twig had a few leaves. It looked rather pathetic come to think of it. But anyway, this guy was using that twig to brush those blasted flies away! That man is a genius!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s salt! They are attracted to our salty sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...maybe I’ll try smothering myself with honey and see if we are correct.&lt;br /&gt;Nah...I doubt i'm in the mood for more adventures...especially with bees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-6176891758372398639?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6176891758372398639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=6176891758372398639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6176891758372398639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/6176891758372398639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2007/08/flies-extract-from-my-previous-blog.html' title='Flies (extract from my previous blog)'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7973603769721104162.post-5754289928365515968</id><published>2007-08-03T17:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:59:34.884+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know when YOU WILL GET EATEN!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suppose that can be my distinguishing line as I commonly apply it to my obsessive compulsion to regard people around me as untrustworthy until proven otherwise – which (unfortunately) is highly unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part about life being as sweet as chocolates can be rather deceiving in my point of view – then again I may be contradicting myself again – I see and understand that life is a gift from God as a token of His love for us hence it should be celebrated and lived to its fullest potential. However, life is NEVER sweet and simple as we hoped, as God (as His token of His love…) occasionally tests our potentials and capacities. Sometimes I feel that He has high expectations on me as the tests that I face in life tends to stray on a path which leads me to failure…however contrary to my thoughts, He has been kind and the only reason why I feel dejected and demoralized about my own un-achievements is because I was on a verge of giving up all hope and faith in Him and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree that in life our experiences whether bad or good is balanced? i.e. we experience an equal amount of sufferings as well as happiness. Nevertheless being human we tend to focus on the negative aspects of our lives hence giving us an impression that our life sucks more so than others. In a way, we are creating more misery for ourselves because we befriended self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the devil am I talking about? Beats me…its life! Nothing is what it seems…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7973603769721104162-5754289928365515968?l=pekalynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/feeds/5754289928365515968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7973603769721104162&amp;postID=5754289928365515968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/5754289928365515968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7973603769721104162/posts/default/5754289928365515968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekalynna.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-life.html' title='Dear Life'/><author><name>peka-lynna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983922294751835908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPycXjOM36w/SalAj0LwLRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pgAKRKEwA1I/S220/MASA_Blue.Mountain_171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
