<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCRns6fip7ImA9WhRUFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541</id><updated>2012-01-25T20:44:27.516-08:00</updated><category term="bats" /><category term="sad" /><category term="frown" /><category term="funny" /><category term="cameron highlands" /><category term="relationship" /><category term="tired" /><category term="tribute" /><category term="short film" /><category term="church arson" /><category term="forgiveness" /><category term="horoscope" /><category term="ranting" /><category term="random discussion" /><category term="symbolism" /><category term="family" /><category term="spooky" /><category term="cousins" /><category term="concert" /><category term="optic illusion" /><category term="advertisement" /><category term="myself" /><category term="greetings" /><category term="review" /><category term="work" /><category term="15Malaysia" /><category term="jo yi" /><category term="mother's day" /><category term="abstract" /><category term="malaysia" /><category term="wisdom tooth" /><category term="kuala lumpur" /><category term="deleted friend" /><category term="holiday" /><category term="job-seeking" /><category term="college" /><category term="shah alam" /><category term="kak ain" /><category term="accident" /><category term="pagoh" /><category term="mourning" /><category term="putrajaya" /><category term="lepak" /><category term="preview" /><category term="movie" /><category term="resume" /><category term="DSLR camera" /><category term="runting" /><category term="chinese new year" /><category term="genting" /><category term="design" /><category term="sick" /><category term="fun" /><category term="violin" /><category term="love" /><category term="widget" /><category term="videography" /><category term="best friend" /><category term="botanical garden" /><category term="wildlife" /><category term="forced perspective" /><category term="sakuma drops" /><category term="poem" /><category term="manga" /><category term="hot air balloon" /><category term="reminiscence" /><category term="dear biebie" /><category term="song" /><category term="grandfather" /><category term="marriage" /><category term="internship" /><category term="tv ad shooting" /><category term="condolence" /><category term="puchong" /><category term="graphic design" /><category term="zoo" /><category term="mosque desecration" /><category term="animation" /><category term="susana" /><category term="dear mum" /><category term="melaka" /><category term="whining" /><category term="film teaser" /><category term="friends" /><category term="bukit jalil" /><category term="sharing" /><category term="rainy" /><category term="birthday" /><category term="photography" /><category term="location scouting" /><category term="random" /><category term="good friday" /><category term="30 day blogging challenge" /><category term="book" /><category term="depressed" /><category term="post processing" /><category term="passion" /><category term="speedlight" /><category term="food" /><category term="religion" /><category term="series" /><category term="assignment" /><title>dear sumire</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/DearSumire" /><feedburner:info uri="dearsumire" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>DearSumire</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcARXg4fCp7ImA9WhRTEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-3554249457478171441</id><published>2011-10-31T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:47:24.634-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T18:47:24.634-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deleted friend" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best friend" /><title>a reply</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Dear Miss T,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got your memo, and I understand you perfectly. I'll keep my reply as brief as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're probably right about there's nothing to salvage after all, but I never thought of our friendship as something to salvage. I thought you said no one would or will understand what's between us. I guess that includes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for all the blood you bleed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a big thank you for being there despite all the shit we're in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't worry, I read you perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I once said, "We're done when you don't want me around anymore."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll do as I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess it doesn't matter much, since we ain't talking to each other like how we use to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't hear from me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A deleted friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-3554249457478171441?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LxRKXYZMYIRbzf5UiDlTQpysgac/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LxRKXYZMYIRbzf5UiDlTQpysgac/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LxRKXYZMYIRbzf5UiDlTQpysgac/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LxRKXYZMYIRbzf5UiDlTQpysgac/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/E5HOcHyk5ZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/3554249457478171441/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/10/reply.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/3554249457478171441?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/3554249457478171441?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/E5HOcHyk5ZA/reply.html" title="a reply" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/10/reply.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQMQ3k9fyp7ImA9WhdbEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-3353827328836484960</id><published>2011-10-10T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:13:02.767-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T16:13:02.767-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sakuma drops" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie" /><title>sakuma drops / hotaru no haka</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever heard of the 'Sakuma drops'? I know that's so random, or maybe I ran out of things to blog about. I realize all my entries are mostly rantings nowadays. Loled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sakuma Drops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; (サクマ式ドロップス Sakuma-shiki Doroppusu) &lt;/i&gt;are a hard candy from Japan. They are flavored with real fruit juice and are made by Sakuma Candy Co. based in Ikebukuro, Tokyo. The candies are not as popular as they were in the past, but they are an easily recognizable icon in Japan as they have been available since the Meiji period. The candies are sold in 4-by-3.5 inch tin cans with a tin pull cap. Sakuma tins are collectible items, as the design frequently changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CsDJB_l65yo/TpMi3eRZ6BI/AAAAAAAAAwM/AojOwTekigI/s1600/sakuma%2Bdrops.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CsDJB_l65yo/TpMi3eRZ6BI/AAAAAAAAAwM/AojOwTekigI/s400/sakuma%2Bdrops.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661907492949059602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And here's my first can of sakuma drops!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What I learned from the internet was this green can is the 'normal edition'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, the first time I ever had this candy was when Lucas had a can in his bag. I was immediately hooked by the design of the can. The one he had was the red colored can. But never had I thought that the candy itself had such a long history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was even featured in a Studio Gibhli 1988 animation titled Hotaru no haka (Grave of Fireflies). I watched it, and I will never be able to look at Sakuma Drops the same way ever again. It's undeniably the saddest movie I had ever watched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXqegNKbvJo/TpMlOsazqRI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fPXkkT8SjeU/s1600/grave%2Bof%2Bfireflies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXqegNKbvJo/TpMlOsazqRI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fPXkkT8SjeU/s400/grave%2Bof%2Bfireflies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661910090906839314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seita and Setsuko&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The film speaks of Seita and Setsuko, a pair of siblings living/surviving the end of World War II. It's a saddening story of how harsh life can be during wartimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The film begins with Seita dressed only in rags, dying of starvation. All he was holding on was a can of Sakuma drops can. After given up his last breath, he drop the can. A janitor picks it up, looking for anything valuable. He toss what seems to be a worthless candy can out. The can's cover breaks open and sprung out the ash and bones of Setsuko. But that was not all. Also coming out of it was a cloud of red fireflies, and Setsuko's spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon seeing her brother Seita's lifeless body lying on the floor unattended, Setsuko was about to run towards him, only to be stopped by Seita's spirit, now dressed handsomely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seita and Setsuko's spirit then travel back to the place they belong: Kobe. As they travel, they are seen to face their own flashbacks. They were the children of an Imperial Navy sailor. During the Kobe bombing, they lost their mother. It was then an empty Sakuma drops can in Setsuko's possession was used to store their mother's jewelries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They rely on their aunt for a while, until their only relative left begins to think of the two of them as a burden. Seita decided that they can live on their own, converting a shelter into their home. But living on their own was a grave mistake that Seita made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seita had to steal and trade in order to get food, but it was never enough. Unable to get enough food for the two of them, Setsuko begins to suffer from malnutrition and eventually dies from it. Before dying, Setsuko was sucking their mother's jewelries from the candy can due to hallucination. She also ingested the 'rice balls' she made out of mud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seita cremated his sister with sorrow. He store her ash in the candy can and never went back to the shelter ever again. The film end with the pair of siblings sitting beside each other, watching over modern Kobe cityscape nightview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9U2vQsTyK0/TpMtIvoT8LI/AAAAAAAAAws/rMK_m4JC3ws/s1600/sakuma.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9U2vQsTyK0/TpMtIvoT8LI/AAAAAAAAAws/rMK_m4JC3ws/s400/sakuma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661918784782594226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seita trying to get the candy out of the can when Setsuko cries... *Cute*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The way I see it, at least they're still reconnected at death. This is a film you should never miss. It's a masterpiece. My review? I give it a 5/5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;loving both of it: sakuma drops / hotaru no haka,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-3353827328836484960?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2M2RM9q0NC3An5bjvwaYxvvrkGw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2M2RM9q0NC3An5bjvwaYxvvrkGw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2M2RM9q0NC3An5bjvwaYxvvrkGw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2M2RM9q0NC3An5bjvwaYxvvrkGw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/8syrjuIC-E8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/3353827328836484960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/10/sakuma-drops-hotaru-no-haka.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/3353827328836484960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/3353827328836484960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/8syrjuIC-E8/sakuma-drops-hotaru-no-haka.html" title="sakuma drops / hotaru no haka" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CsDJB_l65yo/TpMi3eRZ6BI/AAAAAAAAAwM/AojOwTekigI/s72-c/sakuma%2Bdrops.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/10/sakuma-drops-hotaru-no-haka.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIDQ34zfSp7ImA9WhdUF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-8887871825227221680</id><published>2011-10-04T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T02:29:32.085-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-04T02:29:32.085-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ranting" /><title>being judged</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Dear Sumire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Recently, I felt like I'm kind of reckless. I do mistakes here and there. To my bosses, I'm sorry. But I doubt any of them would have the chance to read it on my blog here. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Aside of my recklessness while doing my job here, I got much shit lately. Luckily, it's not from my superior. Rather old expired shit if you ask me. Like ten years expired. I know that people talk shit about me sometimes. Alright, maybe all the time. but what I don't get is how a person who I'd not talk to in 10  years could thrash talk me too. Maybe, just maybe, I'm way too hard to get over with. I'm way too tempting for most people, that's why they like to talk about me so much. That must be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Everybody judged me like they know me. I leave a huge BAD impression on everybody. I'm after all a book with nasty cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;So continue all your thrash talk about me. And I'll thrash talk you on my blog. See? I'm always so harmless. Just thrash talking on the cyberspace. Don't worry. I am indeed getting more and more harmless over the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Do I intimidate you, my friends? Because even my colleagues here said I'm fierce, intimidating, lansi and et cetera. I guess what people say about books are true. You judge it by the cover, and by the review made by others. People tell you Twilight is a good book, fans came pouring in. Even filmmakers became interested. Nobody reads a book with a nasty cover, or without a good review. Nobody will know the contents without reading it, ain't it true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I guess not. Even a person who'd not read me before gave me a ridiculously bad review. Ain't it right Michelle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Halt. What am I talking about anyway? I don't even know where my writings are heading to anymore, so I should stop right here. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;A book with nasty cover, plus bad reviews,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;jin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-8887871825227221680?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pk8kTGvq9ZSmOQ-qboGY6B4ZMZU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pk8kTGvq9ZSmOQ-qboGY6B4ZMZU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pk8kTGvq9ZSmOQ-qboGY6B4ZMZU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pk8kTGvq9ZSmOQ-qboGY6B4ZMZU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/SgBB7liNGsU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/8887871825227221680/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-judged.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/8887871825227221680?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/8887871825227221680?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/SgBB7liNGsU/being-judged.html" title="being judged" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-judged.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8MSXw_eSp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-1921474859155169503</id><published>2011-08-30T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:04:48.241-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:04:48.241-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random discussion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship" /><title>fragility of relationship</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Sumire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I went on on a supper with this one guy I'd known almost all my my life. And he told me he had a broke-up like 3 weeks ago. For a moment, I was stunned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was one of my best friend ever, and to tell the truth, I'd always envied him. He had a calm heart and mind. He have the most serene relationship,and I'd never heard any problems regarding it. Like I say, I envied him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this one news I heard about him having a break-up was shocking. I thought he was going 'really-steady'. I even thought I might get an wedding invitation sometime next year or so. But a break-up? It makes me question the fragility of love. Wait, maybe the fragility of a relationship would sound more like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder why people get together. Is it because of love? Or was it because we humans just need another being to hang on? If that's the case, is that why most of the long-distance-relationships failed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd been told, relationship is not about give and take. It's much more than that. It's about love. It's about being happy. Easier said than done isn't it? How many of yous out there had a really happy relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then, I'd also been told that being in a relationship means you learn to give and take; happily. if you can do so, then you're doing good. if you're not, you're pretty much screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd also being told that being in a relationship is about having a commitment. If you trust that someone, then love him or her with all your heart. Commitment means you forget all the wrongs and errs before you and start committing to that one person again. Alright, now it sounds almost impossible to be done. After all, we're only humans. To err is human, to forgive divine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So to speak, we are all on a difficult mission to seek and search for the other half. But to be with that someone until the end of the road is way harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;jin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-1921474859155169503?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ne7N2WxM2QY1SADbl5DaESrlij8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ne7N2WxM2QY1SADbl5DaESrlij8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ne7N2WxM2QY1SADbl5DaESrlij8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ne7N2WxM2QY1SADbl5DaESrlij8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/TiPNfspXViI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/1921474859155169503/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/fragility-of-relationship.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/1921474859155169503?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/1921474859155169503?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/TiPNfspXViI/fragility-of-relationship.html" title="fragility of relationship" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/fragility-of-relationship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4FRHs7fSp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-8121630140549979367</id><published>2011-08-29T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:05:15.505-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:05:15.505-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wisdom tooth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="melaka" /><title>wisdom tooth</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Sumire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a surgery to remove 2 of my wisdom tooth on my right. It had to be done since it was impacted and was getting too near to the nerves. It was causing me so much pain that I had an injection on my butt at 2a.m. in the morning. the pain was so unbearable that I was trembling so badly as I drove to Subang Medical Center. The tooth had to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not so easy to summarize the whole experience. I mean, it was way scarier then what I thought. It's almost like the dentist is treating you like a nut cracker, where you heard noise of nuts cracking inside your mouth, but only, it's not nuts. It's the tooth which is cracking. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Prakkk*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Now imagine that kind of loud jolt with a huge plyer in your mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn, I swear, no nuts for me for this few months.&lt;i&gt; (It's not like I can eat them anyway with my current &lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;toothless&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt; condition.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The dentist told me the procedures would be completed in 45 minutes tops. But in the end, it was extended to a full 2 hours, due to the fact that the horizontally impacted on the bottom right was not able to be extracted with ease. That's when the language became scarier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hand me the bone cutter. I think I'll need to cut into his jaw."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to admit, I requested for more local anesthetics because it became painful halfway through the procedure. After that, I don't feel a thing in my mouth. But it's still scary how the dentist puts her tools into my mouth without me feeling anything. I felt helpless. All I thought of at the moment is for the whole thing to end a.s.a.p. Gosh! But it's almost like it will never end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, when the dentist said it was done, I released a happy smile. But maybe, it doesn't look like a smile at all. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wJLBvXXHXE/TlyPo4gq2AI/AAAAAAAAAvw/95AQRhH8JRc/s1600/309234_10150269485841659_724521658_7899748_174909_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wJLBvXXHXE/TlyPo4gq2AI/AAAAAAAAAvw/95AQRhH8JRc/s400/309234_10150269485841659_724521658_7899748_174909_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646545965342709762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aww. And look at how much it swells after the procedure. Aww.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the worst part of all? I still have two wisdom tooth on my left to remove. FML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-8121630140549979367?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gJpI_0VfJfDDpvJNoULsdLOAtIM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gJpI_0VfJfDDpvJNoULsdLOAtIM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gJpI_0VfJfDDpvJNoULsdLOAtIM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gJpI_0VfJfDDpvJNoULsdLOAtIM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/LL6IGpAzwkk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/8121630140549979367/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/wisdom-tooth.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/8121630140549979367?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/8121630140549979367?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/LL6IGpAzwkk/wisdom-tooth.html" title="wisdom tooth" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wJLBvXXHXE/TlyPo4gq2AI/AAAAAAAAAvw/95AQRhH8JRc/s72-c/309234_10150269485841659_724521658_7899748_174909_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/wisdom-tooth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4GRns7eSp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-7677595692850357090</id><published>2011-08-24T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:05:27.501-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:05:27.501-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ranting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whining" /><title>fml</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Sumire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, I got some very awesome weeks past me. Not really. It was not enjoyable at all. I'm talking about a f*cked-up-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of my life for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I worked like a crazy mad ass.&lt;/span&gt; (Definitely not because I wanted to, but that's not much of a choice. I'm kinda being forced to ;-P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I broke my cellphone.&lt;/span&gt; (Awesome isn't it? FML. Grrrrrr...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The dentist informs, that I will need to remove both wisdom tooth from the right. &lt;/span&gt;(That's like a big 600 bucks hole in my bank account.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I was bullied.&lt;/span&gt; (I'm not gonna talk about it. But I'd never thought that would happen to ME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's a bout it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for Raya to those who's going to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;And to those who don't, go ahead and head to open houses alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to smile again :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-7677595692850357090?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iubPQaGgx_DGmxjqS4Jyt06nkQk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iubPQaGgx_DGmxjqS4Jyt06nkQk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iubPQaGgx_DGmxjqS4Jyt06nkQk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iubPQaGgx_DGmxjqS4Jyt06nkQk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/Cyy-yV9O8Yc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/7677595692850357090/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-sumire-owh-i-got-awesome-weeks.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/7677595692850357090?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/7677595692850357090?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/Cyy-yV9O8Yc/dear-sumire-owh-i-got-awesome-weeks.html" title="fml" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-sumire-owh-i-got-awesome-weeks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HR3wyeyp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-823130700417972123</id><published>2011-08-15T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:05:36.293-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:05:36.293-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ranting" /><title>broken phone</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Just so damn freaking great. My phone just suddenly breaks. Just like that. The screen just cracked. Hell!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it awesome to be poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F*cked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-823130700417972123?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/InYyGm29bPzj3MW_K8mSUpkWzoQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/InYyGm29bPzj3MW_K8mSUpkWzoQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/InYyGm29bPzj3MW_K8mSUpkWzoQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/InYyGm29bPzj3MW_K8mSUpkWzoQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/nRIK5RGImpg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/823130700417972123/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-sumire-great.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/823130700417972123?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/823130700417972123?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/nRIK5RGImpg/dear-sumire-great.html" title="broken phone" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-sumire-great.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4AQn8_cSp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-7300743195497218651</id><published>2011-08-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:05:43.149-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:05:43.149-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ranting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abstract" /><title>life's a mess</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I thought I'm one step closer to my dreams, i felt like I'm being dragged miles away from it. I thought I was so sophisticated, but now I feel simplistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is like a paper boat rocking in the middle of the very vast ocean. We don't know what's ahead of us, and we don't know what had just gone past us. We don't know what's about to come, or have the worst gone past us yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rocking and rocking in the middle of the ocean, with no sense of direction. We're only as fragile as the wet paper boat, when will we be crushed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life makes us wonder "Will we ever find the promised land?" Like Moses' men wandering in the deserts, maybe in 40 years we might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-7300743195497218651?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7in9IXhHKw_AdERPtoth-j_8TnI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7in9IXhHKw_AdERPtoth-j_8TnI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7in9IXhHKw_AdERPtoth-j_8TnI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7in9IXhHKw_AdERPtoth-j_8TnI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/t3HxqClK1pg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/7300743195497218651/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifes-mess.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/7300743195497218651?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/7300743195497218651?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/t3HxqClK1pg/lifes-mess.html" title="life's a mess" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifes-mess.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BQH8zeyp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-5455481069021261332</id><published>2011-08-15T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:05:51.183-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:05:51.183-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><title>blogging at workplace</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well well... I'm saying hello again from my working desk. Let's talk about my working experience here. I get to meet people of different nature and background here. Most of the people working here are literally young people. We're talking about people under 30s. But seriously, SERIOUSLY, most of them look kind of old. Like maybe their in their mid 30s. I guess that's what stress do to people. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm gonna join the 'old-look-gang' kinda soon. With the amount of work and stress on my shoulder, I bet I'm gonna grow some beard pretty soon, although I kinda lack the hormones to grow a whole bunch of goatee. LOLx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're people who're freshies, just like me. There are also people who had been earning their paychecks here like 2-3 years. One particular guy here who's as tall as hell have been working here for like 15 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching people are fun. Some of them are funny. Some of them rarely talks. One of them cracks jokes. One of them make funny remarks about himself. One of them are as fierce as a tiger, roaring at the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this contract job would be a momentary job for me, since I was only offered a contract job that expires in 3 months, but things kinda look at the way where I think I'm here to stay; at least for the moment. There's so much more for me to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, I see a long way in front of me. Awww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-5455481069021261332?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FOZFXHaWKrQekS1BhcmfYgFajko/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FOZFXHaWKrQekS1BhcmfYgFajko/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FOZFXHaWKrQekS1BhcmfYgFajko/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FOZFXHaWKrQekS1BhcmfYgFajko/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/f_4Jz8IDxJ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/5455481069021261332/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/blogging-at-workplace.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/5455481069021261332?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/5455481069021261332?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/f_4Jz8IDxJ0/blogging-at-workplace.html" title="blogging at workplace" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/blogging-at-workplace.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4CQH4yfCp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-3451286953899426662</id><published>2011-08-13T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:06:01.094-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:06:01.094-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cousins" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="melaka" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reminiscence" /><title>my cousins and i</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Sumire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm feeling extremely exhausted! Probably it was because of the late badminton session with Lucas, Doreen, Lynn and Kam. Or maybe, it's due to waking up early despite the fatigue. Or maybe the 2 hours drive home to Melaka did drain me a little bit more. I've yet to consider the fact that my car wipers suddenly stop functioning thus having me wait for more than an hour at the workshop while they service the wiper motor. Not to mention the mechanic took it in and off several time before it finally works again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But being home at Melaka have its good side. I enjoyed the quality time with my family. Had a great dinner and durians after. I guess the durians are so-so. But it's the company that matters. God, I haven't had such earnest chat with my cousins in such a long time. Few years back, we use to do it all the time didn't we? I guess time changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My cousins and I, we use to go cycling a lot. We use to get muddy in the paddy field, and so on and so forth. Holidays are pure madness and havoc in my house. My mum would get a serious headaches with all 7 of us wreaking madness in her usually serene home. You would see us running around screaming, and occasionally, the some of the girls would be crying. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dominic and I, we use to be so tight. We even said funny things about how we would meet up in playground that we call the 'usual spot' 20-30 years from now. I'm curious how the future will turn up to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosh, I'm old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3262756192691561541-3451286953899426662?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JuiJpESINrbcdj__psuPFPoUKXE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JuiJpESINrbcdj__psuPFPoUKXE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JuiJpESINrbcdj__psuPFPoUKXE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JuiJpESINrbcdj__psuPFPoUKXE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/mu0MHpN2Yxk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/3451286953899426662/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-cousins-and-i.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/3451286953899426662?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/3451286953899426662?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/mu0MHpN2Yxk/my-cousins-and-i.html" title="my cousins and i" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-cousins-and-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4CSXg-fSp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-8549898359902138448</id><published>2011-08-01T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:06:08.655-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:06:08.655-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ranting" /><title>oh well</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever know me at all, I'm nothing more than a disappointment. Ask that to my parents, my sister, my friend and my girl. They might not agree, but they know. I know, I tried to change, I failed, and so I told myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nah, you know what? I'm fine being a failure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm not fine. I hate being called a failure, although no one really call that straight in my face. I know by the way they look, or talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very bad temper. And I totally lost it this morning. Slamming on the doors and throwing tantrum. When will I ever learn how to control myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I'm emotional. I remembered being called emo-king. I remembered some guys who totally stop talking to me after I threw some scary looking stare at them. I remember a time in secondary school where people won't try to talk to me because I looked like a fucking demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I still did not manage to control my temper. No matter how fucking hard I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-8549898359902138448?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y6UQ4hjO-sRjsnUA3HMII04nJwE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y6UQ4hjO-sRjsnUA3HMII04nJwE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y6UQ4hjO-sRjsnUA3HMII04nJwE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y6UQ4hjO-sRjsnUA3HMII04nJwE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/T58nL-JLt68" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/8549898359902138448/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-well.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/8549898359902138448?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/8549898359902138448?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/T58nL-JLt68/oh-well.html" title="oh well" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-well.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DRHc-cCp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-3587040693709343994</id><published>2011-07-18T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:06:15.958-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:06:15.958-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="30 day blogging challenge" /><title>day 5 - a picture of me from 2 years ago</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post came a lil late, but i tot, whatever. I was sick yesterday,and the day before yesterday was my convocation. Thus the late post, but I'll continue the post anyway. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2N9sSnGC5o/TiS9DL6MxFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/vpjkqxsZJP4/s1600/DSC_0007%2B%25282%2529r.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2N9sSnGC5o/TiS9DL6MxFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/vpjkqxsZJP4/s400/DSC_0007%2B%25282%2529r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630833296554116178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I was skinnier back then. LOLed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from a rounder and fatter me now, I guess I ain't so different from what I am 2 years ago. I'm me after all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tired,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-3587040693709343994?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C-S1UL0HM-NtbCOeqrm7O7vwZQw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C-S1UL0HM-NtbCOeqrm7O7vwZQw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C-S1UL0HM-NtbCOeqrm7O7vwZQw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C-S1UL0HM-NtbCOeqrm7O7vwZQw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/bvUN7psP_co" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/3587040693709343994/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-5-picture-of-me-from-2-years-ago.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/3587040693709343994?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/3587040693709343994?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/bvUN7psP_co/day-5-picture-of-me-from-2-years-ago.html" title="day 5 - a picture of me from 2 years ago" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2N9sSnGC5o/TiS9DL6MxFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/vpjkqxsZJP4/s72-c/DSC_0007%2B%25282%2529r.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-5-picture-of-me-from-2-years-ago.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4MQng9fCp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-5621366948487436313</id><published>2011-07-16T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:06:23.664-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:06:23.664-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ranting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="30 day blogging challenge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best friend" /><title>day 4 - photo of my best friend</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was a hectic day at work. Watched Harry Potter 7.2, which was kinda entertaining, then I went home, and I went to bed, and I woke up an hour later to be struck by a crazy-ass toothache, which forced me to drive out at 1am in the morning, went to Subang Medical Center where I got a jab and a consultation, and burn a RM100 hole in my pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was so unbearable really. I was cringing in pain, sweaty palms and my entire body was trembling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, its day 4, and I should post a favorite picture of my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SmDLLTV1R_c/TiHdGBMfhwI/AAAAAAAAAvc/kO2BECSGDnk/s1600/bapak%2Bayam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That was the pimp or &lt;b&gt;bapak ayam&lt;/b&gt; of 5 Sc 2 of year 2004. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh Gosh! &lt;/i&gt;That was like how many years ago? Seven? After seven years, I still like that picture of him. We sure are old now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And by the way, my convocation is finally going to happen tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I should sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3262756192691561541-5621366948487436313?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CNg3Z4hfnkbwOmX80A11kh2Uecg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CNg3Z4hfnkbwOmX80A11kh2Uecg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CNg3Z4hfnkbwOmX80A11kh2Uecg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CNg3Z4hfnkbwOmX80A11kh2Uecg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/CV5eM14sbb8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/5621366948487436313/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-4-photo-of-my-best-friend.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/5621366948487436313?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/5621366948487436313?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/CV5eM14sbb8/day-4-photo-of-my-best-friend.html" title="day 4 - photo of my best friend" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SmDLLTV1R_c/TiHdGBMfhwI/AAAAAAAAAvc/kO2BECSGDnk/s72-c/bapak%2Bayam.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-4-photo-of-my-best-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NRHs5fip7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-1975097060215482098</id><published>2011-07-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:06:35.526-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:06:35.526-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="30 day blogging challenge" /><title>day 3 - my idea of the perfect first date</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's a perfect first date. I just don't believe things like that exists. I think it will never be perfect. Well, after all, none of us are perfect. We all err from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might said that I'm a negetive person. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, its the emotion that counts. I remember the first time I held my girl's hand and called her mine. Seriously, we were only driving in my old car and had a meal together. I was smiling silly. The whole day. For a whole damn week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. No perfect first date.&lt;br /&gt;But having a happy date? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-1975097060215482098?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h7QJsisuG802TAttzcYHVID4ulQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h7QJsisuG802TAttzcYHVID4ulQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h7QJsisuG802TAttzcYHVID4ulQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h7QJsisuG802TAttzcYHVID4ulQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/phHRrdSTxqw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/1975097060215482098/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-3-my-idea-of-perfect-first-date.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/1975097060215482098?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/1975097060215482098?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/phHRrdSTxqw/day-3-my-idea-of-perfect-first-date.html" title="day 3 - my idea of the perfect first date" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-3-my-idea-of-perfect-first-date.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcERH45cCp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-5209308133327828600</id><published>2011-07-14T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:06:45.028-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:06:45.028-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="30 day blogging challenge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>day 2 - something i ate today</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So Day 2 - A photo of something you ate today. Well, to sum up, I had many rounds of dinner today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Subway meatball 6-inch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tK6iSZvsvo/Th93FjMagpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/cAKgcr7CrkA/s1600/DSC_0009r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Nasi Tomato with beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; And uh.... Macaroni and pizzas, and lekors and nuggets. And also  okonomiyaki and some fish. Thanks to jane for the great meal. What about  conducting another housewarming soon? LOLed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAXJIa6kciM/Th93F28y76I/AAAAAAAAAvM/d5V3L1SStDg/s1600/DSC_0011r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;And durians, thanks to Jane's housemate. I heard the durians came all the way from Perak into my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiaoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-5209308133327828600?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GpPHr_oH3IGqYk2pfrUPhSkF5G8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GpPHr_oH3IGqYk2pfrUPhSkF5G8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GpPHr_oH3IGqYk2pfrUPhSkF5G8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GpPHr_oH3IGqYk2pfrUPhSkF5G8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/DqemPJSCofg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/5209308133327828600/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-2-something-i-ate-today.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/5209308133327828600?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/5209308133327828600?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/DqemPJSCofg/day-2-something-i-ate-today.html" title="day 2 - something i ate today" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tK6iSZvsvo/Th93FjMagpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/cAKgcr7CrkA/s72-c/DSC_0009r.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-2-something-i-ate-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcFQHY5eCp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-1544275413831774589</id><published>2011-07-13T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:06:51.820-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:06:51.820-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="30 day blogging challenge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="myself" /><title>day 1 - photo + describing my day</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I'll start my 3o Days Blogging challenge. I've full confidence that I'll fail this trial. Previously I tried to do my own &lt;a href="http://eugene-photography.blogspot.com/"&gt;365 Day photography&lt;/a&gt;. I failed at day 17. LOL. Now I'm trying to commit to a 30 day blogging challenge since I saw this thing at many blogs seriously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://iknowyoudontgiveadamnaboutmylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pouleen The Cartoon Blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://cathyshomepage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cathy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to name a few.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the daily module for the course of 3o DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvtczSBmPvo/Th2wNyajSKI/AAAAAAAAAus/V7WPs2X2MrA/s1600/30%2Bday%2Bchallenge.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I guess maybe I'll start now? Let's see... Day 1: A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1efTdq8P1KI/Th29g1jfwNI/AAAAAAAAAu8/IyDI5p0X7nw/s1600/jin%2Bby%2Bmin%2Br.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the messy me.&lt;br /&gt;(Credits to my Baby for snapping this photo in I-City.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My day started with a traffic jam. Oh well, probably shud get use to it by now but still, I feel nervous about being late, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(since my company deduce the daily wage off if we're late. Now what kind of rule is that?!) &lt;/span&gt;and normally the jam would take away at least 15-30 minutes away from my travelling time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach the office, I'll do my routine 9.00 to 6.15 all in my cubicle. You could say I'd never leave that spot unless I need to go to the loo, or to Angela's table to drop/take JR forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today is somewhat different because right after I finish my working hours, I rushed to Subang Parade instead of heading home. I'm there particularly to pick up my darling and to have dinner with her. We ate at Dave's Deli, which happens to be one of our favourite places to dine. I love the food, particularly the quarter chicken, in which the gravy was superb. But still, I think the taste had deteriorate since the last time I'd been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling bought me a cup today, which is kind of cute. I love it. Maybe tomorrow I'll take a picture of it and post it up. If you're wondering why I won't do it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be because I'm already snoring.&lt;br /&gt;ZZzzzZZzzzZZzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-1544275413831774589?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ws4pQRMUE0n6R0s4I_7vGuDYUxM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ws4pQRMUE0n6R0s4I_7vGuDYUxM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ws4pQRMUE0n6R0s4I_7vGuDYUxM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ws4pQRMUE0n6R0s4I_7vGuDYUxM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/LUXIlVa1COk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/1544275413831774589/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-1-photo-describing-my-day.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/1544275413831774589?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/1544275413831774589?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/LUXIlVa1COk/day-1-photo-describing-my-day.html" title="day 1 - photo + describing my day" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvtczSBmPvo/Th2wNyajSKI/AAAAAAAAAus/V7WPs2X2MrA/s72-c/30%2Bday%2Bchallenge.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-1-photo-describing-my-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcGQHw7fyp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-3032680176771621723</id><published>2011-07-12T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:07:01.207-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:07:01.207-07:00</app:edited><title>email blogging</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe with my mobile phone in my hand, and data plan on de go, i'll be rajin rajin a bit bloggin using email. Loled ;-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, this is just a test post. Will be blogging soon. ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-3032680176771621723?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vRPMSHININRPA5s8reNP7WewoiE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vRPMSHININRPA5s8reNP7WewoiE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vRPMSHININRPA5s8reNP7WewoiE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vRPMSHININRPA5s8reNP7WewoiE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/-O2opFTY6KA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/3032680176771621723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/email-blogging_12.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/3032680176771621723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/3032680176771621723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/-O2opFTY6KA/email-blogging_12.html" title="email blogging" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/email-blogging_12.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHQHwzeSp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-5508627255188160628</id><published>2011-07-12T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:07:11.281-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:07:11.281-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ranting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><title>21 minute blogging</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've like 23 minutes more before I speed back to Shah Alam, for dinner, and for bed. So here's a super duper speedy blog update which I should've wrote since like 2 weeks ago. Anyway, I'd been lazy to update this blog lately. It was probably due to my emotional quality being pretty doomed this last few weeks. But anyhow, now I'm happy, I know what I want, and I won't jeopardize my own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about having dreams, I had this weird dream this morning about how I crash into a man in red color tee shirt. Guess what? He rose up and plunged open my door and pulled me out of my car and try to pummel me. I got into a fight with him, but no matter how hard I punch, nothing landed on him. Well, him on me neither. But that's no dream. That's nightmare. What am I talking about here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams! Yes, dreams. I dreamed that I would be a Graphic Designer one day, but that's a dream no more too. Currently I'm working as a Junior Graphic Designer at Leno Marketing Bhd, and I think I'd been here like 3 weeks now. It's my first REAL job so I really had a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me about how working life is like, I'll leave you with two alphabets. No, not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.U.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O.T.&lt;/span&gt;! I'm leaving office at 9p.m. sometimes. Sometimes later. Sometimes, Saturday and Sunday also I'd to come back to office to finish off whatever not. Unpaid O.T. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plak tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm not complaining. I'm kinda used to it by now. Even my Bie stopped complaining about me coming home late now. Well, not stop as in stop entirely, but you know? Stop for the time being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm working Monday to Friday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and sometimes Saturday, or sometimes Sunday...) &lt;/span&gt;I don't even have much time for movies! Talking about movies. Oh my oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers 3? Sucked. Like seriously sucked big time. Okay, it was probably a little damn bit better then the second installment, but the second sequel sucked big time too alright. I don't get what TF 3 want to deliver at all. At all! The characters had  no depth, and Optimus Prime chickens in his truck mode when he's pissed? Really? Sounds like a kid to me. Not very 'Prime' like huh? The only thing to applaud in this movie is the 3D technology. But hey, I saw that awesome trick in the first TF movie already. So, nothing really special about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watched Green Lantern too. I went in expecting to be disappointed, but I came out smiling. It was no good. But it wasn't all that bad neither. Maybe it's because I went in expecting to be disappointed as I mentioned earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wished I could write more. But It's 6.13 now, and I want to leave this place at 6.15 sharp! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's not like I'd the chance to do so all the time. So please, excuse me.)&lt;/span&gt; ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That conclude my 21 minute blogging with all words sans picture. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-5508627255188160628?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GbPMUmomIteRyZAvDV5Q79Z1_0M/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GbPMUmomIteRyZAvDV5Q79Z1_0M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GbPMUmomIteRyZAvDV5Q79Z1_0M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GbPMUmomIteRyZAvDV5Q79Z1_0M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/pzyWUixaf2Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/5508627255188160628/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/21-minute-blogging.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/5508627255188160628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/5508627255188160628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/pzyWUixaf2Y/21-minute-blogging.html" title="21 minute blogging" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/21-minute-blogging.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcAQXg7fyp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-5222701683459008848</id><published>2011-07-12T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:07:20.607-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:07:20.607-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="resume" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religion" /><title>the ultimate resume</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Dear Sumire,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stumbled across this amazing resume today. Well, the funny thing was I was googling and reading about human rights and peace rallies when this post came next in a blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, enjoy the Resume, and hopefully after reading this, we might be able to write a better one too? ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colleges and Universities, in a bid to help their graduating class  secure top jobs often employ HR consultants to help their students draw  up their resumes and cover letters. These are perhaps the 1st starting  point to landing in your dream job. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I did stumble on 1 resume this evening. Which I can dare say is the best. Maybe all of us can take some inspiration from it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The candidate is applying for a top management position job in many many places. He has many potential employers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-1055"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The candidate is Jesus Christ&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-1056" title="jesus-christ-head" src="http://lighthousejournal.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/jesus-christ-head.jpg?w=239&amp;amp;h=300" alt="Jesus Christ" height="300" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Address:&lt;/strong&gt; Ephesians 1:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phone:&lt;/strong&gt; Romans 10:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Website:&lt;/strong&gt; The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keywords:&lt;/strong&gt; Jesus Christ, Lord &amp;amp; Savior&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My name is Jesus – The Christ.  Many call me Lord!  I’ve sent you my  resume because I’m seeking the top management position in your heart.   Please consider my accomplishments as set forth in my resume.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualifications&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;• I founded the earth and established the heavens (see Proverbs 3:19).&lt;br /&gt;• I formed man from the dust of the ground (see Genesis 2:7).&lt;br /&gt;• I breathed into man the breath of life (see Genesis 2:7).&lt;br /&gt;• I redeemed man from the curse of the law (see Galatians 3:13).&lt;br /&gt;• The blessings of the Abrahamic Covenant comes upon your life through me (see Galatians 3:14).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occupational Background&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;• I’ve only had one employer (see Luke 2:49).&lt;br /&gt;• I’ve never been tardy, absent, disobedient, slothful or disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;• My employer has nothing but rave reviews for me (see Matthew 3:15-17).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skills &amp;amp; Work Experiences:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;• Some of my skills and work experiences include: empowering the poor  to be poor no more, healing the brokenhearted, setting the captives  free, healing the sick, restoring sight to the blind and setting at  liberty them that are bruised (see Luke 4:18).&lt;br /&gt;• I am a Wonderful Counselor (see Isaiah 9:6). People who Listen to me  shall dwell safely and shall not fear evil (see Proverbs 1:33).&lt;br /&gt;• Most importantly, I have the authority, ability &amp;amp; power to cleanse you of your sins (see I John 1:7-9)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Educational Background:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;• I encompass the entire breadth &amp;amp; length of knowledge, wisdom and understanding (see Proverbs 2:6).&lt;br /&gt;• In me are hid all of the treasures of wisdom and knowledge (see Colossians 2:3).&lt;br /&gt;• My Word is so powerful; it has been described as being a lamp unto your feet and a lamp unto your path (see Psalms 119:105).&lt;br /&gt;• I can even tell you all of the secrets of your heart (see Psalms 44:21).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major Accomplishments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;• I was an active participant in the greatest Summit Meeting of all times (see Genesis 1:26).&lt;br /&gt;• I laid down my life so that you may live (see II Corinthians 5:15).&lt;br /&gt;• I defeated the archenemy of God and mankind &amp;amp; made a show of them openly (see Colossians 2:15).&lt;br /&gt;• I’ve miraculously fed the poor, healed the sick and raised the dead!&lt;br /&gt;• There are many more major accomplishments, too many to mention here.  You can read them on my website, which is located at: www dot – the  BIBLE. You don’t need an Internet connection or computer to access my  website.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;References&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;• Believers and followers worldwide will testify to my divine  healings, salvation, deliverance, miracles, restoration and supernatural  guidance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Summation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now that you’ve read my resume, I’m confident that I’m the only  candidate uniquely qualified to fill this vital position in your heart.  In summation, I will properly direct your paths (see Proverbs 3:5-6),  and lead you into everlasting life (see John 6:47). When can I start?  Time is of the essence (see Hebrews 3:15).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So will you employ him ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://lighthousejournal.wordpress.com/"&gt;Lighthouse Journal.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. I don't think I'll employ Him. I'll serve him rather. &lt;/span&gt;;-P&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/3262756192691561541-5222701683459008848?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l5cFpsv_5X0qF56CfjqQF9Eo4MY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l5cFpsv_5X0qF56CfjqQF9Eo4MY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l5cFpsv_5X0qF56CfjqQF9Eo4MY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l5cFpsv_5X0qF56CfjqQF9Eo4MY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/GGt-8lizh_w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/5222701683459008848/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/ultimate-resume.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/5222701683459008848?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/5222701683459008848?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/GGt-8lizh_w/ultimate-resume.html" title="the ultimate resume" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/07/ultimate-resume.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcBRXw5eyp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-1976635192004398722</id><published>2011-06-12T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:07:34.223-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:07:34.223-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="putrajaya" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="violin" /><title>my first 1 minute video</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first video I ever shot and cut! I shoot this video n favor of Hidayah's FYP. Although this 1 minute cut is just for fun. Hidayah's Final Cut will be coming soon, and I'll definitely share it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="303" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2isYXCbfhHM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In case you're wondering, my cut are really gibberish and don't make any sense at all... You're right. That would be because I just slip in shots which I think is beautiful. In case you're still wondering, Hidayah is going to use this shot for her perfume video ad for her FYP. Maybe that'll make a little more sense to you. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Special thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1372192645"&gt;Hidayah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/chihiro2o6"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shikadarla"&gt;Shika&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/nurdiyana.ismail1"&gt;Diyana&lt;/a&gt; making all these possible! Shooting video are harder than I expected, but I really had fun. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll appreciate all feedback,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-1976635192004398722?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-FSYW_z270hT18tDHFXQ6xthdGQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-FSYW_z270hT18tDHFXQ6xthdGQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-FSYW_z270hT18tDHFXQ6xthdGQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-FSYW_z270hT18tDHFXQ6xthdGQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/E14zbsQLXow" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/1976635192004398722/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-first-1-minute-video.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/1976635192004398722?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/1976635192004398722?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/E14zbsQLXow/my-first-1-minute-video.html" title="my first 1 minute video" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/2isYXCbfhHM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-first-1-minute-video.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcCQHw9fip7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-5936324366488144918</id><published>2011-06-08T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:07:41.266-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:07:41.266-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="putrajaya" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="passion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="violin" /><title>the passion of me</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Sumire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6 months ago, I joined Evo Pictures as an intern. I was so excited about it all. I was thinking about one step nearer to the movie industry. Back then my supervisor told me, we are making advertisements, and movies. You had any idea how excited I was that moment? My heart was jumping with joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A month later, I went for the first shoot. It was a long boring shoot. All I remember from that shoot was “Oh no! I missed the Goal!”. Yeah, that pretty much sums up the whole experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I was burning since then. I want to be a part of the film industry. It was then I realize I was not even half a step in it. I was so far away. I realized that this is a hard road to take. It’s not even easy stepping foot in this industry from where I stand now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I discussed all I can with my supervisor, Director Michael Chuah (Seed of Darkness, &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/fist.of.dragon/"&gt;Fist of Dragon&lt;/a&gt;). He told me to start off small. Make some short films. Make way through some film festivals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m going to do these. I’ll shoot my short film. I want this so badly. But to make it works, I'm gonna need all the help that I can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, y’all readers, wish me all the best.&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;iframe width="480" height="303" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PKKbWP6g1nU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know this is a bit unrelated, but I really had fun making videos now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shoot this particular video for fun when helping out a friend with her FYP Video Ad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-5936324366488144918?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S9NpZCFeKsw-J0ZCvVXXVxS9zO4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S9NpZCFeKsw-J0ZCvVXXVxS9zO4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S9NpZCFeKsw-J0ZCvVXXVxS9zO4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S9NpZCFeKsw-J0ZCvVXXVxS9zO4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/3DV3mceNrcM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/5936324366488144918/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/06/passion-of-me.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/5936324366488144918?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/5936324366488144918?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/3DV3mceNrcM/passion-of-me.html" title="the passion of me" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/PKKbWP6g1nU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/06/passion-of-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcDR3s7cSp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-1271465289746809702</id><published>2011-06-05T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:07:56.509-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:07:56.509-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job-seeking" /><title>finally 6 months over</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I'd finish my 6 months period of crazy-internship. Somehow, I missed that office a little. Somehow rather, there's a factor that makes me don't miss that place at all. Idiocy of a particular individual is the main factor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i'm looking for a job. I wish to get into advertising or production field. Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-1271465289746809702?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bn7ZJnI-YNOm-NXOUCI1b7bXVss/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bn7ZJnI-YNOm-NXOUCI1b7bXVss/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bn7ZJnI-YNOm-NXOUCI1b7bXVss/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bn7ZJnI-YNOm-NXOUCI1b7bXVss/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/sG4wFXOPZ3E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/1271465289746809702/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/06/finally-6-months-over.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/1271465289746809702?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/1271465289746809702?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/sG4wFXOPZ3E/finally-6-months-over.html" title="finally 6 months over" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/06/finally-6-months-over.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcMSHY4cSp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-370952376783039809</id><published>2011-05-08T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:08:09.839-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:08:09.839-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother's day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dear mum" /><title>mummy, i love you</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Mum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I knew I had always been a black sheep in our family. I knew I am the reason you're hearing thousands of different complaints from time to time. I knew I'm not acting the way you want me to. I always knew what kind of man you want me to grow into, but I'm certainly growing out of the model son you want me to be. I knew I was never a good son, and I knew a lot more. I know you had a hard time raising me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2n1c8_P-ngg/TcbSZEmXC6I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Wvdzniqci8U/s1600/DSC_0337brsz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The greatest mum in the world!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite all that I am, I knew you’d always shower me with love and affection. You had always been my pillar of life, supporting me from every angle possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you mum. I know I love you down to the base of my heart. I hope you know that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-370952376783039809?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M6F0cLuc0Ti-FfBe5QkJa34hmVI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M6F0cLuc0Ti-FfBe5QkJa34hmVI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M6F0cLuc0Ti-FfBe5QkJa34hmVI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M6F0cLuc0Ti-FfBe5QkJa34hmVI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/-MrlNrYXj4Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/370952376783039809/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/05/mummy-i-love-you.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/370952376783039809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/370952376783039809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/-MrlNrYXj4Q/mummy-i-love-you.html" title="mummy, i love you" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2n1c8_P-ngg/TcbSZEmXC6I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Wvdzniqci8U/s72-c/DSC_0337brsz.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/05/mummy-i-love-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcNSXg9eyp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-1112842788097003640</id><published>2011-04-27T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:08:18.663-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:08:18.663-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie" /><title>riding hood review</title><content type="html">Dear Sumire,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they said, 2011 is a year of great movie. Too many anticipated movies, too many great movies throughout the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I couldn't bring myself to believe is that Red Riding Hood is in the list of 'The Most Anticipated Movies of 2011'. I was fooled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lining up at TGV Sunway, I was torn between the choices, whether to watch The Roommate or Red Riding Hood. Since Red Riding Hood was in the list of anticipated movie, I thought I would be smart to choose that title over The Roommate, a movie  totally didn't heard before until I was in front of the cinema. So Red Riding Hood I chose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, I wasted 100 minutes of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was so awful I can't even catch what genre it was. I read in the papers that it is supposed to be a dark fantasy. Was it? Because I definitely don't feel any kind of fantasy in it. And the only reason it is dark is because most part of the movie was night scenes perhaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I found myself laughing at the cinema. The sequence made no sense at all. The characters are poorly develop. The actors and actresses are over-acting, as if they were making a 19th century's staged play. Not to mention the script was so poorly written, and at the same time being way to cheesy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I rank this movie, out of 5 stars? The movie was totally a piece of crap. I wouldn't even call it a bad movie, because it's obviously much more worse than that. The WORST of 2011. Maybe the worst of all time as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Riding Hood&lt;/b&gt; 0/5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBGF4fQ7RKg/Tbf4QjkgRwI/AAAAAAAAAts/BVjvPfCHIPY/s1600/little-red-riding-hood-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seriously pissed,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-1112842788097003640?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K6zZoGLdcSR-Hhvdj0wTjK7rF3Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K6zZoGLdcSR-Hhvdj0wTjK7rF3Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K6zZoGLdcSR-Hhvdj0wTjK7rF3Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K6zZoGLdcSR-Hhvdj0wTjK7rF3Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/KHBRmUgMG3Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/1112842788097003640/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/04/riding-hood-review.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/1112842788097003640?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/1112842788097003640?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/KHBRmUgMG3Q/riding-hood-review.html" title="riding hood review" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBGF4fQ7RKg/Tbf4QjkgRwI/AAAAAAAAAts/BVjvPfCHIPY/s72-c/little-red-riding-hood-poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/04/riding-hood-review.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYERnw-fSp7ImA9WhdVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262756192691561541.post-3734007437245504599</id><published>2011-04-02T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:08:27.255-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T18:08:27.255-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grandfather" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tribute" /><title>this is a tribute</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Sumire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight, I'm not blogging about movies, myself, or my ever existing ranting. Tonight, I'm blogging about one of the greatest man in the world I've ever known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zOFSq7di8P8/TZlBx8p_eaI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kz8fqIssVTA/s1600/2005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Grandfather's birthday on 2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man I’m talking about here is my grandfather and we lost him last Saturday. He blew his last breath on 10.45p.m 26th of March 2011. He passed away at the ripe age of 82.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_U6ipCgQM8k/TZlCsa_myaI/AAAAAAAAAtk/J8nmmVI_O3Y/s1600/2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This one picture I took, is one of my favorite ever. 2009.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It never occurred to me that he would leave us so soon. He had always been healthy. For a man in his 80s, he looks good. He had those shiny bright eyes, tanned skin, perfect posture, and big personality. Whenever I looked up at him, I would be embarrassed with my own posture. He stands up straight, and walks around with confidence you’d never seen before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oggL4DNnD_o/TZlBx8WaRCI/AAAAAAAAAtU/bjvK4CzdQGE/s1600/2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chinese New Year 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I received the news last year from my cousin sister, through a Facebook message, I fell into a devastated state. In that message, he told us that our grandfather had a tumor on his pancreas, and it was inoperable. Not being able to accept such a news, I sat there at the balcony, and all I could do is cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoMNhQ8CZqQ/TZlByaBkmFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/fNByPfjWp1Y/s1600/2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The last picture I ever take with my grandfather.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chinese New Year 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I missed him every now and then. I caught myself peeking into older pictures when he was still so healthy and strong. He's gone now, but he'll always live on, in the hearts of our family members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will always miss you. Rest in peace, Ah Kong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262756192691561541-3734007437245504599?l=dear-sumire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c92odYEQgv6JUgXAfDqL6J7GVbo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c92odYEQgv6JUgXAfDqL6J7GVbo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c92odYEQgv6JUgXAfDqL6J7GVbo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c92odYEQgv6JUgXAfDqL6J7GVbo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSumire/~4/GjSNUg0W6t8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/feeds/3734007437245504599/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-tribute.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/3734007437245504599?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262756192691561541/posts/default/3734007437245504599?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSumire/~3/GjSNUg0W6t8/this-is-tribute.html" title="this is a tribute" /><author><name>geNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356557752700452553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxbVC1v4nS8/S-eFyihuRSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YXtv9cskBWw/S220/DSC_0135sq.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zOFSq7di8P8/TZlBx8p_eaI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kz8fqIssVTA/s72-c/2005.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dear-sumire.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-tribute.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

