<?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-9108160</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:31:45.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Way..</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is like a box of chocolate, you'll never know what you gonna get..

Dream what you want to dream; 
Go where you want to go; 
Be who you want to be;
Live your life your way..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>295</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-7546424570369641995</id><published>2011-04-24T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:26:51.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish</title><content type='html'>I was fired before I knew I was expecting a junior, I'm currently 15 weeks, I'm bored staying at home, I cannot get a job because no one will take in a pregnant woman.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I'm asking is to for a 1 week break back to the place I grew up for some cravings that couldn't satisfy me here and before my tummy is too big to travel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it requires you to take a few days of your already negative annual leave but isn't marriage is about compromising? I wont be seeing my family and go back to my hometown until next year and this is really important to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will never understand how I felt because this is your home and everyone related to you are here.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-7546424570369641995?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7546424570369641995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=7546424570369641995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/7546424570369641995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/7546424570369641995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2011/04/selfish.html' title='Selfish'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-8861960477249180497</id><published>2011-04-19T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:26:32.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not</title><content type='html'>I have to write this down somewhere. I don't want it to be in my heart thought I know it always will. At least a part of it will be here forever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not telling what and who and how and when but all I want to say is, all my life I never knew what it feels like to hate someone because I don't like the feeling hatred and I believe everything can be forgiven and find its own solution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forgive and forget what you've done. I thought you were nice. Yes you were but only under certain circumstances. I saw the other side of you and I saw an evil person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being the first. I will never be the same because of you. You made me realised how evil and fake a person can be. You made the most important day in my life less perfect when it should have been perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will never replace anyone in my life because you are not them and you never will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taught not to hold grudge towards anyone but trust me, this is the only grudge I will hold till the day I step into my grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-8861960477249180497?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8861960477249180497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=8861960477249180497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8861960477249180497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8861960477249180497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-will-not.html' title='I will not'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-6374000284524837417</id><published>2010-06-14T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:19:45.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>There's no right or wrong in life, its just choices. Is that right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how else and what else I should do to please you. Now I finally know getting married is not about the 2 of us, its about the 2 families. I don't know what triggered you to cry in front of all the relatives that night about your son moving out issue.. But I know those tears are real. I know you are sad, you're afraid because all your life you only focus on your son. Your daughter is already a gone case and you put all you hope on your son. Hoping that he will stay with you after he got married and you can see him everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm not a mum yet, I won't know how it felt if things like this happened to me. I'm sure every mum will feel unhappy too, it's gonna take a while to accept, but I think what triggers you is the fact that now your life is left with total emptiness because you don't have many friends, you got no hobby, all your life is just about your son. In other words you took really well care of him. Now that I'll be doing what you have been doing, in a way I'm stealing your son away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did feel bad too. But what can I do? I'm not in a very good shape too. Not only did your life changed. My life has changed completely too. Things will NEVER be the same. I'm not saying I've already accepted my new life here, I'm trying my best because I know I had to. I hope you will feel the same too.. Be glad that you are just staying 6 blocks away from your son.. not a few thousand miles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-6374000284524837417?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6374000284524837417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=6374000284524837417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6374000284524837417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6374000284524837417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2010/06/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-6419383574442346677</id><published>2010-05-10T17:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:05:30.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.. and sorry..</title><content type='html'>Hey dad,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what else should I say to thank you for all that you've done for me and Dan. I'm holding my tears now because I'm in the office and I don't wanna explain and embarrass myself in front of everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost every time after I spoke to you, I wanna cry. It happened so naturally that I felt really guilty for taking so much of your money to just pay the downpayment for a tiny apartment here where its equivalent to the property price of a really nice condo back in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for making you sell off one of your property which you have been collecting rental from.. I'm sorry for moving so far away from home which I know you are very sad and broke your heart and make you really disappointed with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my life, I don't have to worry about anything.. I really mean anything. We are not very rich but you never let us worry about anything before. Even when I get into trouble, someone will sort out for me.. you are one of them. All I have to worry is who I'm gonna marry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know being married to Dan is not who you expect me to marry. But I hope you know that I chose him because I really love him and I know you have no doubts about my choice. You're just worried that am i able to survive in HK while you're so far away and couldn't watch and help me like you always do.. Don't worry dad.. I can survive here.. You and mum taught me well.&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/9108160-6419383574442346677?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6419383574442346677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=6419383574442346677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6419383574442346677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6419383574442346677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you-and-sorry.html' title='Thank you.. and sorry..'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-8531502087554545535</id><published>2010-02-10T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:55:45.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world</title><content type='html'>Has it been 3 months since I left home already?&lt;div&gt;So much has happened. really too much to mention here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm good. Trying my very best to cope with my new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No worries whoever who's reading this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-8531502087554545535?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8531502087554545535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=8531502087554545535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8531502087554545535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8531502087554545535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-world.html' title='Hello world'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-542174561562427280</id><published>2009-09-07T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:45:28.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>For the first few weeks in HK, I was really happy but now.. I'm not sure.&lt;div&gt;The problem now is I cannot blame anyone for all that has happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of asking and asking and keep asking for things that I want which won't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think there will be any surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I will be surprise if there's any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so bored and I just wanna go home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-542174561562427280?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/542174561562427280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=542174561562427280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/542174561562427280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/542174561562427280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-9110106717675701060</id><published>2009-07-29T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:28:00.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless</title><content type='html'>I'm officially jobless for 1 whole month, hahaha.. I don't know what was I doing. The first few days was kinda boring but eventually I get the hang of it, of being doing nothing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was busy watching series, True Blood, Heroes and TVB series, movies, finish up my unfinished keroro comic, books and etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, and I officially missed my flight to Melbourne which is yesterday, congratulations. I shall book again for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for August, to see my bf and gonna live in HK for 2 months, the longest of all trip! SO excited how everything is gonna be like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-9110106717675701060?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9110106717675701060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=9110106717675701060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/9110106717675701060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/9110106717675701060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2009/07/jobless.html' title='Jobless'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-2768996735510793496</id><published>2009-06-27T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:30:18.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day</title><content type='html'>I sent out email informing all my clients about my resignation on Thursday evening. On Friday morning, I received calls from them. Everyone kept asking me the same question, why, where, when etc etc. I know, I will be missed and of course for sure I will miss working with all of you. In a way, I'm sad because I'm leaving the company though its not the best company ever. I'm really touched when some clients actually offer some contacts they have in HK to me.. Thanks. I really appreciate that. In other way I'm happy too because I'm about to step on a journey of no turning back, a brand new chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be facing life with months of not working, not having income and living on my savings. Honestly, that scares me. It still does. But like what I've said to myself thousand times over and over again, don't look back and respect my own decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my last day with 2 of my colleagues and a voice talent. I'm really grateful for the Thai dinner she bought us. Like what she said, how often do I quit my job.. hahaha.. It was really really good. This place is out of no where in Sg Buloh with factories and villages in there. I'm surprise how she can even find that place. On our way back, I had this first time experience in my life. Sitting in a BMW convertible, with the roof open in Malaysia! Wow.. even when I was in Aussie I never had that chance. I always thought it is cool to sit in that kinda car, I did it today! It was weird to do this in Malaysia, with the concern of road safety and amount of carbon monoxide we're inhaling but what the heck, life's short and I love it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-2768996735510793496?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2768996735510793496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=2768996735510793496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2768996735510793496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2768996735510793496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day.html' title='Last day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-3393936225562823069</id><published>2009-06-09T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:14:17.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will miss everything</title><content type='html'>I was calling talents and booking them for recording, running around for scripts and looked busy. Well I was at that time. Suddenly a talent asked me will I miss what I'm doing now after I left the company? I answered no but actually, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the "busyness", the people and the place of course. I don't know if I'm gonna have this kind of homely office in the future and most of all, I don't know how's my next jobs is gonna be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many question marks in my head and I just wish someone could clear it up for me. So many uncertainties in my life now and I don't like this feeling. I don't know if its all worth it.. I really don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-3393936225562823069?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3393936225562823069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=3393936225562823069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3393936225562823069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3393936225562823069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-will-miss-everything.html' title='I will miss everything'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-1414230867988714472</id><published>2009-06-05T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:08:04.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night</title><content type='html'>I'm wondering.. Is it normal to stay at home on a Friday night and plus tomorrow is a public holiday? Maybe age is catching up, I don't feel like staying out late. Shit. I could have a night with nice food and entertainment but instead I chose to went take away and stay home and have my own peace. So not normal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I forgot to update since my last post haha.. Totally, completely, absolutely forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day would be end of this month. End of June. Yayyyyyy. I don't know why I'm so happy at seriously cos I'd be jobless and that means no income and that means I can only live on my savings. Sometimes I'm not sure if I made the right choice but since all is done, I'll go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentatively, my plan for July would be travelling. Hehe.. I'll be in Singapore, KL and Melbourne. I'll be heading to HK for maybe 2 months in August. Actually I know what's gonna happen next, my bf is gonna propose and I'll say yes and then we'll be getting married! So predictable ya.. no surprise.. We even talked about when to sign the papers and when the actual wedding is gonna be held. We sorta skipped the propose part first because we're in 2 different places. I can't really expect him to fly over for 1 day just to propose and fly back. Economically, it's a waste of money but honestly, it would be great if he did haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for the next 1 year I'll be travelling alot because of the wedding. It's my own wedding and I can't expect my family to do it for me, right? That just gives me more reason to come back.. We wanted to get the R.O.M done in January in HK but right now I cannot announce yet cos he hasn't propose and the KL wedding will be in May and HK side in June but that's all what we think.. For now, I shall say nothing first.. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-1414230867988714472?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1414230867988714472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=1414230867988714472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1414230867988714472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1414230867988714472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-night.html' title='Friday night'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-2030103530107422215</id><published>2009-05-07T11:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:29:53.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates - Family</title><content type='html'>So many things happened lately and every time when I have the urge to blog, something came up and I always put this blog at the last of my list. Now I'm here blogging from work, maybe this is the best time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first. I'm an aunty now! Lil Jack has arrived in this world on the 17th of April. That explains why I was busy, running around the hospital, helping mum to do house work, etc etc. Here's a pic of him.&lt;br /&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SgJdGreAVzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MwwnbBCh0Jk/s1600-h/DCF_0665.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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SgJdGreAVzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MwwnbBCh0Jk/s320/DCF_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332927278089262898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack Nelson Hyrsky&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/9108160-2030103530107422215?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2030103530107422215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=2030103530107422215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2030103530107422215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2030103530107422215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates-life.html' title='Updates - Family'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SgJdGreAVzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MwwnbBCh0Jk/s72-c/DCF_0665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-356029417772246528</id><published>2009-03-15T18:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:26:42.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halt for now</title><content type='html'>Nothing happened is the problem. I guess I'm starting to get sick of long distance relationship. I know, how can I do it all these years?  I'm sure I changed a lil, so did he. I got lesser and lesser topic to talk to you and forgot how to make you laugh anymore. Maybe this is the too-long-didnt-see sickness. 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always said if 2 person has been in a relationship for sometime, its either they get married and move on the next level or thats it. Its so unfair to me. I can't just give up now. And I can't force someone to marry me and kept pushing him if he's not ready. Before that I thought, wow I'm so ready to take this relationship to a new chapter of my life, but I've been waiting and waiting and waiting and now I decided to stop waiting. I'll just enjoy myself with my life until the day you are ready. Who knows if that day will come or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm getting impatient is because I don't see why we can't. After all the book about one month to live, the more I wanna cherish every moment. There's no such thing as ready. What I believe is if that 2 person is really in love, then anything is possible. If we'll have to wait till everything is ready, some things will be different. Maybe he don't get it and want things to be perfect but I decided to keep my mouth shut, just to have the little bit of pride to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is don't hope too much. That'll make you feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-356029417772246528?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/356029417772246528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=356029417772246528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/356029417772246528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/356029417772246528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2009/03/halt-for-now.html' title='Halt for now'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-6390475456814075694</id><published>2009-03-10T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:28:55.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Today is one of the emo day. Normally rainy days will make me emo but this time, a recording. I was recording this personal album of a 50 years old lady which has super nice and warm voice and she sang lots of old songs. After she sang the song light of my life, she cried in the  booth while explaining why she chose this as one of the song in the album. It reminds her of her father. Actually when she was crying, I wanted to because it makes me very emo. I was holding my tears and was sobbing but no one knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder what if I'm at her position and everyone will have that moment because people can't be with you forever. That's just life. It makes me treasure the people around me even more so that we live with lesser regrets in our lives. Though that's what I've been doing, spending time with family and friends whenever I can because we'll never know when's the next time we'll see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been having lots of deep thoughts about death. I got this book few weeks back by Kerry &amp;amp; Chris Shook - One month to live. I haven't read the book yet but I think it should be nice and hope I'll be inspired by then. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days I've been so obsessed with Mousehunt, the game in facebook which I need to catch some mouse using different traps and cheese. Maybe it was my luck, I didn't get anything at all. I played this game since last year and there are giveaways events such as new year, valentines and now, their first anniversary which you can win cash. Nothing since last year. I got so angry and kept complaining to everyone with all the why and why and more whys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then come to a conclusion when the event finally ends. In life, we don't get what we wanted so easily, same as this game. I really shouldn't be so obssesed with it. It's just a game afterall. If I get it, I get it. If I don't, accept it and stop making as if they hate me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the emo and so-called "inspired" post. Time to shower and have some good sleep since I haven't been sleeping well for the past few days because of the obsession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-6390475456814075694?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6390475456814075694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=6390475456814075694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6390475456814075694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6390475456814075694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-5368469894791788039</id><published>2009-02-27T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:25:25.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我把自己弄丢了</title><content type='html'>有时候写着日记，感觉自己在对着自己说话。&lt;br /&gt;说一些无所谓的话给自己听，也是为了纪念某些可以遗弃的旧记忆。&lt;br /&gt;一直都觉得没人能读懂我，心可以孤独地活着。&lt;br /&gt;当个心灵的独舞者，一路奔放就不会牵牵绊绊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;写字其实是孤独的，因为不想言诉，所以选择无言，化成文字。&lt;br /&gt;彼时的情，此时的忆，挥落在尘土散去的空间，我迷惘的双眼看不见自己的灵魂在飞舞，听不见心与心之间的对话，感觉不到眼与眼之间的瞬间，我把自己弄丢了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-5368469894791788039?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5368469894791788039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=5368469894791788039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5368469894791788039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5368469894791788039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='我把自己弄丢了'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-1168444185739293499</id><published>2009-01-19T23:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:32:20.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zorbing</title><content type='html'>It all started with an invitation in facebook and the next thing I did was send out to all friends that I thought would be interested. It requires us to pay in advance in order to play this zorb thing and so we did haha.. It's only RM40 compared to NZD45.. so wtf.. just do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I gave my first time to Zorb. It took place in Gemas Golf resort. I woke up at 6am and we meet up the rest at the Sg. Besi toll. It took us 2 freaking hours to reach there but it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to this roll down the slope, we finally know how it feels like to be Rhino the hamster in Bolt the movie.&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSlefNGFlI/AAAAAAAAANo/YgEfW3_xnYA/s1600-h/DSC09618.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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSlefNGFlI/AAAAAAAAANo/YgEfW3_xnYA/s320/DSC09618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037405258258002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inflating the ball.....&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSle2WYBQI/AAAAAAAAANw/Twatu3LLwvI/s1600-h/DSC09626.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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSle2WYBQI/AAAAAAAAANw/Twatu3LLwvI/s320/DSC09626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037411471197442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2 hamsters wanna be..&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSlfDyA7DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/BBjnRBIh1tY/s1600-h/DSC09622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSlfDyA7DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/BBjnRBIh1tY/s320/DSC09622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037415076785202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11am. It's hot like oven inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't pay any cash for this I would have chicken out. The more I see the ball roll before my turn, my heart beats even faster. The moment I was in the ball I told myself that IF YOU CAN DO THIS, YOU CAN DO ANYTHING. And so I did. I'm so pround of myself hahaaa...&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSg2PeDuOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/geoDwyAbUZs/s1600-h/DSC09641.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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSg2PeDuOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/geoDwyAbUZs/s320/DSC09641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293032315793160418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Die die la...&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSg1R7MCRI/AAAAAAAAANA/1psCOk31gYg/s1600-h/DSC09611.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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSg1R7MCRI/AAAAAAAAANA/1psCOk31gYg/s320/DSC09611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293032299272341778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hole is that small, I have to pretty much "zoom" in from far or I'll get stuck.&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSg16mIpCI/AAAAAAAAANI/i8NqfVfRxgI/s1600-h/DSC09646.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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSg16mIpCI/AAAAAAAAANI/i8NqfVfRxgI/s320/DSC09646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293032310189892642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting the harness done as safe as possible. Heartbeat = 200bpm!!!!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSg2plWaEI/AAAAAAAAANY/4DoaABgZFFw/s1600-h/DSC09647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSg2plWaEI/AAAAAAAAANY/4DoaABgZFFw/s320/DSC09647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293032322803066946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for sending us off, peeps.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSg3A7gYhI/AAAAAAAAANg/nxCeUAO-lTg/s1600-h/DSC09650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSg3A7gYhI/AAAAAAAAANg/nxCeUAO-lTg/s320/DSC09650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293032329070010898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just kept rolling and rolling and rolling..&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSlfcwhUyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/b-JTz6PzeTo/s1600-h/DSC09614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSlfcwhUyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/b-JTz6PzeTo/s320/DSC09614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037421781406498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, all the first time zorber in Malaysia!!!&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/9108160-1168444185739293499?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1168444185739293499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=1168444185739293499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1168444185739293499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1168444185739293499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2009/01/zorbing.html' title='Zorbing'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SXSlefNGFlI/AAAAAAAAANo/YgEfW3_xnYA/s72-c/DSC09618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-3791347997438587785</id><published>2009-01-12T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:12:00.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's Good!</title><content type='html'>I have been really busy these days but just wanna jot down a few words! I'm good.. I'm fine.. I'm great.. I'm ok.. Overall everything has been good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in HK to see the bf last month for Christmas.. I have hid the previous post because.. it was too emo and sigh.. I changed my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should end this  post with my latest pic cos I'm lazy too type further.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SWtcrbJbg8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/MX6wGEGs7xk/s1600-h/DSC00501.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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SWtcrbJbg8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/MX6wGEGs7xk/s320/DSC00501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290424088368219074" 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/9108160-3791347997438587785?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3791347997438587785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=3791347997438587785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3791347997438587785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3791347997438587785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2009/01/everythings-good.html' title='Everything&apos;s Good!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SWtcrbJbg8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/MX6wGEGs7xk/s72-c/DSC00501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-6532544235222372795</id><published>2008-11-14T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:57:52.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>I didn't sleep well yesterday. I have visitors. Some people might think I'm crazy but I swear I saw things I've never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, after I hung up the phone after a long chat with the bf. The next thing happened was there were many many many "objects" talking to me. I prefer to call them aliens, or maybe there is a better word to describe, at least not that I know of. Obviously when this happens, a normal human reaction would be - scared. I know I was half conscious that time, but I don't know what were they talking about, it sounds gibberish to me and I have no clue at all and not intending to find out. So I pray that they'll go away. They did after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at my glass door. Shit how am I supposed to describe how they left?? Imagine photocopy machine.. That kinda light. It was middle of the night and I saw it twice next to my door. It freaks me out. This is like what I've always seen in the movie, when the others goes back to the UFOs.. the light will bring them up or suck them up or something. The next part was even exciting. I know the possibility of UFO in my room sounds very stupid but the next thing I saw was lights with many many colors spinning in a very fast speed, roughly the size of football on top of my ceiling. It moved around and spin even faster and it disappeared when I blink my eyes. It was that fast. It might not be UFO because of its size but then what was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, I know I'm more prone to all these negative energy which means they allow me to see them once in a while. There were a period of time where I can smell them. Every time during the presence of "the others", I smell fishy smell, as fishy as blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only logic explanation to all these encounters of i-dunno-how-many-times, is that I was tired and tiredness makes me hallucinate. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-6532544235222372795?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6532544235222372795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=6532544235222372795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6532544235222372795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6532544235222372795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-2665210259912106284</id><published>2008-11-13T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:31:15.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>I was so angry today. My hotmail account was hacked for the third time this year. I wonder wtf is the problem. Could it be just a random script who hid inside both my pc and mac and hack it whenever they like or was it a real human who's so free and kept doing it every now and then to me? Whoever and whatever you are, fuck you x infinity x loop it for as long as the earth spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The departure of Jim Clancy in ghost whisperer makes me even sadder. Why why why? Eventhough he's such a redundant role in the show but he's such a sweet and supportive husband.. I almost burst into tears during the shot where Melinda saw his ghost. Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am now listening to Chipmunks Christmas songs.. makes me feel so much better after all these anger the whole day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-2665210259912106284?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2665210259912106284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=2665210259912106284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2665210259912106284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2665210259912106284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-3075831213913892654</id><published>2008-11-10T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:32:35.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>The moody Tracy is here, pms-ing. I guess its this few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody leads to emo. While I was emo-ing, I miss Buddy. And missing Buddy makes me cry. Its been 2 months, I can't believe he left just like that. Time heals but it can never make me forget how painful it was. If I can exchange something to touch you one last time now. I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRhF1mhLl3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1beuoCYKlzw/s1600-h/DSC02034.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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRhF1mhLl3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1beuoCYKlzw/s320/DSC02034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267036551384897394" 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/9108160-3075831213913892654?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3075831213913892654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=3075831213913892654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3075831213913892654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3075831213913892654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRhF1mhLl3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1beuoCYKlzw/s72-c/DSC02034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-8668332615582130145</id><published>2008-11-09T13:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:20:55.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>稻香之旅</title><content type='html'>I spent my few days in Alor Star. At first it was mum's idea to go visit her hometown then I was inspired by Jay's song - 稻香 (Dao Xiang) and thought maybe its good to give myself a short break and head north to smell the paddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRZyxAYMfgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WO3glqjBo2w/s1600-h/DSC09437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRZyxAYMfgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WO3glqjBo2w/s320/DSC09437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266523000497012226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People in small town tend to be so much nicer and warmer. Most important, they are themselves. They are real. At least I don't feel that they have barrier and that so-called defense wall like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I don't have to worry about how shitty I look when I go out, I walked straight out to the market with my pyjamas without combing my hair, brushing my teeth and washing my face. It feels soooo damn good.&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRZyxT_3THI/AAAAAAAAAMI/22BLPLmWeuw/s1600-h/DSC09447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRZyxT_3THI/AAAAAAAAAMI/22BLPLmWeuw/s320/DSC09447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266523005763669106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRZyzBwE3PI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MbK_MXeNyRM/s1600-h/DSC09463.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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRZyzBwE3PI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MbK_MXeNyRM/s320/DSC09463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266523035225349362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRZyyb287pI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nEN2328uGZs/s1600-h/DSC09451.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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRZyyb287pI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nEN2328uGZs/s320/DSC09451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266523025053642386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked mum how old is this tree. Its as old as long as she can remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRZyyCElcSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yXNJN3_H9co/s1600-h/DSC09448.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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRZyyCElcSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yXNJN3_H9co/s320/DSC09448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266523018131501346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandfather's clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I grew up in the city, so I'll never know and never understand how people live in small town feels like. Visiting to these places makes me appreciate where I am now. I remembered the trip back to China, dad's hometown was great. It was 5 years ago. I got to see the aunty I met for the second time in my life and cousins that I never knew existed. Sometimes I wonder what would I be if my grandfather didn't bring my dad to Malaysia? Will I be like the rest of the cousins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed that I know how both my parents grow up and maybe why I'm me and nothing really matters as long as you're happy no matter where you are!&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/9108160-8668332615582130145?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8668332615582130145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=8668332615582130145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8668332615582130145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8668332615582130145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='稻香之旅'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SRZyxAYMfgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WO3glqjBo2w/s72-c/DSC09437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-3300050899065239089</id><published>2008-11-03T19:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:17:03.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Aussie Aussie</title><content type='html'>The recording yesterday ended at 230am. I was super tired. First, I'm aging, so I can't stay up late like I used to as those days. Second, the levels of the whole recording is making my ears and brain very drained. Thanks to this super deaf musician. It's reaching the level where my ear actually hurts a lil and he still said louder.. Niama.. but the whole night I didn't give a shit on anything else besides wishing the clock could tick faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at almost 330am and got up at 8am! I'm supposed to start work at 1pm since I worked late but I went to work at 10am. What an workaholic. I couldn't sleep. My body has its own clock and automatically woke up. No matter how I try to make myself to fall asleep again, it didn't work and the next thing I know is I'm on the way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stay past 12am today. Air Asia is giving free tickets to Perth, Gold Coast and Melbourne. I missed it the time before and I'm not gonna miss it this time!! I'll get ready my credit card and flying date and click buy when I found the "0" fare option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia, here I come again! Told ya I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-3300050899065239089?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3300050899065239089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=3300050899065239089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3300050899065239089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3300050899065239089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/aussie-aussie-aussie.html' title='Aussie Aussie Aussie'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-8329959113248283904</id><published>2008-11-02T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:26:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night</title><content type='html'>Sunday supposed to be relaxed and chilled.. BUT.. Somehow some assholes will screw up your weekend once in a while. The whole day of doing nothing and the thought of I have to work at this miserable hour of 11pm makes me wanna puke. 11pm is the time I'm getting ready to sleep. I don't mind if it has to be a weekend job, but not like this. Fuck whoever celebrity you are. And so happened all the males in the company are out station. Such a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the cursing and swearing since Friday (the day I know I have to do this recording), the curse actually worked a little bit. It wasn't 11pm but 9pm. One vocalist coming at 9 and the other one coming at 11. Still...... I was cursing it to cancel or postponed till weekday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cursing and swearing wasn't that effective. It took me the whole Friday night to convince myself to accept it. It's raining outside and how wish I can sleep till next morning. The moral of the story is..&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can't beat it, join it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-8329959113248283904?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8329959113248283904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=8329959113248283904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8329959113248283904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8329959113248283904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/late-night.html' title='Late night'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-1916099523258214620</id><published>2008-10-30T22:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:25:38.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxxxxxxx</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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SQm_l3ipV_I/AAAAAAAAALw/MIhGC4rWswQ/s1600-h/DCF_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SQm_l3ipV_I/AAAAAAAAALw/MIhGC4rWswQ/s320/DCF_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262948296844466162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SQm_mHZqkgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VI-t1VFKeRM/s1600-h/DCF_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SQm_mHZqkgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VI-t1VFKeRM/s320/DCF_0491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262948301101765122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess how much is the top on the left???&lt;br /&gt;RM25 from FOS. Please ignore the small breast cos not enough papaya. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I seriously think I ran out of clothes. Basically my attire everyday is casual, regardless working hours or non working hours. I'm a little bit too much lately, not that I'm very rich this month, I bought quite a number of tops already. I still want to save up for my upcoming trip. Whatever.. I'll do anything to make myself happy.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm feeling moody right now. I felt that I'm in a cross road of my life. Everything is hanging in between. Career wise, I don't feel the challenge I used to feel anymore. So.. to change job or not? I'm still deciding. Relationship wise, I'm in a long distance relationship. I'll get married within these few years but exactly when I don't know. Family, not much major problem that I know of. Friendship, I think no problem too. Maybe I'm lazy to elaborate too much details now about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is or it may be, I just hope this feeling will go away. I'm so looking forward to tomorrow because it's gonna be FRIDAY!&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/9108160-1916099523258214620?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1916099523258214620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=1916099523258214620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1916099523258214620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1916099523258214620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/relaxxxxxxx.html' title='Relaxxxxxxx'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SQm_l3ipV_I/AAAAAAAAALw/MIhGC4rWswQ/s72-c/DCF_0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-7098076271670174553</id><published>2008-10-29T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:35:12.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital vs Analog</title><content type='html'>My boss sorta have-a-chat with me yesterday for almost 2 hours. As usual, he'll start with any idea to improve the business and all his old time stories while he was still a sound engineer. Honestly sometimes I really don't like to listen to all this. He'll tell us how difficult it was during his time and how good business and how comfortable and easy to be a engineer nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all these already but I don't understand why is he kept repeating. What am I suppose to respond? Everything went digital and make our lives easier is not good? Analog is still the best? It's 2 different era, boss. Some stuff are already obsolete, get over it. Last time you were the pioneer in this business, now you are not. Simple as that. I'm not being mean but living in the past doesn't get you any further. This is what's been holding you back and miss out the current opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a chance, I wish I can be in your era to use everything in analog. The truth is I can't. Using digital doesn't mean we do lesser. It meant faster and easier. Well.. get over it, boss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-7098076271670174553?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7098076271670174553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=7098076271670174553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/7098076271670174553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/7098076271670174553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-boss-sorta-have-chat-with-me.html' title='Digital vs Analog'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-5822769947768031540</id><published>2008-10-24T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:59:22.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School..</title><content type='html'>I just watched high school Musical 3. Honestly I'm not really a musical fan but watching it doesn't harm anyway since its their senior year. I didn't expect much and it turned out so much better than what I had in mind. I watched the first one and thought it was ok. As for the second one, I watched the on ice version. I don't quite like the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole movie, I keep on having flashback of my high school days.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;Those happy days.&lt;br /&gt;Those naive days.&lt;br /&gt;Those stupid days where we did stupid things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-5822769947768031540?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5822769947768031540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=5822769947768031540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5822769947768031540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5822769947768031540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school.html' title='High School..'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4718456604428382534</id><published>2008-10-23T18:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:08:14.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why???</title><content type='html'>All I feel like saying is fuck. Fuck the world.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I did this again. 4 front skirts has been changed in the lifespan of this Jazz of 5 years. The 5th one is on the way because I just broke the 4th one!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SQBZGx5mGII/AAAAAAAAAJE/tIX2DIxUx-c/s1600-h/DCF_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SQBZGx5mGII/AAAAAAAAAJE/tIX2DIxUx-c/s400/DCF_0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260302337777735810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SQBZHEFDtLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q0Xi2kr5h4o/s1600-h/DCF_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SQBZHEFDtLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q0Xi2kr5h4o/s400/DCF_0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260302342657651890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realised until my colleagues told me when I double parked their cars. I was just thinking what can I buy when I got a lil extra money since today the salary is out because of Deepavali. And then minutes later I found out I have to spend money to get a new one, spray it and it's gonna cost me hundreds. Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a once a year thing? I was being very careful this year to not try to drive like a maniac since I love skirting so much but why la... why why why... Last month is the tyres that cost me hundreds too now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;br /&gt;Why every year?&lt;br /&gt;Why Malaysia public transport no good so I don't have to drive?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so careless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4718456604428382534?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4718456604428382534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4718456604428382534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4718456604428382534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4718456604428382534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/why.html' title='Why???'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SQBZGx5mGII/AAAAAAAAAJE/tIX2DIxUx-c/s72-c/DCF_0499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4442807591455942105</id><published>2008-10-20T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:31:00.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin</title><content type='html'>Justin concert was good. Though its not as good as Jay's but still.. His voice is so damn nice. Here's some pic with my lousy camera and skill. Like shit only la those pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SPx5XFU9CNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/M00icf9RQNo/s1600-h/DSC09425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SPx5XFU9CNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/M00icf9RQNo/s400/DSC09425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259211902335912146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SPx5XYUKyOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6ZW83djT03A/s1600-h/DSC09432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SPx5XYUKyOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6ZW83djT03A/s400/DSC09432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259211907432892642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think can see its Justin.. Haha..&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/9108160-4442807591455942105?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4442807591455942105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4442807591455942105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4442807591455942105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4442807591455942105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/justin.html' title='Justin'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SPx5XFU9CNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/M00icf9RQNo/s72-c/DSC09425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-40662970010071837</id><published>2008-10-18T11:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:26:59.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about J</title><content type='html'>Today is J day!&lt;br /&gt;J for Jay Chou!&lt;br /&gt;J for Justin!&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SPlW5RG__KI/AAAAAAAAAIs/b6lU6gv0efE/s1600-h/DCF_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SPlW5RG__KI/AAAAAAAAAIs/b6lU6gv0efE/s400/DCF_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258329581777058978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This special edition cost me RM118! Haha.. broke la.. wtf.. Worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got free tickets to watch Justin tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!&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/9108160-40662970010071837?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/40662970010071837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=40662970010071837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/40662970010071837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/40662970010071837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-about-j.html' title='All about J'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SPlW5RG__KI/AAAAAAAAAIs/b6lU6gv0efE/s72-c/DCF_0495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4450177014805550015</id><published>2008-10-09T22:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:35:31.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super moody</title><content type='html'>I don't know why am I being so moody since Monday. I'm really sorry for those I lashed out to. I know I was being unreasonable, a bitch whatever you wanna call it. Blame it on pms ok? I tend to get irritated VERY easily, even by just touching me. Sorry.. I don't know what got into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to un-moody myself, I went shopping and bought these. Haha.. makes me felt so much better and gave me more reasons to have new clothes.&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4j6rnWh3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/KLclhlc7YME/s1600-h/DCF_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4j6rnWh3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/KLclhlc7YME/s400/DCF_0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255177306235111282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Pull n bear and forever 21!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4j64PvQPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/karSznMAt2g/s1600-h/DCF_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4j64PvQPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/karSznMAt2g/s400/DCF_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255177309625729266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vincci 50% off shoe - RM34.50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If your boss announced that you're being promoted, a normal human would be happy. But I wasn't. That is a problem. Maybe I'm sick of being here. 2 and a half years in this company, enough. Honestly I know very clearly I wouldn't stay here long. For me, it is just a stepping stone. I'm trying to convince myself that everyone in every corner of the world think the same, except Japan of course. If I were to stay in one company for the rest of my life, I'd rather.. I don't know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the problem. It's human nature to leave if we found better place and better offer, right? right? right? I haven't started looking yet but I think I will after Chinese New Year. Why Chinese New Year? Then I won't have to take leave after that.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I'm typing nonsense.. time to doze off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4450177014805550015?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4450177014805550015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4450177014805550015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4450177014805550015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4450177014805550015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/super-moody.html' title='Super moody'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4j6rnWh3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/KLclhlc7YME/s72-c/DCF_0467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-6737243992532229864</id><published>2008-10-02T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:42:42.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salamat Hali Laya</title><content type='html'>I love holidays but I also hate it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not going anywhere, that only means I'll be stuck infront of the pc watching series all day long. I really have no life man. What to do, I dedicated my life to series and movies long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's October now.. Yay! I'll be seeing him in 2 months time. Still counting down everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've done to my fingers while cutting potatoes last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SORe5oYwf8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/h2X_aPkvzx0/s1600-h/fingers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SORe5oYwf8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/h2X_aPkvzx0/s400/fingers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252427409607655362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super hungry now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-6737243992532229864?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6737243992532229864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=6737243992532229864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6737243992532229864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6737243992532229864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/salamat-hali-laya.html' title='Salamat Hali Laya'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SORe5oYwf8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/h2X_aPkvzx0/s72-c/fingers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-8090598724270498908</id><published>2008-09-27T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:42:25.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No work today!</title><content type='html'>It has been almost 3 weeks since Buddy the dearest left us. I'm surprised how I healed so fast. It doesn't mean that I don't love him anymore but I guess I've moved on. I was in a pet shop the other day with my colleagues and it still hurts when I saw his favourite biscuit on the shelf, thinking there's no reason for me to buy it anymore. I know.. life goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I've been keeping myself busy. I finished Ghost whisperer season 1 and 2, moonlight resonance and your class or mine. My eyes are seriously tired. Now I'm left with some movies and series that I don't feel like watching so I can concentrate on my exam. I went to register the exam on the last day which is Sept 2 and got stuck in the stupid jam for almost 3 hours during office hour. Didn't know it can be so fucking jam. Anyway, I'm officially sitting the test this December 7 for Level 4! 私は12月のJLPTの検査を取っている。がんばてください!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday today and I'm so glad I don't have to work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have a long list of stuff I need to do. Sigh.. really wish someone can do it for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-8090598724270498908?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8090598724270498908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=8090598724270498908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8090598724270498908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8090598724270498908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-work-today.html' title='No work today!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-5356895517968653740</id><published>2008-09-10T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:30:08.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 without Buddy</title><content type='html'>I lost a friend, a very best friend and today's the second day without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is really no such thing as ready. Eventhough I'm starting to accept that he's gone for real, sometimes I still hope he'll be wagging his tail and run around the house, waiting for food as usual. That's just to cover up my sadness, to cover up my anger for losing him. I can't forget the moment of his last breath, his cold hand and feet, the moment we wrapped him up, the moment he was covered. I just can't do it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning because that's the time you were gone yesterday and cried, knowing that I really won't be seeing you anymore. I was alright when I was at work. I laughed, I joked and I'm really thankful to have all my colleagues that love me. I became not ok when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in bad mood, when I reached home I would went in straight to the house without even touching you. But you never once ignore me. Without fail, you'll sat right outside the driver's door waiting for me. I'm really sorry for that. If only I know God is gonna take you away so soon, I swear I would have love you more. Much much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back from dinner just now. You were not at your usual spot. That makes my heart even sore. Very naturally everyone in the family would turn off the headlight when entering the house because we know you got cataract and it'll hurt you eyes. I wish you were still there so I can turn off the light. It became part of my habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to your "grave" and talk to you. I'm not sure if you can hear me but I just want you to know that please go to the light if you see it. I know you miss us and we miss you alot too.. We'll be alright and we just want you to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-5356895517968653740?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5356895517968653740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=5356895517968653740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5356895517968653740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5356895517968653740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-2-without-buddy.html' title='Day 2 without Buddy'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4318185887439693708</id><published>2008-09-09T13:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:44:35.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Buddy..</title><content type='html'>For the past 1 week, Buddy's condition has became worse. I kept praying that he'll go away soon so that he won't have to suffer. I really hate myself for not being able to do anything. I still am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maid woke me up at 730 this morning and ask me to check out Buddy. He's no longer breathing but I manage to see his last breath. He was vomiting watery blood water. It was rather quick. It was less than 5 minutes then he's gone. At least he pass away without much struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His body soon became stiff and we had to bury him. We dressed him in his "Buddy" shirt and wrapped him in white cloth, together with his biscuit, tray, matress and mangoes. I'll never ever forget that moment to see him covered with soil. Buddy.. Thanks for all the happiness, joy and laughter you brought to us all these years. You'll always be loved and remembered.&lt;br /&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/SMYOravNbVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Vn89pyBBJ9M/s1600-h/DSC06292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SMYOravNbVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Vn89pyBBJ9M/s400/DSC06292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243894955194019154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buddy&lt;br /&gt;24th August 1995 - 9th September 2008&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/9108160-4318185887439693708?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4318185887439693708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4318185887439693708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4318185887439693708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4318185887439693708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/rip-buddy.html' title='RIP Buddy..'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SMYOravNbVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Vn89pyBBJ9M/s72-c/DSC06292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-1342986871974029687</id><published>2008-08-31T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:08:41.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy is Home</title><content type='html'>Yea and I'm really glad but he'll be gone in 2 weeks time according to the doctor. He's suffering from kidney failure. The normal level of a kidney test is between the range of 2  to 9. When he was admitted, it was 300. By going on drip, normally it will go down but instead it increased to 400. That means the kidney is not working anymore. He couldn't eat and drink anymore. He vomited twice yesterday. It looks like some mucus stuff and yellowish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's no longer active. All he can do now is lie there and wait. Waiting for the light..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried and cried and I don't know what else I could do to ease his pain. We can't just put him to sleep because that is not fair. His life is not up to us to decide. And I know he didn't want to leave as well. I can tell from the way he look at us. I kept telling him if he sees the light, just go there.. It's a better place for him and don't worry that we'll forget you, you'll always be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came this morning to inject some sodium in his body because he hasn't been eating and drinking for days. That's just to prevent him from dehydration and wouldn't cure him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have more time with him but I also wish this could end soon. It's hard to see him like this when I cannot do anything. The doctor also said miracles can happened in 1 out of 10 dogs. I wish he'll be the one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-1342986871974029687?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1342986871974029687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=1342986871974029687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1342986871974029687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1342986871974029687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/buddy-is-home.html' title='Buddy is Home'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-5192453805008158988</id><published>2008-08-28T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:00:18.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy I miss you</title><content type='html'>Dogs are man's best friend. No matter how you scold them, they won't remember it. Even you hit them, they have the memory of a gold fish and forget about it minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy just turned 13 last Sunday and I wish for more. Though we all know that dog's lifespan is not as long as human, that's why we are always prepare that one day they will leave us. When the moment is getting nearer, it felt like you've never been prepared for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's weak. He's suffering from rheumatism, anemia and bad kidney. He's always the happy one, I hate to see him there and moody, not jumping around. When I'm in bad mood, I ignore him but he never fail to cheer me up every time. I kept telling myself not to cry but I really can't help it when I'm thinking of him suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how he'll greet me whenever I came back from work. I miss how the I shouted Buddy whenever I'm near the door because he's always there. I miss how he wanted to eat the food I bought from outside and started scratching my pants. I miss how he ran around the garden chasing for squirrels and birds. I just miss him now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he stays strong and come home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-5192453805008158988?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5192453805008158988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=5192453805008158988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5192453805008158988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5192453805008158988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/buddy-i-miss-you.html' title='Buddy I miss you'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4615432457455978266</id><published>2008-08-23T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:18:41.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts</title><content type='html'>I walk like my soul is left behind..&lt;br /&gt;I drive like I can be dead anytime..&lt;br /&gt;I barely feel alive..&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure you're ignoring my calls..&lt;br /&gt;I thought something happened but I know you're fine..&lt;br /&gt;I bring my phone everywhere wishing you would call back..&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to laugh and smile when I'm not alone..&lt;br /&gt;Hope you happy with what you're doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4615432457455978266?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4615432457455978266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4615432457455978266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4615432457455978266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4615432457455978266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-hurts.html' title='It hurts'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4518994432375254568</id><published>2008-08-20T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:35:27.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough</title><content type='html'>The tough gets going. When things are not right, we blame. I feel so neglected now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought trust is the most important thing in a long distance relationship but I was wrong. It's freedom. Maybe I'm being very pushy but what else I can do except knowing what you're doing. I also thought I'm the luckiest long distance girlfriend one can be because my boyfriend calls me everyday but I was wrong. Talking everyday when we're running out of topic is definitely not good. I thought calling you all the time is a good way to maintain and I expect that too. I was wrong again. Everything I thought went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I expect too much and maybe you're better off without me.. No one will ever bug you to call and blame you for not calling anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4518994432375254568?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4518994432375254568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4518994432375254568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4518994432375254568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4518994432375254568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-going-gets-tough.html' title='When the going gets tough'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-2842256958516132807</id><published>2008-08-18T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:32:58.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Weekend is always good to sleep, eat and rot. Haha.. Years gone by and this motto of mine still holding strong. Some people might think it's a waste of time or I'm being lazy but I don't care. It's my life, I do what I like as long I don't interfere with anyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was to eat slightly more healthy today, trying to detox but instead I felt so sinful after lunch. Pasta zanmai was really irresistible. Nice place, fusion food, Japanese style. Imagine eating pasta in a bowl with chopstick. Sounds weird but I kinda like it. Next time I'm gonna try their pasta with unagi or other funny combinations such as sashimi pizza though I don't take raw stuff. Besides, the dessert was fantastic. Everything just melt in your mouth. Till this very minute I still don't feel hungry. The cream sauce pasta I had have completely filled up every inch of my stomach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-2842256958516132807?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2842256958516132807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=2842256958516132807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2842256958516132807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2842256958516132807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-6840078239230133210</id><published>2008-08-13T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:05:56.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney High School Musical Ice Tour</title><content type='html'>I'm going I'm going this Friday! Free tickets from my clients! Don't know why I'm so excited.. Maybe because its free.. haha.. Partly because I've been doing this job's TV promo since April, the client's client which is the agency people maximum gave me hard time during the recording. But I'm so glad its all over and she actually turned out to be so nice and gave us tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the late nights because of this recording has come to an end because I finally won't have to do the promo anymore. I don't mind doing it but maybe less fussy client will be better. In fact, it turned out quite good on tv, maybe what she insisted was right. Don't know don't care now. I just wanna go watch this show. The last on ice show I watched was beauty and the beast which dad  brought me there when I was still a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SKLp4OAsF3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-KVX_OohZwI/s1600-h/disneys-high-school-musical-the-ice-tour31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SKLp4OAsF3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-KVX_OohZwI/s400/disneys-high-school-musical-the-ice-tour31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234002869000869746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SKLp4vA0ayI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-lu2NrOaOz4/s1600-h/HSMICE_photo01_edited_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SKLp4vA0ayI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-lu2NrOaOz4/s400/HSMICE_photo01_edited_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234002877859785506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had durian just now. My fingers still smell like durian.. I wonder will I still smell it when I dig my nose in the night.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-6840078239230133210?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6840078239230133210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=6840078239230133210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6840078239230133210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6840078239230133210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/disney-high-school-musical-ice-tour.html' title='Disney High School Musical Ice Tour'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SKLp4OAsF3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-KVX_OohZwI/s72-c/disneys-high-school-musical-the-ice-tour31.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-3887196305389107156</id><published>2008-08-10T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:07:33.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUTUP</title><content type='html'>WHY EVERYONE HAS TO SHOUT AT EACH OTHER, DON'T LIKE EACH OTHER, COMPLAIN ABOUT EACH OTHER AND FIGHT??????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN WE MAKE PEACE??? HOME IS NOT A PLACE TO FIGHT!!!!!!! FUCK THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-3887196305389107156?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3887196305389107156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=3887196305389107156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3887196305389107156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3887196305389107156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-everyone-has-to-shout-at-each-other.html' title='SHUTUP'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-797736733952941393</id><published>2008-08-10T16:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:42:46.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tales of Beedle the Bard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SJ6mOrVVdoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4kiFquX9-y8/s1600-h/Beedle_Collectors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SJ6mOrVVdoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4kiFquX9-y8/s400/Beedle_Collectors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232802588131686018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I just bought this through Amazon. Credit cards are way too convenient. But its definitely worth it because its from JK Rowling! Being a super duper huge fan of hers and Harry Potter series, this book is a must to have! In the seventh book of Harry Potter the deathly hallows, this book was mentioned so many times as it is the fairytale book of all magical kids. It would be great to know what they read when they were a kid just like how we read the snow white, gingerbread man and Cinderella etc etc. This book will only released on the 4th of December 2008.. I shall wait..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-797736733952941393?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/797736733952941393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=797736733952941393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/797736733952941393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/797736733952941393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/tales-of-beedle-bard.html' title='The Tales of Beedle the Bard'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SJ6mOrVVdoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4kiFquX9-y8/s72-c/Beedle_Collectors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-2519725687583536642</id><published>2008-08-09T09:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:36:31.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China rocks!</title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging as soon as I got up. I was super exhausted yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of having an entry on 080808 but was too tired to even turn on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes before the Olympic opening, I was stuck in the traffic jam. Massive jam! Everyone wants to get home in time for the historic moment of China. I didn't know it went on and on and on for 4 freaking hours. My butt was hurting after sitting on the floor for such long hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't express how proud I am if I was there though I'm not from China but still, I'm damn fucking proud to be a Chinese! Anyway, I was really amazed by what they've done. How can they thought of this? Where does all these ideas come from? It's superb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-2519725687583536642?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2519725687583536642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=2519725687583536642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2519725687583536642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2519725687583536642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/china-rocks.html' title='China rocks!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-6757555327051276202</id><published>2008-08-03T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:00:55.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy</title><content type='html'>The dog has gone mad. Few months ago I caught him eating dead rat corps, that was the smelliest thing I've ever smell.. Few days ago, my bro caught him eating snail alive and my bro has to dig the snail out from his mouth. Yesterday I caught him eating bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sweeping the floor and found out there were blood stain here and there. Curiously I wanna know what died there or who gets hurt whatsoever. This stupid dog was biting a bloody creature and taking his own sweet time to his usual spot. I mean really bloody. I can smell the blood from far. I almost puke. The last time I have to take out the rat skin from his mouth with newspaper. This time I use some cloth. I can feel the warmness and the bone of that poor bird. I guess it must have hurt itself and landed in our house, thought this could be a shelter. Who knows it became its graveyard. I threw it outside the drain. I'm sorry, birdie. There's no way I'm letting my dog eat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to be a vegetarian, now he's a carnivore. Not even people changed, dog changed too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-6757555327051276202?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6757555327051276202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=6757555327051276202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6757555327051276202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6757555327051276202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/buddy.html' title='Buddy'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4804861185394871561</id><published>2008-08-01T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:32:53.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I never know how it feels like and how good it feels like on Friday before I started working. Today I have the TGIF feel cos I've been working non stop. At the end of the day, this is what's in my mind: Why do I work so hard, its Friday! Give me a break! I just feel like leaving and anywhere else would be good except staying in the office. So we stick to our plan and went to TGIF after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was to have the chicken wings but ended up I had the whole Jack Daniel's Chicken meal. I felt like I ate the whole chicken, plus the chicken wings, it felt like 2 chickens. I'm so happy and so bloated yet contented with the food and treating myself such a nice and expensive meal. Never mind, we must pamper ourselves once in a while. Praising myself for being such a good girl for working so hard this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why some clients are so stupid. I wonder why these people has to piss me off big time. Yes I understand your daughter needs to record her part because she's going to the states to study, but is that my fucking problem? I also don't understand why the talent acting like an asshole as if I owe him money. Is that my fucking problem too? The company owe you money, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though tomorrow I gotta go back to work at the miserable 630pm, it doesn't matter anymore because I'm gonna have a nice shower and sleep! Adios! Thank God It's Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4804861185394871561?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4804861185394871561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4804861185394871561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4804861185394871561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4804861185394871561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-7709227186064056592</id><published>2008-07-27T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:27:30.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was reading my 2004, 2005 posts yesterday night and I realised there are so much difference between my life then and now. I'm sure everyone has gone through that stage but somehow i felt how nice if some things are better left unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so happy and naive. Knowing that financially I don't have to worry cos I was still a student back then. Staying in nice place, never really consider twice about the rent, eating nice food, enjoying life, buying stuff that I want unnecessarily etc etc. Now everything is so different. I have to earn it myself, budgeting what can be bought this month, how to limit myself from overspending all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's part life I know, but why do we all have more problems as we grow older? More responsibility, more white hairs and we tend to frown more than we laugh. It make us become stronger and tougher when shit happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder I keep complaining this and that, I'm actually damn lucky compared to many others. Life is really a rugged jungle out there and yet I'm always living in my own wonderland.&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/9108160-7709227186064056592?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7709227186064056592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=7709227186064056592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/7709227186064056592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/7709227186064056592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-1038680586832718729</id><published>2008-07-26T17:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:38:38.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Blues</title><content type='html'>Thought you would like my new hair but didn't know you don't. I'm not trying to talk you to like it but the reaction you gave was just.. a bit disappointing. Never mind, not like I'm gonna see you in the next 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was asking when you are coming over today or when I'm going over to see you. I told him December and he's kinda shock. What I can do is to make up more reasons explaining why you couldn't come and see me. I'm not gonna bring up this topic to you again, solely to prevent arguments. I was thinking over and over again, was it that difficult? That means my family is not gonna see you and you too never have the intention of seeing them this whole year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was being sensitive but at the end of it, I'm the one going to marry to HK all the way, knowing no one, start my new life there and what so hard to just let my family to have confident, to be sure in the man I chose? Nobody will understand how I feel..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-1038680586832718729?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1038680586832718729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=1038680586832718729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1038680586832718729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1038680586832718729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-blues.html' title='Weekend Blues'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4038025343396398992</id><published>2008-07-12T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:32:38.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>孤独</title><content type='html'>我做什么都是错的。。&lt;br /&gt;可能注定我是孤独的啦。。&lt;br /&gt;没有人会明白我。。&lt;br /&gt;我越来越觉得，我们开始有距离。。&lt;br /&gt;就算我有什么错。。最近的冷淡对待已经够了。。&lt;br /&gt;为什么不能像以前一样？&lt;br /&gt;可能我对身边每个人要求太高，太多了。。&lt;br /&gt;很辛苦。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4038025343396398992?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4038025343396398992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4038025343396398992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4038025343396398992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4038025343396398992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_12.html' title='孤独'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-8456540168844960070</id><published>2008-07-12T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:06:02.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>しばらくですね！</title><content type='html'>Finally the internet is back, woohoooooo!! I got so much to say, wish I have an output on my head straight to the computer in and some translator plug-in will upload itself to blogger.com! The beauty of technology is we have to keep thinking, there are people out there who'll keep trying and one day it'll become reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time when I'm alone, the thing I enjoy most is to sing like nobody can hear me, which is what I'm doing right now. Haha.. I love it.. It's half past 12 already, I'm still wide awake, wishing I didn't agree to work tomorrow morning. Or maybe it was the tea I had during dinner kicking in. Damn.. I hate caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ told me to check out Manhand's new MV the other day but I can't seem to able to load it completely but with my new 1Mbps line I just did it! I like 慢行.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=en1nisbrj8Q&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.manhand.net/"&gt;慢行 MV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6u5TiV8ZceE&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.manhand.net/"&gt;准时收听 MV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing in different para because that's how my brain work now. Just now in the mood to write so many things but SUDDENLY i forgot. The caffeine is going away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Now listening: Jason Mraz - The Remedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-8456540168844960070?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8456540168844960070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=8456540168844960070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8456540168844960070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8456540168844960070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='しばらくですね！'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-6089502460542644682</id><published>2008-06-19T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:52:42.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not happy</title><content type='html'>To whoever who hacked my hotmail:&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you! And thanks for screwing up my day. I wonder what good does it do to you? I'm not a millionaire, you can't steal my money. I'm not a famous person, no one will be interested in my life anyway. So wtf do you get? Get a fucking life and stop proving to yourself that you manage to hack my account and you can consider yourself a hacker. That makes you a sucker you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I care about the contacts because I believed if someone is really my friend or really would like to keep in touch with me, they'll take the initiative to locate me! It is the email address that matters. Nothing special about this email, it is the memory. I've been using this email since I know what is Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope people in hotmail will reply and bring back justice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Happy 2 years in Incognito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-6089502460542644682?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6089502460542644682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=6089502460542644682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6089502460542644682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6089502460542644682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-happy.html' title='I&apos;m not happy'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-8893679458774718885</id><published>2008-05-31T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:28:35.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>闷</title><content type='html'>今天竟然那么早放工。回到家不知道要做什么。。&lt;br /&gt;对着电脑，除了facebook和看电视剧，我再也没别的事情做。。&lt;br /&gt;突然觉得生活没什么意思。。&lt;br /&gt;就算我现在有什么事，死了也没人知道。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今晚那里都不想去了。。&lt;br /&gt;我不想开口说话。。&lt;br /&gt;我不想热闹。。我不想见太多人。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在的情绪，就像海。。&lt;br /&gt;连我自己也不知道几时会有海啸。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-8893679458774718885?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8893679458774718885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=8893679458774718885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8893679458774718885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8893679458774718885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_31.html' title='闷'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-8155762815236304013</id><published>2008-05-04T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:58:07.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need White Castle!</title><content type='html'>After watching the show "Harold and Kumar go to white castle", I really really feel like eating white castle. Very unfortunately, white castle only existed a few years in Malaysia before they close it down ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, dad use to get us fast food every weekend. McDonald's, KFC, Shakey's Pizza and of course white castle. As far as I can remember, only 1 white castle can be found in Taman Tun, which is the current KFC corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their burger is small in size which I can eat 2 everytime. The most fantastic was the hashbrown! Mini hashbrown.. Gosh I really feel like eating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT WHY CAN WE HAVE WHITE CASTLE IN MALAYSIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Harold and Kumar escape from Guantanamo bay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-8155762815236304013?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8155762815236304013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=8155762815236304013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8155762815236304013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8155762815236304013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-white-castle.html' title='I need White Castle!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4163175897071849275</id><published>2008-04-20T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:46:13.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My India trip</title><content type='html'>I'm home for 2 weeks and yet I didn't bother to write down all the details about my India trip. Maybe it wasn't that pleasant at all or it's just me who's expecting too much as usual. I should have recorded things I wanted to share with my friends so I wouldn't have to repeat it over and over again and the details tend to be lesser and lesser because I'm getting sick of repeating haha.. Since today I'm in the mood to repeat. I decided to put the pieces together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a flight from Hong Kong to Delhi. Waited in Delhi airport for 9 hours for the connecting flight to Amritsar. It was damn freaking exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good rest and begin the 1st day of Amanda's wedding. Today is Henna day where the bride got to "tatoo-ed" her hands and feet with the traditional drawing on her. In fact, all the ladies done it as well. I thought it would be easy but God know we have to wait for so long for it to dry and they used lemon + sugar to dipped on our skin to preserve it. It was sticky and disgusting. I washed it away after 3 hours. Today is the day where the groom's sister came and perform some ceremony on her too. They gave her gifts and put tumeric powder which is yellow in color all over her. I had my turn on her too hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second day of the wedding. Jalandhar is a town without shopping malls, only bazaar exist. We had to get shoes, bangles, bindi and etc for the wedding. The scariest part is taking this rickshaw ride to the bazaar. I thought I would die there or something. First of all, I felt I was a vacuum cleaner for a while because we were basically absorbing carbon monoxide and dust all the way. Second, since rickshaw is so "exposed", I can feel the cars zooming next to me, cows crossing in front, motorcycles and bicycle going horizontally on the road and humans walking as if they won't die and get hit by any of those vehicles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "driver" lost the others half way. It felt so weird and scary in the middle of nowhere, we stopped by the roadside and Indians looked at these 2 chinese jokers taking a rickshaw with very curious eyes as if we were alien or something wondering why the hell we're there. Didn't they see chinese before? I don't know. But some guys in the bike were waving to us and saying "hello china!" wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, walking along the bazaar was alright and beggars will come to us because obviously we come from the other part of the world. Of course I didn't give any, not that I'm stingy but I know the whole village will come chasing after me if I gave one of them some rupees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insisted to take a toot-toot like those in Thailand to go back to the hotel cos it was so much safer and more people can go at once so that we won't get lost again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the hotel, I seriously need to do some laundry. I couldn't stand my clothes full of dust as I only brought 2 pair of pants. I called the house keeping telling them I have some laundry to do and the fellow hang up the call. I called again and I was told to called the reception. The reception said called the house keeping. I called the house keeping and they bloody asked me to call the reception. I was damn pissed off and finally the asshole asked me: What is laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I was told it was the Sangeet which is the bride's night. But weird, the groom appeared. Haha.. The venue was just right infront of the groom's house cos the bride was not allowed to be in the house yet. It was all about eating and dancing the whole night. It was fun though. Never really experienced this in my entire life. Oh yea, the amount of JBL speakers they used for that function is too much! My lungs were vibrating all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day of the wedding. This is the day where everything becomes official. We have to go to the temple. Rules to be in the temple: Wear anything you wish but as long as you cover your head, regardless male or female. The Sikh priest will give a speech and chanting on the background and we were given some sweet stuff which tasted like peanuts + sugar at the end of the ceremony. I didn't want to eat but I have nowhere to hide.. So I ate it. It was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to hotel where we stayed and they have the lunch reception there. It was about dancing and eating and photo shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went to another hotel for another dinner reception. The final one. Thank God. It ended at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they decided to go to Amritsar to see the Golden temple and the Waga border to see flag exchange march at the Indian-Pakistan border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 2 hours drive from Jalandhar and we have to reached there by sunset because the flag exchange thing only happens during sunset. I don't think India and Pakistan like each other that much according to the news. During the flag exchange, I suddenly thought what if something happened they start to shoot each other and shoot us as well.. Luckily it didn't happened. After sunset, we rushed to the golden temple. It was a nice temple but the only thing I don't like is to walk barefooted and to wash my legs in the lake where people bathe in it. I know, it's supposed to wash away our sins but still.. my legs are never the same again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to catch our flight the next day in Amritsar airport. So Ronnie the husband find us a hotel there just to let us rest for few hours. The room was not ok. The toilet was not so clean. Sigh.. Nevermind, last night in India. Not like I have other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Day 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 3am and found out the idiot at the reception didn't book the taxi for us. After some minor complains, we're on our way to the airport which looked more like a construction site. Indian airline is noisy. No wonder it fly faster. Jet Airways took 1.5 hour to reached, Indian Airline only need 50 minutes. Whatever, we reached Delhi airport and waited for 7 hours to fly back to Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this asshole in the airport which we thought worked for the airport which his uniform looked like the airport personnel conned us! Stupid me got something stuck in my brain or what gave him 300 rupees. He told us we need to pay to get in the terminal. I thought was true. So 1 person = 100 rupees, therefore: 2 persons = 200 rupees! And later this pain in the arse said another 100 for the luggage.. The most stupid thing is I BELIEVED HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on the plane and never been so happy to get away from a country so much before. To summarize this trip, it was alright but given a chance, no way I'm going back to that place again. Other big cities, maybe.. but not possible.. I would treat it as an experience really. After India, life is so beautiful because what more can be worse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4163175897071849275?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4163175897071849275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4163175897071849275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4163175897071849275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4163175897071849275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-india-trip.html' title='My India trip'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-2946687077009845728</id><published>2008-04-08T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:58:03.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY???</title><content type='html'>I SO FEEL LIKE BANGING MY HEAD TO THE WALL!!!! THE STORY BEGINS A YEAR AGO WHEN MY MUM AND BRO WENT JAPAN AND GOT ME THIS STEAM FACE MACHINE. ACTUALLY I INSISTED I WANT IT. STUPID ME WAS SO EXCITED AND FORGOT ALL ABOUT THE DIFFERENCE FOR AC POWER BETWEEN JAPAN AND MALAYSIA. I BURNT THE NEW MACHINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 MONTHS AGO, I FINALLY DECIDED TO SENT IT TO MY FRIEND'S SHOP TO FIX IT. 15 MINUTES AGO, I WAS SO EXCITED, CAN'T WAIT TO TEST IT OUT. I REMEMBERED I SET THE CONVERTER TO 110V THE PREVIOUS TIME WHEN I TEST OUT THE OTHER SMALLER COOLING DEVICE. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY IT WAS SET TO 250V!!!! THIS TIME, THE CONVERTER BURNT BECAUSE THE SMOKE IS SO DAMN SMELLY AND THE WALL ADAPTER SORTA TURNED BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE TELL ME THE MACHINE IS STILL WORKING.. JUST FUCKING SPENT 120 FOR FIXING AND GOTTA SPEND SOME MORE TO BUY THE FUCKING CONVERTER TOMORROW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-2946687077009845728?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2946687077009845728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=2946687077009845728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2946687077009845728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2946687077009845728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/04/why.html' title='WHY???'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-7825181609836337050</id><published>2008-03-18T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:13:36.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and found!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was packing, trying to look for mini versions of my cleanser, moisturizer and all, getting geared up to travel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I found!!! My tamagotchi!!!! The  left one!!! That was bought in 2005. Last year I swear I looked all over my room and couldn't find it so I got another one which is on the right of the pic. I have 2, yes 2 tamagotchi now with infrared! That means they have company! Will try out how the they can make friends soon, no battery now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R9--TQqFVTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8XK9oNa03Es/s1600-h/DCF_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R9--TQqFVTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8XK9oNa03Es/s400/DCF_0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179067334597629234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still like the old one.. its my favorite cos it was plain color and I decorated it myself.. muahahhaa.. Shit I can't stop laughing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-7825181609836337050?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7825181609836337050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=7825181609836337050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/7825181609836337050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/7825181609836337050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/03/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and found!!!!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R9--TQqFVTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8XK9oNa03Es/s72-c/DCF_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-7461930703724599907</id><published>2008-03-16T15:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:58:01.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke month</title><content type='html'>I now officially declare this month is the Month-of-the-broke! This is the first time I overspent way more than I should. Imagine I spent more than I earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming India trip cost me a nuclear and the previous month Chinese new year bills will soon to be seen in the statements. Additionally, miscommunication about the airfare causing me to pay more. Nevermind, plus I chose to fix the camera and the steam face machine last month etc etc. All these small small spending sum up to a large amount. This exclude stuff I needed to get before my trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's not my point, my point is I still bought unnecessary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R9zPwwqFVSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8AcHDg-5oE8/s1600-h/DCF_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R9zPwwqFVSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8AcHDg-5oE8/s400/DCF_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178242108171310370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R9zPwgqFVRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ou8vRJ2jVZc/s1600-h/DCF_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R9zPwgqFVRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ou8vRJ2jVZc/s400/DCF_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178242103876343058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice right????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-7461930703724599907?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7461930703724599907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=7461930703724599907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/7461930703724599907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/7461930703724599907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/03/broke-month.html' title='Broke month'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R9zPwwqFVSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8AcHDg-5oE8/s72-c/DCF_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-555096556848098035</id><published>2008-03-10T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:00:52.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election MY Ass</title><content type='html'>I don't like politics. Till this moment, I still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;All I know is the opposition won ALOT, more than they ever expected in the history since independence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All I know is the share market dropped 130 points which equivalent to don't know how many billions and got suspended today and won't easily bounced back in a year. Just 1 bloody day can caused such damage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All I know is even the ants on the floor know the election is going on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All I know is this is very disturbing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Many people might say I should vote, I should understand how this works this that whatever. But then again, its my right. And it's your right to discuss freely whatever you want. As a citizen, you've done your part as a voter, but its not up to you to decide how the country will become in the future or simply guessing or making up things. Isn't it pointless? Or maybe its just a topic after meals I don't know but I seriously hope this will come to and end even though this is the most dramatic election ever. Peace, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elections_in_Malaysia"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R9U6agqFVQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IkeRr4dYlAc/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176107573849707778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're in Wiki. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God bless Malaysia!&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/9108160-555096556848098035?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/555096556848098035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=555096556848098035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/555096556848098035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/555096556848098035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-like-politics.html' title='Election MY Ass'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R9U6agqFVQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IkeRr4dYlAc/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-2412046806583029377</id><published>2008-03-03T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:01:12.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again?</title><content type='html'>Damn it! I miss Melbourne again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R8wgWUyqSzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NyjUK-EY3NE/s1600-h/n834395596_2182337_9726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R8wgWUyqSzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NyjUK-EY3NE/s400/n834395596_2182337_9726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173545639852264242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R8wgWEyqSyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9dcjX7-3gcA/s1600-h/n834395596_1781438_1851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R8wgWEyqSyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9dcjX7-3gcA/s400/n834395596_1781438_1851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173545635557296930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R8wgWUyqS0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZkYWWYkAxs0/s1600-h/n518022133_614861_9112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R8wgWUyqS0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZkYWWYkAxs0/s400/n518022133_614861_9112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173545639852264258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R8wgV0yqSxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cGC1l_CtANc/s1600-h/n514759517_127960_5196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R8wgV0yqSxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cGC1l_CtANc/s400/n514759517_127960_5196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173545631262329618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The thing I miss the most is this ticket machine!! Love and hate it at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-2412046806583029377?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2412046806583029377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=2412046806583029377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2412046806583029377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2412046806583029377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-again.html' title='Not again?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R8wgWUyqSzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NyjUK-EY3NE/s72-c/n834395596_2182337_9726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-3594792978754229352</id><published>2008-03-02T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:58:34.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love weekends!</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad I don't have to work during weekend. Why? Simply because I enjoy weekend so much!! I was in 1 utama for almost 9 hours on Saturday can u believe it? It's not like I've never been there or any massive sales going on now. Mum and I just want to walk around, actually she wanted to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued later in the afternoon, me, Merl and Jo joined this Basic Wall course which took us 4 hours, 2 hours theory and 2 hours practical. So yes! I'm a certified climber now, don't play play ok. If I'm not seen anywhere around, I might be on the top of the tree hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first experience of rock climbing is somewhere in August 2006. That 1 hour session was extreme. It was a try-out kinda session. In that 1 hour, I climbed that 12-metres high rock 3 times. 36m!!! I couldn't feel my hand properly after that. This time, in a more relax pace, I've learnt how to tie the basic knots and how to belay. So much difference from the previous time where you don't need anyone to belay you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another exhausted day. Lazy to talk about it but it doesn't stop me from loving weekends! Weekend rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-3594792978754229352?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3594792978754229352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=3594792978754229352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3594792978754229352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3594792978754229352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-weekends.html' title='I love weekends!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4172613320463199242</id><published>2008-02-28T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:29:55.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election</title><content type='html'>This whole election issue is starting to get on my nerve. Not that I'm voting cos I haven't register myself and don't think I would in the near future. I really don't understand. Of course I don't, me not politician. Don't you people think you are trying way too hard to get votes. That's not the way. The whole bloody newspaper is about what this did, what that did. It's not about what you did during these few weeks dude, it's all about what you did in the past 5 years. People just don't learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4172613320463199242?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4172613320463199242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4172613320463199242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4172613320463199242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4172613320463199242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/election.html' title='Election'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4650312267325318641</id><published>2008-02-01T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:15:59.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>The reason I don't like newspaper is because its full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual the first thing I reached the office is to flip to the horoscope page and see what the star gonna say about me. For no particular reason, I went through the few front pages and saw this really sad news about Lee Nian Ning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disregard of how bright her future going to be and what she could do in the future, knowing that someone is killed by bus crash is just so unbelievable. Not again I would say. How many times these bunch of idiots must do this before they even realized the pain they caused to the family of those killed? Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her blog. &lt;a href="http://nianz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nianz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so weird to read blog of someone I don't know and who you know she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's supposed to spend Chinese new year with her family this year because she wasn't around last year. Life is so unfair. Rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4650312267325318641?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4650312267325318641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4650312267325318641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4650312267325318641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4650312267325318641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-8304392560305289540</id><published>2008-01-29T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:01:34.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I just told someone today don't fuck the world because of small things but hell yea, FUCK THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore, I need to tell someone. Why is everything bad happening at the same time? The moon or the sun at different angle and somehow affected certain things? I just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the twins that's unfortunately miscarried, maybe this time fate decided to take you away from us, but I sure hoping to meet you both soon. I cried when I heard the news, but everything was cool when some docs still gave you hope. My heart was aching when I heard the final diagnose today.  They're gone. I'm not the mum and I can feel the pain, what's more if its inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will be alright soon. Dear God, is there by any chances you can tell me why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-8304392560305289540?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8304392560305289540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=8304392560305289540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8304392560305289540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8304392560305289540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-5617386989535672320</id><published>2008-01-18T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:22:37.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=P</title><content type='html'>I'm so lazy to blog. So damn lazy until I feel like rotting. wtf. But I kept telling myself I shouldn't how can I ignore this blog, I used to love it so much. Don't you worry, I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I got so crazy about bearbrick series 15, until I couldn't resist anymore and bought the 24-piece set. Sigh, it cost me a bomb but its so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R5C1Tt5lWMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nyeyR4u5pSA/s1600-h/DCF_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R5C1Tt5lWMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nyeyR4u5pSA/s400/DCF_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156820923682478274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they lovely????? Of course they are. I don't care they're just so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-5617386989535672320?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5617386989535672320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=5617386989535672320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5617386989535672320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5617386989535672320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/p.html' title='=P'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R5C1Tt5lWMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nyeyR4u5pSA/s72-c/DCF_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-8136790680556844715</id><published>2008-01-05T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:07:53.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008!</title><content type='html'>My last post was my birthday! OMFG, time really flies. Everyday seem to past by so quick and unnoticed. Even 2007 doesn't exist anymore. The year was great. I've done so many things. I've gone to places I never been to, I've experience how love can be lost and found, I've met different people, the most important is, I've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am now listening to Manhand's album. I don't know if its because I'm part of the recording team, I think this album is really nice. No joke for a local production its considered well done already. So yea, ganbate you guys. There's alot of fans out there supporting you all. Hope this album not only sell locally, but out of the country, to wherever it can go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-8136790680556844715?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8136790680556844715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=8136790680556844715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8136790680556844715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8136790680556844715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-3360409437058181588</id><published>2007-11-24T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:02:10.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>There's this old adage which says if you laugh too much, you'll ended up crying. I totally agreed on that, at least that's what I am at the end of my birthday. I'm getting more emo nowadays don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R0f2A7MzWdI/AAAAAAAAADw/jaCLNOuCO4M/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R0f2A7MzWdI/AAAAAAAAADw/jaCLNOuCO4M/s400/DSC00344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136344395791161810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R0f2CbMzWfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rQJnxeqJKKg/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R0f2CbMzWfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rQJnxeqJKKg/s400/DSC00347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136344421560965618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R0f2BrMzWeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TsjDfa8xZ60/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R0f2BrMzWeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TsjDfa8xZ60/s400/DSC00346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136344408676063714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R0f1-bMzWbI/AAAAAAAAADg/Pt7iZekhJNc/s1600-h/DSC01281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R0f1-bMzWbI/AAAAAAAAADg/Pt7iZekhJNc/s400/DSC01281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136344352841488818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R0f2ALMzWcI/AAAAAAAAADo/YHKUw8sqmXI/s1600-h/DSC01290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R0f2ALMzWcI/AAAAAAAAADo/YHKUw8sqmXI/s400/DSC01290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136344382906259906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not how much stuff I've got, its the thought that everyone in the family is so nice and sweet. Thank you all!! The red color glass thingy is called "Kiwok". Kiwok is a warrior who never retreats in battle. It represents the standard bearer of fighting spirit and winning determination. I saw this in Sweden and I didn't want to buy it, my sis went to got it without me knowing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my colleagues who got me the jelly cake.. who spent me dinner.. Arigatou gozaimasu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-3360409437058181588?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3360409437058181588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=3360409437058181588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3360409437058181588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3360409437058181588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/R0f2A7MzWdI/AAAAAAAAADw/jaCLNOuCO4M/s72-c/DSC00344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4304875954558713163</id><published>2007-11-04T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:56:49.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;好久沒寫blog了。。&lt;br /&gt;這段時間的確發生了很多事，是很開心的事啦。&lt;br /&gt;我竟然和他和好如初，surprise。。&lt;br /&gt;由於某些原因，我去了香港。&lt;br /&gt;由於我想要個答案，我們見面了。&lt;br /&gt;見面時的感覺好熟悉，一點也不陌生。&lt;br /&gt;在那個時候，我就知道我們是注定在一起的。。&lt;br /&gt;這一切來得很突然，但也很自然。&lt;br /&gt;已經在一起那麽久了，說真的，我放不下。&lt;br /&gt;既然放不下，又何必分開？&lt;br /&gt;上次的分開，是因爲距離和我們不夠成熟。&lt;br /&gt;我相信距離再次把我們拉近，應該會比上次好。&lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天想買周董的新專輯，竟然還沒到。&lt;br /&gt;沒辦法，我只好先下載，后才買。&lt;br /&gt;他每個專輯都有讓人有一種再次認識周傑倫的感覺。&lt;br /&gt;Overall, 不錯！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;!-- --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4304875954558713163?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4304875954558713163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4304875954558713163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4304875954558713163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4304875954558713163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-7054194407946090990</id><published>2007-08-04T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:27:11.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sis</title><content type='html'>How are you? I wanted to write all these down long time ago. After your wedding. But everyday I kept telling myself that time will heal. Yea eventually it will and I think I'm coping it quite well eventhough  I still cry once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not someone who can express myself properly I admit that. I always like to keep it cool and act as if I'm cold blooded or something. I'm not and I know you know it. You have been so dear and close to me all these while and how well you took care of me when we're away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember how many times I cried because of missing you. It's both way, happy that you're with the man you love and sad because you're not gonna be here. I understand that really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after work in the shop I went to your condo. Honestly even the condo itself is missing you. The plants are dying, the floor is not clean. If you're here I'm sure you'll never let that happen. I've watered your plants, let some fresh air in and pray in your praying room hoping that you're good in Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want you to know that I'll take good care of your place and your dear plants. I promise you that. And it'll be exactly the same when you left and whenever you come back. I was crying when I was driving back and the player has to play keith Urban's Tonight i wanna cry at that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go cry again and getting ready to go out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-7054194407946090990?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7054194407946090990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=7054194407946090990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/7054194407946090990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/7054194407946090990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-sis.html' title='Dear Sis'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-5487556691273157485</id><published>2007-07-20T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:48:04.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bearbrick</title><content type='html'>Time to put up some of my collections. I have no intention of doing this but a good friend of mine just gave me another one! The one I've been saying I wanted to get after the pirates 3 movie. THANKS!!! At least it did put a smile on my face after a long tired day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalaa.. so happy now..&lt;br /&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/RqDYWn7KIcI/AAAAAAAAACM/xt4QkD5jDy4/s1600-h/20-07-07_2309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RqDYWn7KIcI/AAAAAAAAACM/xt4QkD5jDy4/s400/20-07-07_2309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089305462114492866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pirate of the Caribbean 3 At World's End&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/_vOPv2E62e_A/RqDYs37KIdI/AAAAAAAAACU/GZBfVKCL1QE/s1600-h/06-07-07_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RqDYs37KIdI/AAAAAAAAACU/GZBfVKCL1QE/s400/06-07-07_1657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089305844366582226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Series 14 SF, Basic and Animal&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/9108160-5487556691273157485?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5487556691273157485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=5487556691273157485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5487556691273157485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5487556691273157485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/bearbrick.html' title='Bearbrick'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RqDYWn7KIcI/AAAAAAAAACM/xt4QkD5jDy4/s72-c/20-07-07_2309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-6652281072198877374</id><published>2007-07-19T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:58:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><content type='html'>To lie or not to lie?&lt;br /&gt;There are times where you really need to lie. White lies.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt anyone's feeling but you know you had to. How about just didn't want that person you're telling lies turned unhappy? Or simply you're not revealing the whole truth.&lt;br /&gt;You knew something but you know you have to pretend that you don't because you're not supposed to know.&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion is. It's not easy at all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-6652281072198877374?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6652281072198877374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=6652281072198877374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6652281072198877374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6652281072198877374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/lies.html' title='Lies'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-5196660773122479180</id><published>2007-07-11T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:10:51.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F u people</title><content type='html'>I have to write this or else there's no way I can fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you A fuck you B.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its me or everyone think this way.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with you people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First A. I just wanna get some ram from you. I don't know what you've heard about me, and I don't like you answer. Last time I asked you, you said its about 400 bucks so I said its expensive. Yesterday I asked you again see if the price dropped, you said no and no need to save for me cos I'm rich. Who the fuck you think you are to say that? You don't even know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second B. I was talking to myself saying I wanna go Gwen's concert. I wasn't talking to you. You said go la you're so rich. I was pissed and I ask you back how do you know I'm rich? All you can said is I just know la. Fuck you too. You don't know me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was me being over reacting and over sensitive. But I never take a single cents from my family since I started working and I only spend with my hard earn money. It's sad to know how you narrow minded people think. In your full-of-shit brain, having a wealthy family means you don't deserve to get cheaper stuff or discounts because you think they can afford it and money is never an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are surviving. So please filter it before you output it from your mouth. Thank you and fuck you again eventhough I can't. I think I'll have PMS soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-5196660773122479180?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5196660773122479180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=5196660773122479180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5196660773122479180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/5196660773122479180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/f-u-people.html' title='F u people'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4772298115267300475</id><published>2007-06-30T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:22:26.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Chinatown</title><content type='html'>It's never the same feeling when you visit some old place once again.&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown, Petaling Street. Roadside Lo See Fun stall..&lt;br /&gt;It still taste as good but I could barely recognise the road there.&lt;br /&gt;No I wasn't born in KL and I seldom visit KL unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;Well, end of story. Forgot to take photo as the craving for food is too strong.&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4772298115267300475?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4772298115267300475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4772298115267300475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4772298115267300475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4772298115267300475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-never-same-feeling-when-you-visit.html' title='KL Chinatown'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-2354923349308716938</id><published>2007-06-26T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:24:03.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>Just watched this movie during dinner. I was asking myself what would I do if I have access to this machine? Who would I like to see most? Which part of my life would I want it erased? Which part would I want to bring it back etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's if only.. Stop dreaming and live in reality!! Going to sleep now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-2354923349308716938?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2354923349308716938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=2354923349308716938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2354923349308716938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2354923349308716938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-2050152911765874161</id><published>2007-06-16T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:02:26.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the addons</title><content type='html'>Never in my l entire life have I tasted cockroach. Today I tasted 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RnLCfn9d5_I/AAAAAAAAACE/LeOpk2pjk_Q/s1600-h/15-06-07_2056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RnLCfn9d5_I/AAAAAAAAACE/LeOpk2pjk_Q/s400/15-06-07_2056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076333578558498802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Friday night and its supposed to be a day to chill out after the whole week. I was in Straits Cafe, Centrepoint, Bandar Utama for dinner. A place for some local food. When I was half done with it, I found the first invader. I felt disgusted but I continued because I was almost done. What's the point of stopping when you know maybe you have already swallowed its leg or something. Until I found the second one, I almost vomit. If I continue, I must be insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being someone with not much temper, they're lucky to have me eating that bowl of noodles. Others, I don't know what they'll do to you. The most disappointed part was the boss didn't apologised to me. Although he did sent his worker to do so even he know what happaned and the bowl of Assam Laksa is FOC, I'll never go back to the place again, ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-2050152911765874161?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2050152911765874161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=2050152911765874161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2050152911765874161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2050152911765874161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/thanks-for-addons.html' title='Thanks for the addons'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RnLCfn9d5_I/AAAAAAAAACE/LeOpk2pjk_Q/s72-c/15-06-07_2056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-8751694833717683303</id><published>2007-06-13T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:04:47.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeeee</title><content type='html'>It feels sooooo good to have short hair. As in REAL good. Never had short since I was Form 3 which was almost 10 years ago. Besides feeling good, it save shampoo, save water, save time.. save everything. I don't know how to explain, but let's say if you had this one thing for a long long time, you get sick of it and when you can get rid of it that kinda feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what makes me chopped of the curly hair before? I don't like it anymore. I had permed hair before this. During the first few months, I woke up every morning, style it, curl it whatever you call it and as time goes by, I'm getting more and more lazy and bored of it because I'm styling it the same way over and over again. Permed hair without styling = I'll looked fugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have short and straighten hair. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-8751694833717683303?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8751694833717683303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=8751694833717683303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8751694833717683303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8751694833717683303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/freeeee.html' title='Freeeee'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-8730987947419548946</id><published>2007-06-08T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:28:53.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMSing</title><content type='html'>Am PMS-ing currently. I am so moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been so far so good. I had my salary revised which I'm pretty satisfied now but another question pop up. Does it mean more responsibility? See the shit thing with me is I don't like to be in charge. It's not like I am or I need to but the idea of more responsibility is err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this month I'll be helping sis out for her wedding preperation next month. My all other classes such as violin and yoga will be freezed for the time being. It ain't easy at all. Wedding. And it definitely too not easy to see everyone is with someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet is it to be in love, again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-8730987947419548946?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8730987947419548946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=8730987947419548946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8730987947419548946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/8730987947419548946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/pmsing.html' title='PMSing'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-604947064389390644</id><published>2007-05-26T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T02:30:50.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subway</title><content type='html'>I'm damn tired now but still I wanna write this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mr Guru went uptown to take away Subway just incase we died of hunger tonight for the night shift. This is the first time I has subway since I was back. To be honest, the bread sucks and the teriyaki chicken is not teriyaki enough. Overall, it sucks la. The reason we want subway is because we were talking about Australia before this when deciding what to eat. So yea.. subway is the best brick to hit our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really true that Malaysian subway is not nice compared to what I've had before. But like what Mr Guru said which I totally agreed on, its all about the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to like subway since some time ago. I lost count of how many meals I had there before. They are EVERYWHERE and I never fail to order teriyaki chicken with parmesen oregano bread with only vege and olive plus mayonoise. Its a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are these 2 branches which I visited the most often. One at the corner of Flinders and Elizabeth and the other one along Burwood Highway, next to Deakin!! My favourite.. Those were the days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-604947064389390644?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/604947064389390644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=604947064389390644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/604947064389390644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/604947064389390644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/subway.html' title='Subway'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-6713314404137569395</id><published>2007-05-18T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T12:40:12.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up</title><content type='html'>Another night shift today. Going to work, leaving the house at approximately.. 20 minutes. I guess I'll shut my mouth up like the rest of the engineers since there are allowance for night shift for the time being. Actually its not the money issue that I didn't wan to work late its about safety. But I guess everything is fated at the very beginning. Everything has its own destiny. I don't know what is mine but let's just let it be for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to this song by 阿沁 - 记得爱 for the whole morning. Glad that he went solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天空不断下着无声的雪&lt;br /&gt;而我只有思念&lt;br /&gt;勉强能温暖黑夜&lt;br /&gt;拥抱离我已经千山万水&lt;br /&gt;每个男人都有&lt;br /&gt;说不出的心碎 oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;我还爱着一个人但愿&lt;br /&gt;回到美好的从前&lt;br /&gt;也许痛的感觉&lt;br /&gt;证明了爱的深浅&lt;br /&gt;不然为什么我还不撤退 oh～&lt;br /&gt;记得爱所有幸福的片段&lt;br /&gt;所以才一直忘记要离开&lt;br /&gt;伸出手继续勇敢付出我的爱&lt;br /&gt;原地不动的等待&lt;br /&gt;就算风把我的头发吹乱&lt;br /&gt;记得爱是我给过的答案&lt;br /&gt;就不再考虑应该不应该&lt;br /&gt;一滴泪落进无边无际的大海&lt;br /&gt;至少我们都活得没有遗憾&lt;br /&gt;只要记得爱就无所谓孤单&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-6713314404137569395?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6713314404137569395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=6713314404137569395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6713314404137569395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6713314404137569395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/shut-up_18.html' title='Shut up'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4885658845970593711</id><published>2007-05-13T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:10:00.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Hey mum, happy mother's day! Though I know shopping in Japan is great but tomorrow ok, we'll celebrate for you. I think everyday is a mother's day for you cos you have the best kids in town. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, dad called me from China, asking me how am I and what was I doing as I was home alone. I think in his heart, no matter how old I am, I'm always his little girl as I suppose all the dad in the world will think that way. I was very happy when he called cos he sound so fatherly. Asking me to eat, ask if I'm scared or not all that. I know at the age of 25, most dad wouldn't do that but he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, we went centerpoint to get some nails for the wall to hang up my future map of the world. The concrete wall is so solid until all the nails went bended. I was waiting in the car and guess what, dad came back with the nails and baskin robbin ice cream for me!!! 2 scoops! Hahaha.. see, he still treat me like a small kid. The feeling of having the ice cream from your parents is so goodd... Just like the old days.. Some things never changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind to be treated as a small girl.. Who else in the world would do that to you anyway.. Only those who love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4885658845970593711?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4885658845970593711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4885658845970593711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4885658845970593711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4885658845970593711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-4889040846778036035</id><published>2007-05-12T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:49:30.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>A week has gone by and it felt like months. Half of the time I wasn't in the office. The 2 days live sound sorta killed me as I need get my ass up at 430am. Another day of night shift has completely drained me off. Watching spidey and having that cinnamon bun yesterday were the best thing that happened in the week I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole week of loneliness makes me feel like singing the "lonely... i am so lonely.. i have nobody.. on my own... woooooo..." song. Hahaaa.. It wasn't that bad actually. Just that everyone is either out of town of out of the country. Dad was nicely golfing in China under the sun, Mum and bro were enjoying their free trip in Japan. Sis in law was in my other home - Aussieland taking some 2 months course. Sis and her fiance were having photo shooting in Frasers but she's back. Dad is coming home tonight, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things in life that we sometimes don't know how to handle. Like decisions. Decisions that you have no answers to it. Whatever it is, just follow your heart. Dumbledore says:"It's not your ability that decides who you really are, its your choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If it doesn't feel right, fuck it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-4889040846778036035?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4889040846778036035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=4889040846778036035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4889040846778036035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/4889040846778036035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-9007277549999543892</id><published>2007-05-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:01:13.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown</title><content type='html'>I used to be very happy when I saw the unknown number on my mobile. The possibilities of someone calling from overseas is 99.9%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite some time since I last saw that. Every now and then I'll get one or two calls like that but every single time I'm not able to pick it up on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who it was and was hoping the someone will call back. It never happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-9007277549999543892?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9007277549999543892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=9007277549999543892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/9007277549999543892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/9007277549999543892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/unknown.html' title='Unknown'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-3829487431357379460</id><published>2007-05-01T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:07:40.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooohoooooo</title><content type='html'>Happy 1st of May! Happy Labour day! Happy Wesak! Happy public holidays all!! I'm so happy.. but I'm dead bored tooo. The weather now is suitable for nothing but afternoon nap at this hour, I think I'm going to 1 Utama and walk around! I'm way over my quota this month but I haven't got my bearbrick yet haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-3829487431357379460?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3829487431357379460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=3829487431357379460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3829487431357379460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3829487431357379460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/wooohoooooo.html' title='Wooohoooooo'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-9173749526878385281</id><published>2007-04-26T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:40:08.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday..</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today is not only your birthday, also a day where I'll stop all my nonsense. I finally know what I miss in Melbourne, its the life with you there. I'm the one who let all these slipped away from me. Though sometimes I regretted for making that decision but I know life has to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you in my life now, I think it doesn't matter anymore because you don't seem to care. I 'm saying this because I feel the need to. Thanks for everything you've given me, taught me and the laughter and tears we've shared. It was the best time in my life knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my Melbourne story, I will still work on it. One day I will hope to return. For now, a new chapter of my life is to be unfold..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-9173749526878385281?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9173749526878385281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=9173749526878385281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/9173749526878385281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/9173749526878385281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday..'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-1529902092700980110</id><published>2007-04-25T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:52:33.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop haunting me</title><content type='html'>I sometimes wonder what the fuck is wrong with me and this Melbourne &amp; Tracy issue. I'm home for almost a year and 2 months and I still fucking miss that place. So anyone tell me what the fuck is wrong with me. You see, every single day I woke up I saw the Melbourne postcard on my noticeboard. I saw Australia flag on my desk. Almost everything in my room reminded me of the place except the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying I wanted to go back. But..&lt;br /&gt;Will I get a job? I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;Will I be lonely? I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;Will I get my PR? I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;Will I survive? I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;Will it be the same? I don't fucking know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I miss the weather?&lt;br /&gt;Do I miss the people?&lt;br /&gt;Do I miss the life there?&lt;br /&gt;Do I miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Or do I miss the life with someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-1529902092700980110?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1529902092700980110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=1529902092700980110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1529902092700980110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1529902092700980110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/04/stop-haunting-me.html' title='Stop haunting me'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-1197520330418069787</id><published>2007-04-23T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T16:57:40.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its just me</title><content type='html'>I started to not like this blog which I love it at the beginning. With Chris Daughtry's - Home keep looping in my iTunes, I'm getting more emo. Every time I hear this song playing back when someone got voted out in American Idol, I felt their sadness.. haha.. as if I was one of them. That explained why I'm emo when I heard this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only blogs will grow algae, mine will be next. And who said you can blog from anywhere? At least not me. I started this blog in Melbourne, and except that place, I dont feel like blogging anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring out into the night, &lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide the pain. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the place where love &lt;br /&gt;And feeling good don't ever cost a thing. &lt;br /&gt;And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going home, &lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong, &lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from. &lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me. &lt;br /&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old, &lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles are getting longer, it seems, &lt;br /&gt;The closer I get to you. &lt;br /&gt;I've not always been the best man or friend for you. &lt;br /&gt;But your love, it makes true. &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;You always seem to give me another try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home, &lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong, &lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from. &lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me. &lt;br /&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old, &lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-1197520330418069787?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1197520330418069787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=1197520330418069787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1197520330418069787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1197520330418069787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-just-me.html' title='Its just me'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-2892202143204315118</id><published>2007-04-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T09:42:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>Yea I'm missing you right here, right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050334885540502738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RhZk0hFnnNI/AAAAAAAAABc/-4afPpP3h64/s400/DSC00435.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050334885540502754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RhZk0hFnnOI/AAAAAAAAABk/rxZ-Gag0H7s/s400/IMG_0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050334889835470066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RhZk0xFnnPI/AAAAAAAAABs/KI9Xk_ihag0/s400/IMG_0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050334383029329090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RhZkXRFnnMI/AAAAAAAAABU/oAPGL-kpAiY/s400/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trust me, one of these days, I shall return.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-2892202143204315118?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2892202143204315118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=2892202143204315118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2892202143204315118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/2892202143204315118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RhZk0hFnnNI/AAAAAAAAABc/-4afPpP3h64/s72-c/DSC00435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-1295569015967082862</id><published>2007-03-05T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:16:15.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>有個人</title><content type='html'>已經留意了好一段時間。原來我房間后巷那閒屋，住著一個和我一樣喜歡側田的人！由下午開始播側田的歌，不論是演唱會版或者CD版，不停repeat 又repeat，依然百聼不厭！*salute* 雖然我也是這樣。。haha。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;現在的時間。淩晨一點鈡。Justin's music marathon 還沒完。&lt;br /&gt;剛看完“戀愛初歌”。正！&lt;br /&gt;雖然戯中的側田飾演一個很平凡的男生，kary 也不怎麽漂亮。&lt;br /&gt;有feel就ok。。看著兩個人慢慢 fall in love，好sweet啊！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;開始有點神志不清。。可能sweet過頭。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-1295569015967082862?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1295569015967082862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=1295569015967082862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1295569015967082862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1295569015967082862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='有個人'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-6814198022174306062</id><published>2007-03-04T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T14:30:07.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Dance</title><content type='html'>It was killing to get up from my cosy bed at 7am on a Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I managed to do it. I have to. List of stuff to buy for the lion dance. I wonder why mum didn't want to do it this time. Maybe she's sick of going to the smelly market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a kid, I'm afraid of the "lion". I think they're fierce. And I still felt that every single time I saw one. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of lion people came at 930. This year the lion is so much nicer. Last year the lion's.. skin was torn!! How paria... Besides trying to conquer the fear by getting near to the lion, I was sweating. Must be the drums and the freaking cymbals!! It's tearing my eardrums apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037949708999437810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RepkkXExrfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l-uP8We3LvE/s400/04-03-07_0956.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Anyway, it was nice. I can feel the Qi brought by the lion.. hahahah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-6814198022174306062?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6814198022174306062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=6814198022174306062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6814198022174306062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/6814198022174306062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/03/lion-dance.html' title='Lion Dance'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/RepkkXExrfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l-uP8We3LvE/s72-c/04-03-07_0956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-3338724288403890107</id><published>2007-02-16T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T09:56:57.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about chics</title><content type='html'>Its a once a year thing - reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Though it supposed to be on Saturday but the Teo's had it yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird by the fact that I still need to get up to work.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, mum was nagging and grumbling the whole day as she's the one and only chef for this feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could but somehow I just didn't want to spend the day in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story. Since I'm off work at 6pm and I got all the time before 8 till the dinner, I was being assigned to get chicken.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining.&lt;br /&gt;I mean pouring.&lt;br /&gt;Best thing that happened was: No sign of umbrella. And I'm about 200 metres away. How the hell am I supposed to get down with the plate and car key in my hand, close the door and run without getting wet? Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;So I waited, for 40 minutes in the car. I should have just stayed in the office. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story. The most important is I got the chicken. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-3338724288403890107?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3338724288403890107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=3338724288403890107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3338724288403890107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/3338724288403890107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-about-chics.html' title='All about chics'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-1336829669204807712</id><published>2007-01-15T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:15:32.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mcdonalds</title><content type='html'>There were 3 incomplete posts up to today's date in my draft folder of this poor blog so far. It just happened everytime I was about to click the post button. Something will came up either I'll think I can write more or I shouldn't write some shit tend to crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mcdonalds outside The Curve today. My first time there. Me and the memory flashback thing (long story) started. The moment I stepped in I felt as if I was back in Melbourne. The interior or exterior of this branch looked so DAMN alike like the one along Blackburn Rd. It was my first and last time in that Mcdonalds. For some reason I was there and for some reason I was waiting for someone for some reason. Whatever reason it was, I thought I went back to that moment. Anyway, it was some sweet memories. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-1336829669204807712?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1336829669204807712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=1336829669204807712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1336829669204807712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/1336829669204807712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/01/mcdonalds.html' title='Mcdonalds'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-115716954343715066</id><published>2006-09-02T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:59:03.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm waiting..</title><content type='html'>I want to go to this so badly.. I want the VIP ticket.. Anyone? I ain't the sponsor or the fans club member. Damn it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/justin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/justin.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-115716954343715066?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/115716954343715066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=115716954343715066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115716954343715066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115716954343715066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-waiting.html' title='I&apos;m waiting..'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-115700149298894283</id><published>2006-08-31T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:18:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins &amp; Eason concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just to post up some pics I took..&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/IMG_1585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/IMG_1585.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Opening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/IMG_1589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/IMG_1589.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're so close..&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/19-08-06_2048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/19-08-06_2048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually we're this far.. hehe..&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/26-08-06_2325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/26-08-06_2325.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eason's concert. Didn't bring camera. This one taken by my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This freaking seat cost us 160 bucks! He's about 1cm tall.. It was good. Real good. But not the sound system ok.&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/9108160-115700149298894283?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/115700149298894283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=115700149298894283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115700149298894283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115700149298894283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2006/08/twins-eason-concert.html' title='Twins &amp; Eason concert'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-115700147923542432</id><published>2006-08-31T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:17:59.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>SO MUCH TO TELL.. SO MUCH THAT HAPPENED..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after my previous post, I had an accident. I'd rather not mention the full story here as everything has been settled. But still alil details will do, just incase someday I lost my memory I can always read this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as in 5 people la went to Twins concert in Genting on the 19th. As a matter of fact, driving down after the concert is tiring though I'm not the driver but due to all the shouting and all, I AM. Hong stayed over at my place and we went breakfast next morning. When I was U-turning after dropping her in front of her house, here comes a motorcycle. I swear the road was clear but somehow I didn't see the bike. He flew I-dont-know-how-many metres away from my car. The first thing that cross my mind was "Please don't die" as he was lying motionless on the opposite side of the road. Thank God he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that everything was ok. I was in shock the day after. I'm very thankful that he didn't blame me or even scold me. His bike, himself, my car, all need to be fixed, except me, I'm ok. I'm perfectly ok. I'm also glad for this cos it could've been worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, end of that story. Let's proceed to next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else..&lt;br /&gt;I've joined Yogazone..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play violin. It's almost covered by inches of dust..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sing K badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I wanna do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-115700147923542432?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/115700147923542432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=115700147923542432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115700147923542432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115700147923542432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-115591883937845541</id><published>2006-08-19T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:33:59.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go away..</title><content type='html'>There are times when you have this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Some weird feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings you're not suppose to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I felt this way at the first place?&lt;br /&gt;I got no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who suppose to feel that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet I'm feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;Right now.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside me I love this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;But this is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just feelings I guess.&lt;br /&gt; It'll go away soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-115591883937845541?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/115591883937845541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=115591883937845541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115591883937845541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115591883937845541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2006/08/go-away.html' title='Go away..'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-115548372062967185</id><published>2006-08-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:50:18.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luckily</title><content type='html'>Buddy, you really scare me to death.. I thought I'm losing you..&lt;br /&gt;Please don't do this to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I came home and you weren't at the place you normally would.. You didn't come to me when I call your name as I always do.&lt;br /&gt;I know you wouldn't runaway from home but there's this saying that dog will find a place other than their home to go if they know they're dying. So that we won't watch you die because you didn't want us to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for scolding you for eating the rubbish but I'm glad that you're still here. I wanted to cry when I couldn't find you which I did later. Again, I'm being so drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he hid himself behind the tree which all the plants taller than him and happily enjoying the rubbish. That was why we couldn't see him. I even woke my bro and his wife up to help looking for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand is still aching after the 1 hour rock climbing session yesterday. I guess I stressed too much using my hands instead of my legs. My hands were shaking as soon as I got down from the 12 metres high rock. I thought my hand will be cacated or either way I wouldn't be able to type the keyboard or eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry proved I'm ok. I TYPED THIS USING MY FINGERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nites..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-115548372062967185?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/115548372062967185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=115548372062967185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115548372062967185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115548372062967185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2006/08/luckily.html' title='Luckily'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-115501734950873239</id><published>2006-08-08T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:12:16.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO AUGUST!</title><content type='html'>I didn't blog nor I remember to the whole damn July. Why do I add the damn word? Because it went on without me knowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apology to my dearest blog, I wasn't aware of your presence lately. Well by right I should have all the time in the world but due to the recent renovation or refurbishment at my place, I couldn't. I hardly got time to watch my favourite series. The BT download folder has caused my PC to run extremely slow. Why? because I didn't watch it --&gt; so I didn't back it up --&gt; ran out of space --&gt; Nobody's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm trying to say here. Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-115501734950873239?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/115501734950873239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=115501734950873239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115501734950873239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115501734950873239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-august.html' title='HELLO AUGUST!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-115141321530017504</id><published>2006-06-27T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:10:07.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My job</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep the Sunday before last week, as it is the first day of work. I even thought of not going. How childish huh that thinking.. But then that was just a thought, of course I went. I still couldn't believe I survived the whole week. Infact, it was quite dumb to be scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was about to leave the house for the first day of full tim job in my life, I almost burst into tears. For the first time I actually said Pa, Mi I'm going to work. It sounds strange to me. The reason why I was almost in tears was because I finally am off their shoulders. I'm the only one jobless at home. I really didn't want them to worry about me. I'm so proud of myself now. Or maybe I was being very drama, like how a daughter of 24, spending her whole life studying finally decided to do something with her life etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the topic. My colleagues are great and funny people, so far. The work environment is good too. Not much stress, yet. The happiest thing is CASUAL for attire! Haha... You'll never see people in their suits in a production house.. So, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.. I'm tired now.. need to go to bed and get some beauty sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-115141321530017504?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/115141321530017504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=115141321530017504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115141321530017504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115141321530017504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-job.html' title='My job'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-115054581395607507</id><published>2006-06-17T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:03:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KLCC</title><content type='html'>Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with this guy whom I met up with last week or so. He owns a company doing music production but we met up because I called him up and ask for work. We met up not for interview but for a chat session to find out what I'm interested in etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up again in KLCC yesterday to watch the MPO rehearsel. I was really glad that he took me there. Honestly I've NEVER been to an orchestra or its hall or whatsoever related. Good experience. Though they were just rehearsing, man it was so good. One of these days I'll get a ticket and watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn back the clock abit, it has been quite some time since I last took public transport. In Malaysia. I was being so dumb not knowing where the tickets will come out from after I passed through the gate. Somemore I was told and shown by a falanks! I called myself a MALAYSIAN. Men-sia-sui-kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the way back to PJ, same in the station. This bunch of ladies stopped me to promote some health thing. They are very smart, first ask you if you considered health is important. As soon as you said yes, they started bla bla bla about whatever they were bla-ing. I said I need to go. Then she'll start the crap. So health is not important?? I was like WTF. They wanted me to fill in the form and sign up a test for 10 bucks in their center near KLCC. I told them I'm from PJ, I won't purposely go and screen myself here! I remembered telling her 3 freaking times NO I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lady joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bloody pissed me off by commenting on the pimples on my T-zone! Because I'm not using whatever they're selling.. She said my skin is very clean but the pimples this and that caused by don't know what. Who the hell is she to comment on my pimples! Sales nowadays.. Why don't you tell me go do some surgery to remove my pimples. Idiots..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-115054581395607507?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/115054581395607507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=115054581395607507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115054581395607507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115054581395607507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2006/06/klcc.html' title='KLCC'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-115028795934634876</id><published>2006-06-14T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:25:59.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm officially employed!</title><content type='html'>READ THE TITLE carefully.. hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had high hopes on my previous few interviews. They all didn't get back to me when they said they will. So this time I ain't hoping much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, they want me! I was being tested etc.. I was nervous la of cos and a lil slow cos I haven't been been touching protools since like what 4 months ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the salary is low but then I'm sure I'd get a review very soon. Until I've shown what I'm capable of, salary is not my priority..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too happy now, I don't know what to type. And the aftereffect of yoga this morning is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-115028795934634876?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/115028795934634876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=115028795934634876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115028795934634876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/115028795934634876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-officially-employed.html' title='I&apos;m officially employed!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-114931698468176895</id><published>2006-06-03T14:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:43:04.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new toy</title><content type='html'>Yea.. my new toy.. Motorola V3x.. It was black but I turned it into this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/IMG_1310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/IMG_1310.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/IMG_1311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/IMG_1311.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had it done in Singapore. Some booth call themselves gmask. Just wrap your phone and you can't tell the difference! Anyway, the sales was superb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-114931698468176895?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/114931698468176895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=114931698468176895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/114931698468176895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/114931698468176895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-new-toy_03.html' title='My new toy'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-114846903154465063</id><published>2006-05-24T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:11:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from Jap</title><content type='html'>It has been a week since I came back from Japan. Too many pics to upload. 500 pics for a 7D5N trip for a country which is thousand kilometers away, too little really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/Japan%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/Japan%20028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Walt Disney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/Japan%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/Japan%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disneyland Hotdogs! SOOO delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/IMG_1305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/IMG_1305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at Kyoto Shinkansen station, getting ready for bullet ride.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/Japan%20086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/Japan%20086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked funny I know. The best meal. Its a must to wear yukata for dinner. -Mt Fuji-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/Japan%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/Japan%20089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I seldom eat pork but this is really good.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/Japan%20152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/Japan%20152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some parks I don't recall the name but got ALOT of flowers.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/Japan%20118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/Japan%20118.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for cruise around Lake Ashi. Hong on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/IMG_1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/IMG_1136.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I had almost everyday.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/Japan%20209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/Japan%20209.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dragged this poor kitty to our side with some kids crying for their mum wanting to take pics with her. Bleh! Me first! -Universal Studio-&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/1600/Japan%20129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3997/649/400/Japan%20129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place where electronic stuff are cheap like mad. -Osaka-&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/9108160-114846903154465063?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/114846903154465063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=114846903154465063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/114846903154465063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/114846903154465063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2006/05/pics-from-jap.html' title='Pics from Jap'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108160.post-114837020361679351</id><published>2006-05-23T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:50:09.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Heat</title><content type='html'>Da Vinci Da Vinci.. The whole world seem to have a common topic suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of how this movie is all about and the involvement of Christianity and history etc, I bought the book. It was indeed a very interesting book. But at some point it can be very misleading. Well it depends how well you know history and the foundation of Christianity. Honestly, I've got nothing against Jesus Christ and the religion. I believe everyone has the right to believe what they have faith in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether the fact about Mary Magdelene or Jesus Christ was married are true or not, it doesn't bother me. If the truth has to be revealed, it would have done so few thousand years ago. What we believe now is far more important. Just like what the author Dan Brown mentioned in his book, how if we suddenly tell the Buddhist that Buddha doesn't come out from lotus. Same applies to Christian. I can understand why they react differently to this movie, trying to be defensive. I totally understand my fellow Christian friends, you're just trying to protect what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is ITS JUST A MOVIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108160-114837020361679351?l=iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/114837020361679351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108160&amp;postID=114837020361679351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/114837020361679351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108160/posts/default/114837020361679351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtracythecrazy.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-heat.html' title='The Da Vinci Heat'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840742324228159639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOPv2E62e_A/SO4pmk56AEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CPyLRYgGV_8/S220/n600831089_1289428_431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
