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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 14:15:31 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>C.L.I.C.H.E</title><description /><link>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/clichegal" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-6881462070417523370</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 23:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T07:51:11.496+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my cliche life ...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My days with Him</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cliche thoughts..</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cliche mood</category><title>A genuine happiness</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed sometimes at my ability to feel happy for others... non of that that's-great-for-you-wish-things-were-the-same-for-me-too, but a pure, genuine kind of joy when I hear good things happening to others.. so totally makes my day~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People getting married...&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mikelobban.ca/forumpics/funnypix/MJ_getting_married.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People getting together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1971/222/3/526889474/n526889474_1230045_5613.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 453px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People planning surprises for others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ideachampions.com/weblogs/surprise.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 512px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy sigh~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But these 3 days really taught me what genuine happiness is all about. I nearly lost my Dad last Tuesday. When my sister broke the news that my dad was hospitalised due to a strong stabbing pain in his chest and his condition was not stable, tears just flow down my cheek unknowingly. The  most painful part was when I called back  I had to pretend that I didn't know anything (my parents told my sister not to tell me), and be casual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While chatting with him on the phone, his voice was really weak. Unknowingly tears just flow through my cheek.I had to pause and breathe real hard before continuing talking with him.That moment was really a very very painful moment to go through. I spent the last 2 days worrying about my dad.I could wake up in the middle at night and cried non stop for 2 to 3 hours because the fear of losing my dad was just very strong. I did nothing but worrying and complaining why. I stopped praying. I stopped believing in Him. I shut myself from reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even when my friends prayed for my dad,I wasn't praying because when my uncle was on his death bed, I was kneeling and praying to God to save him, and He didn't. Thus, this time I didn't want to pray. Because I felt it was just going to be same as before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But God is really gracious and good to me. He never forgets about me. He send people around me to comfort me. And I'm really thankful for them. I am thankful that they knew about what had happenned and yet never really asked alot.Coz at that moment I just wanted to be left alone.I am thankful that I have very considerate friends.I am. And of course, I am thankful that my dad was discharged yesterday. His condition is stable now but from now on he really needs to becareful coz recurrence rate is really high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In just these 3 short days, I have experienced both sadness and joy on the extreme. The thing was I wallowed myself into self-pitiness. I made myself a victim. I created an excuse for myself to do nothing. But God pulled me through this painful journey. I was in the lowest pit of my life till He came to pull me out of it.He comforted me with His angels, His people, His prayer team and His songs.And all these are true genuine happiness that I've felt. Deep from inside. Thank You , My Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Below were the the song that really speak to me during this period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/RXKav1w-K5"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/RXKav1w-K5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=RXKav1w-K5" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=RXKav1w-K5" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=RXKav1w-K5" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=RXKav1w-K5" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/RXKav1w-K5/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/5hUPtS/music/ST8eR5Mr/city-harvest-church-because-of-you/"&gt;Because Of You - City Harvest Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-6881462070417523370?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/w_qy728hQJk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/w_qy728hQJk/genuine-happiness.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2009/10/genuine-happiness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-8179391987835933040</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 09:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T17:24:51.136+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my cliche life ...</category><title>My task before Graduation..</title><description>Next year , June will be the month which marks the next chapter of my life.(hehe... I will be graduating ^_^)But before the state exam, I need to equip myself with as much knowledge as possible... hehe.. There will be 8 more months before my state exam... Thus I need to finish studying the following topics below before my state exam.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Internal Medicine&lt;br /&gt;2) Surgery&lt;br /&gt;3) Obstetrics&lt;br /&gt;4) Gynaecology&lt;br /&gt;5) Clinical Practicals&lt;br /&gt;6) Pediatrics&lt;br /&gt;7) Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;8) Infectious Disease&lt;br /&gt;9) Oncology&lt;br /&gt;10) Orthopedics and traumatology&lt;br /&gt;11) Urology&lt;br /&gt;12) ENT&lt;br /&gt;13) Neurology&lt;br /&gt;14) Endocrinolgy&lt;br /&gt;15) Opthalmology&lt;br /&gt;16) Pharmacology&lt;br /&gt;17) Psychiatry&lt;br /&gt;18) Reanimation&lt;br /&gt;19) Pathophysiology&lt;br /&gt;20) Mental Prep...&lt;br /&gt;21) Cases&lt;br /&gt;22) State Examination&lt;br /&gt;23) GRADUATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Oh Lord , please give me the strength and will and determination to complete this task... Thank You Lord. Amen!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-8179391987835933040?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/Qcndl0dlkjQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/Qcndl0dlkjQ/my-task-before-graduation.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-task-before-graduation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-4639578202033971689</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T12:14:03.797+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cliche thoughts..</category><title>Female circumcision &amp; fracture of the penis sequels?- maybe not..</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems that lately many are interested in a few that I've posted up last year ... For instance on the topic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/03/female-circumcision-barbaric-act.html?showComment=1248457319665"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Female Circumcision- Barbaric act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/07/fracture-of-penis.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fracture of the penis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ...Yesterday , when I was checking where most of my readers are from, I came to this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://christiansvsnonchristians.yuku.com/topic/2284/t/female-circumcision.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;forum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; . And then I saw my blog link... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2A2B58;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(42, 43, 88); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(42, 43, 88);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;p style="min-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="min-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="min-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As a doctor I have an objection to both male and female circumcision. Male circumcision is for the sake of tradition and religion, not medical. When you weigh the risk to benefit, it does not pan out. Doctors are unwilling to do other needless procedures but when it comes to circumcision most of my collegues seem blinded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl style="min-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;dd style="min-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="min-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="min-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/03/female-circumcision-barbaric-act.html" style="min-width: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/03/female-circumcision-barbaric-act.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Warning content is rather distrubing and graphic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="min-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="min-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;See the word highlighted in red?? My content is deemed disturbing.. ??? Someone, please Enlighten me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="min-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-4639578202033971689?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/GjPJwjcH2m8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/GjPJwjcH2m8/female-circumcision-fracture-of-penis.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2009/07/female-circumcision-fracture-of-penis.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-2674304827243356009</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T12:59:50.691+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cliche thoughts..</category><title>My life updates</title><description>Oh well... I am back in Malaysia now for my summer holiday ... There are many things to be done and yet so little time .Okay just an update of what I have done :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Paid my tuition fees&lt;br /&gt;2) Watched Transformers ( It was great but confusing.. they all looked the same to me )&lt;br /&gt;3) Went to Ipoh ( Thanks Dad for being so nice to fetch me all the way there)&lt;br /&gt;4) Ate my mommy's famous ba zhang!&lt;br /&gt;5) Made my name tag&lt;br /&gt;6) Took pictures of my grandma &amp;amp; grandpa's cemetary and printed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things that I need to do &amp;amp; my schedule :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Going to Miri on the 5th July 2009&lt;br /&gt;2) Report to work on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;3) Buy books in KL&lt;br /&gt;4) Treat my sister(S)  for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;5) Prepare sermons to be presented during the mission.&lt;br /&gt;6) Going for missions in Indonesia from the 1 August till 11 August 2009&lt;br /&gt;7) Study a lot so that I would not end up in embarrassment upon being questioned by the                doctors or friends during the mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;8) Listen to the CD that Gan gave.&lt;br /&gt;9) To pay a respect to my uncle !!&lt;br /&gt;10) I think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now aims that I am hoping to achieve :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) More that  10 people would be saved during the missions.&lt;br /&gt;2) To go for the Doctors Conference.&lt;br /&gt;3) To grow stronger in faith and love for God!&lt;br /&gt;4) To increase in my knowledge!!!haha&lt;br /&gt;5) To create a close and strong relationships with friends that I am going with to Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today , I went to Giant with mommy. And the cashier was really slow and the queue was super long. I got so frustrated. And then when it was my turn,the cashier made a mistake with a customer before me  and had to call his supervisor to come over. I dont know why but I got frustrated and blurted "wah lao" and put a big sigh over him. And my mom got surprised. She asked what happened to me and where did I learn all these bad manners and that it was really rude. And when I think about it, I was never like this back then. I didnt know why I became like this. I felt so bad.I guessed living in Moscow for a long time made me impatient. I don't want this scenario to happen again to me again in near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I just pray to you to guide me through and let the impatience in me to go away from me.Thank you Lord .. AMen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-2674304827243356009?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/eM0yiikuo6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/eM0yiikuo6w/my-life-updates.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life-updates.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-590903558559785031</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-14T04:55:06.413+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cliche mood</category><title>Post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)</title><description>This is the only word that could describe what I am feeling right now. And what is the cause of my PTSD then? Duh.. exam laa.... &lt;div&gt;Actually I still have another exam (Pediatrics) on the 22nd.. But I just couldn't find any reason to motivate me now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My MOTIVATION now = 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Lord, please get rid of this feeling away from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-590903558559785031?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/eLW63tkguew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/eLW63tkguew/post-traumatic-stress-disorder-ptsd.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-traumatic-stress-disorder-ptsd.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-1911253268102007251</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T21:26:09.172+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my cliche life ...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cliche thoughts..</category><title>Happy Mother's Day</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbTpH4JTQI/AAAAAAAAA50/XvhAI1enquo/s400/P1050544.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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my family. But today I'm only going to talk about one person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbRB5O_qYI/AAAAAAAAA5M/gxV1DiUlYTE/s400/thanyun+141.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334180639140718978" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my beloved mother!!&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbRVH3yNCI/AAAAAAAAA5U/wO9U893gYnw/s400/thanyun+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has a pair of extremely small eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbbxrY3i0I/AAAAAAAAA68/RUgNTXvaUDA/s400/Picture+2.jpg" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334192455174032194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; So am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbSK0d7JkI/AAAAAAAAA5k/03vFkq4TI8c/s400/thanyun+190.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334181891991610946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbTVmiMilI/AAAAAAAAA5s/gOU54y48in4/s400/P1050512.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334183176741620306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom likes to pretend to be cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbdigFnQ3I/AAAAAAAAA7E/IH3fcl6-3PI/s400/Picture+20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334194393465701234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I guess that's why I am her daughter. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbWMoHecEI/AAAAAAAAA6c/L3ih2dzkfYw/s400/P1070137.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334186321082478658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yup. that's her hand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom is an animal lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have birds, chicken, rabbit, hamsters and dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All living under one roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbXXyOvbhI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Q3JWm6fTEYU/s400/P1070187.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334187612287495698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom loves to put our chicken and dog together so that they can be good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbXBosyPCI/AAAAAAAAA6k/XArArDQZWXM/s400/P1070179.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334187231772032034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But her mission fails every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbYmr7-hqI/AAAAAAAAA60/y9beHPnSQcM/s400/P1070293.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334188967807846050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, one day she managed to make our dog smoke!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm proud of you ma!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbT-JNo-CI/AAAAAAAAA58/BonnamPmRQw/s400/P1090146.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334183873245411362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Mom and I are good friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are very busybody. In another word  "ke poh".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We share our secrets and of course gossips too.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbVxO5jblI/AAAAAAAAA6U/RpiJRS4Vx-8/s1600-h/P1090160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbVxO5jblI/AAAAAAAAA6U/RpiJRS4Vx-8/s400/P1090160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334185850456731218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my mommy a lot because she is special to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbVK4aGHqI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Sit0yplSWjA/s400/P1090159.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334185191584177826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am pretty sure that she loves me A LOTTTTT  too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbhXEHtKVI/AAAAAAAAA7M/V4pBJ-o1uhQ/s400/P1070066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334198595026233682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember to make " ba zhang" for me when I come back okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S:  My mom makes the best "ba zhang" in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okayla, maybe not in the world, but at least in MY WORLD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S no2: Don't be jealous ya daddy..I write a better one for you next time. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-1911253268102007251?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/NONeeTjUC78" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/NONeeTjUC78/happy-mothers-day.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SgbTpH4JTQI/AAAAAAAAA50/XvhAI1enquo/s72-c/P1050544.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-5309272566383402011</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-08T00:55:13.968+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vlogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Really?</category><title>Pepsi diet on raw pork!!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check this our people! I know this news has been going around the net for a long time but this video is really different..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vzIkGcqC0us&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vzIkGcqC0us&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-5309272566383402011?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/BXychc6ni3A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/BXychc6ni3A/pepsi-diet-on-raw-pork.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2009/04/pepsi-diet-on-raw-pork.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-3381252028762329394</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 10:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-06T18:30:57.583+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My medical journal</category><title>My motto as a medial student!</title><description>I guess most medical students from Russia would have known who  &lt;a href="http://www.unwantedcitizen.blogspot.com/"&gt;P.O.T.S&lt;/a&gt;  is by now. His post has generated numerous heated debates. Some have praised him for expressing his honest opinion, some have flamed him with unkind words and some have shared their thoughts on the education system in their own university which of course too have generated a lot of heated debates.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, when I first read his post, I thought to myself that , "oh my, it's true." And for once I really felt scare and afraid because I felt that , the HO that he is talking about is ME (NEXT YEAR!) Coz thruthfully speaking, the "CLICHEGAL" now is  definitely lacking in her practical skills and even knowledge too.. Therefore, rather than sitting down and be dissapointed about it, I have to step up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below, are the some of the points that POTS pointed out in his blog on where the HO from Russia are lacking off.And from now onwards,they will be my on checklist.So as to make sure I don't be the annoying HO that every specialist and MO wanted to get rid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On MY CHECK LIST waiting to be UNCHECKED!:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.They did not know the basic A, B, Cs of resuscitation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.They have no inkling what an oxygen face mask is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.They have never performed chest physiotherapy and suction before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  They couldn’t tell a Ryle’s tube from an endotracheal airway or even plaster the latter decently in place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sometimes these Russia and Ukraine graduates give answers that can really leave one stumped in disbelief and a locked open jaw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The Russian house officer was breaking his ribs instead of pumping his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  They had no experience in setting an intravenous cannula ever before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Most of them don’t know pharmacology or physiology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Most can’t perform simple clinical procedures like urinary catheterization and intravenous cannulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Most can’t deliver acute care to a patient in distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. They are not well-versed with common medical terms and classifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-3381252028762329394?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/QCGRMPgnACI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/QCGRMPgnACI/my-motto-as-medial-student.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-motto-as-medial-student.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-1403703229648769221</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T23:59:59.998+06:00</atom:updated><title>WWE ~ So fake!</title><description>&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/29xvrjd.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-1403703229648769221?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/n6tnw4QbwxY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/n6tnw4QbwxY/wwe-so-fake.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2009/03/wwe-so-fake.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-944779273934729590</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 12:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-12T18:14:25.563+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cliche mood</category><title>The song that keeps my heart warm now - Stand by me - Boys over flowers OST</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mood now   ::: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/24_PfOMuBO/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/24_PfOMuBO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=24_PfOMuBO"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=24_PfOMuBO"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=24_PfOMuBO"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=24_PfOMuBO"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/24_PfOMuBO/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/myra16/music/mnVgO11B/shinee_stand_by_me/"&gt;Stand By Me - SHINee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-944779273934729590?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/N-B5w-Wdm5U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/N-B5w-Wdm5U/song-that-keeps-my-heart-warm-now-stand.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-that-keeps-my-heart-warm-now-stand.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-3573683334710209592</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2009 21:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-12T18:15:15.989+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my cliche life ...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cliche thoughts..</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travelogue</category><title>Who says backpacking in big groups is a big No- No</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2173_3705591083121946304_620_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2173_3705591083121946304_620_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been NOT updating..^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back from the whirlwind trip through Switzerland,Budapest ,Prague and Vienna. Had a lovely time though thoroughly tired.Anyhow, this trip has given me lots to ponder upon as well as lots of pictures to sift through, receipts to sort, gifts to organise, and tons and tons of memories. What a great fun and laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2080781_1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2080781_1417.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2080796_4859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2080796_4859.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2082276_239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2082276_239.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be sceptical when it comes to travelling in big groups (there was 12 of us)as most people around me would give us that sceptical look with their minds thinking "oh my,this is just going to be a disaster.So many people,So many differences, so many opinions ... etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2082313_4609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2082313_4609.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2082314_4909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2082314_4909.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this trip has certainly been an eye opener for me.For me,it was truly great touring those places with people so familiar to me, especially in manner. Lame jokes galore, Malaysian accents and Manglish, with comments both flattering and unflattering in front of subject of mention in Malay and Mandarin, and lotsa posing for pictures( about 18 Gb inclusive of videos hehe) .Everybody is just so comfortable with each other.At least I think the rest thinks the same way too.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2082471_6565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2082471_6565.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2093068_7693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2093068_7693.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2093114_5799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2093114_5799.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2093035_1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2309/168/119/678453573/n678453573_2093035_1973.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2173_3705591083121947451_6947_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2173_3705591083121947451_6947_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2173_3705591083121947654_6566_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2173_3705591083121947654_6566_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2173_3705591083121948484_7361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2173_3705591083121948484_7361_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2233/141/52/723946857/n723946857_2528269_744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2233/141/52/723946857/n723946857_2528269_744.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2233/141/52/723946857/n723946857_2536023_8799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2233/141/52/723946857/n723946857_2536023_8799.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2173_3705591083121946305_886_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2173_3705591083121946305_886_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2173/95/31/862775157/n862775157_5677776_8180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2173/95/31/862775157/n862775157_5677776_8180.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2173/95/31/862775157/n862775157_5677937_3423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2173/95/31/862775157/n862775157_5677937_3423.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2173_3705591083121945842_7823_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2173_3705591083121945842_7823_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company's great, food's good, places scenic - who could ask for more? Thus I want to thank God for His blessing upon us throughout the whole journey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : When I've filtered and compiled all of them,I assure you guys more musings and pictures (definitely!) hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-3573683334710209592?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/rYWZfW7DTc8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/rYWZfW7DTc8/who-says-back-packing-in-big-groups-is.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-says-back-packing-in-big-groups-is.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-7393729992902858892</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T23:15:10.883+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my cliche life ...</category><title>Christmas Dinner 2008</title><description>I know it's a little wee bit late for me to post these photos especially when it's 2009 now.. But in Russia , russians celebrate Christmas on the 7th January.So I guess this post comes right in time!Without futher a do,I'll let the pictures speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SWN6ioeZEdI/AAAAAAAAAxU/plO0nPP4nqI/s1600-h/IMG_3900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SWN6ioeZEdI/AAAAAAAAAxU/plO0nPP4nqI/s400/IMG_3900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205122862125522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SWN65aNcPAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ECQokcgBUjY/s1600-h/IMG_3898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SWN65aNcPAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ECQokcgBUjY/s400/IMG_3898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205514169924610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250702_7570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250702_7570.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SWN5-rrgjPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/b4ru5N1dNc4/s1600-h/IMG_3896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SWN5-rrgjPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/b4ru5N1dNc4/s400/IMG_3896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288204505247157490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250839_5007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250839_5007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250713_996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250713_996.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250710_48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250710_48.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250709_9732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250709_9732.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250707_9112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250707_9112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250701_7262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250701_7262.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250726_5257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250726_5257.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250725_4922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250725_4922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250722_3921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250722_3921.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250726_5257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1828/174/80/794840505/n794840505_5250726_5257.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,that's a wrap.And I would like to wish everyone "A Merry Merry Christmas and  a Prosperous Blessed New Year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you and your family always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Remember the spirit of the season?&lt;br /&gt;      Remember what Jesus said when he said" It is more blessed to give..." ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-7393729992902858892?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/xNPpKkc69rM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/xNPpKkc69rM/christmas-dinner-2008.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SWN6ioeZEdI/AAAAAAAAAxU/plO0nPP4nqI/s72-c/IMG_3900.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-dinner-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-4953514497030326089</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 17:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-26T23:05:21.339+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my cliche life ...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cliche mood</category><title>Emo post : Christmas nostalgia..</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://themelib.com/wp-content/uploads/merry-christmas.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="http://themelib.com/wp-content/uploads/merry-christmas.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is making me nostalgic and I tend to think more of my loved ones who are far away …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-4953514497030326089?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/_i4PVDbCXME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/_i4PVDbCXME/emo-post-christmas-nostalgia.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/12/emo-post-christmas-nostalgia.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-7832047648798780336</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 17:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:00:46.060+06:00</atom:updated><title>My philosophy class!!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Russia, medical students are required to take up philosophy classes. Personally, I feel that Philosphy class "should" be interesting cause I've heard how interesting philosophy classes can be from my other friends in UK.I guess there are no philosophy classes in Malaysia.And I believe all of us know why!! But because philosophy classes are in russian and I'm totally tone deaf when it comes to Russian language ,thus I don't really understand the essence of philosophy. But I did have a discussion with a friend on philosophy .. (I know what a boring conversation!) But hey , its interesting k..^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the topic of our discussion was "Does God exist?" (remember, philosophical point of view ya!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this theory proposed by Pascal’s Wager and his argument was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We can either believe that God exists, or that He does not.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you believe in God and He does exist, you get a big reward (Heaven).&lt;br /&gt;3. If you believe in God but He doesn’t exist, you lose nothing.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you don’t believe in God and He does exist, you lose big time (er..Hell I think..)&lt;br /&gt;5. If you don’t believe in God and He doesn’t exist anyway, you lose nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: You might as well believe than not believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, no? It’s not a perfect argument, but I like it anyway…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In philosophy, people are taught to think logically, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ow I’m going to put my new found thinking skills to the test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I might be paranoid( but I think its true) , but I think my face has grown fatter since coming to Russia… According to my mom (which is of course not proven but claims that she "eat salt more than I eat rice"), distribution of our body fat will re-adjust after a period of staying in Russia to provide insulation. Since the face is exposed to the cold all the time, our body fat will move up to provide more insulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we follow that line of thought, those parts of our bodies which are always covered up will become thinner whereas those which are exposed to the cold will become fatter.Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that this is true, I will have a &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fat face, huge hands, feet like Big Foot’s, flat boobs!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SO4ik54vsRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/f5WMgmLAGYI/s400/IMG_3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SO4ik54vsRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/f5WMgmLAGYI/s400/IMG_3802.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, that'S me signing off ya!! I would really want to know if someone can come up with a better argument ... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-7832047648798780336?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/j-DORPNhwtI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/j-DORPNhwtI/my-philosophy-class.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SO4ik54vsRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/f5WMgmLAGYI/s72-c/IMG_3802.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-philosophy-class.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-8390676642221513549</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 11:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T17:19:19.827+06:00</atom:updated><title>My most often used phrases in Russia</title><description>1 .   Urghh...Why my face keep peeling off one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v35/Liriel/pics/maskofgod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v35/Liriel/pics/maskofgod.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.     Wah..why are your legs so dry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a7.vox.com/6a00c22526e4b28e1d00d4143042bf6a47-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 380px;" src="http://a7.vox.com/6a00c22526e4b28e1d00d4143042bf6a47-500pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   Har.... Increase price again.It was just .....roubles when I first came to Moscow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    This costs .... roubles, times 7.5.. that would be RM.... (gasp) WALAO EH, WHY SO                  EXPENSIVE ONE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ndn.newsweek.com/media/25/71014_MoneyHappiness_vl-vertical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 403px;" src="http://ndn.newsweek.com/media/25/71014_MoneyHappiness_vl-vertical.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.     So... cold... (teeth chattering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foureyesjokeshop.com/ProductImages/thejokebar/wind-up-teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://www.foureyesjokeshop.com/ProductImages/thejokebar/wind-up-teeth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  (while walking) .. puff, grunt, wheez, gasp.. *rest awhile* puff, grunt, wheez, gasp.. NOT YET REACH AH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   No, I’m not Japanese&lt;br /&gt;7.   No, I’m not Korean&lt;br /&gt;8.   No, I’m not from China&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-8390676642221513549?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/K52qXrFzfJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/K52qXrFzfJc/my-most-often-used-phrases-in-russia.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-most-often-used-phrases-in-russia.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-4553669852632480735</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-02T06:21:39.471+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vlogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my cliche life ...</category><title>Happy Birthday Kim Kim</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dV__52qXJc0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dV__52qXJc0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kim Kim !!&lt;br /&gt;May you and your family be blessed abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : The song is dedicated to you ya!!So must listen k k k!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-badc1ae71f29a0d0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I95lUFtgz_z6l6ffed7lpdfOSQ1UM6vOpWUXO1xhz7pEWz1GH35Kxj0v-RCyWZ18ZxSE_f9FkIOlFKIbsaixiN-SOUjB89m05oYifpu15w__UAYoOPDmVFfwgdUhhXEvwrr0mbCcvFMIyT6LKmjGhPSGRyUs7zB3vfRMSGzdmXkiDJMHBExodBVkZG438xptGeMtkR-YQRy0EarbLIFdEN9c%26sigh%3DB1NuFbpGyeXx0-1rp5HjBYsHE1o%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbadc1ae71f29a0d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DD17nUSi0WXZX46DNu5pVakmpyhk&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-4553669852632480735?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/8DvuNwB35k4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/8DvuNwB35k4/happy-birthhday-kim-kim.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthhday-kim-kim.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-1739455344488818677</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 09:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-29T15:47:56.752+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vlogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cliche thoughts..</category><title>Somewhere Over The Rainbow</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-4tdltUkiy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-4tdltUkiy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who knows me well enough, they certainly knows about my passion.ummm maybe not passion ..the word passion is too strong .. "preference" over instrumental musics with orchestra on the top of my list,followed by single instruments (eg, piano, guitar , CLARINET , saxophone etc etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About guitar, I just can't stop listening to this piece that this guy Graham Choo ( a Singaporean kid) is playing... and of course my 2 favourite guitarist is just right in my block (E.C Li and LMN ). Why ? Cause I can order them to play any songs that I want. Of course its so much cheaper than hiring a group of violinist to play for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://budapest.travel/js/tiny_mce/plugins/ajaxfilemanager/uploaded/Resturants/santaferenc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://budapest.travel/js/tiny_mce/plugins/ajaxfilemanager/uploaded/Resturants/santaferenc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unlike bulls, they are much more easier to handle. I don't have to pull their hairs just to get them play ... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spraguephoto.com/stock/images/El_Salvador/sv04-28%20El%20Salvador%20Farmer%20pulling%20a%20cow%20El%20Paisnal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 345px;" src="http://www.spraguephoto.com/stock/images/El_Salvador/sv04-28%20El%20Salvador%20Farmer%20pulling%20a%20cow%20El%20Paisnal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, they are really nice people. I just pray that apart from medicine , they will be higher achievers in this area of their lives.. maybe like Graham Choo or even better!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-1739455344488818677?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/ZdHqa_mdQbk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/ZdHqa_mdQbk/somewhere-over-rainbow.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/11/somewhere-over-rainbow.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-3340294241468668913</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-29T07:07:35.006+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cliche thoughts..</category><title>My new "girlish" template</title><description>oh well .. a new look for my blog ^_^.. I was getting sick and tired of my previous blog template that I had to change it.I was planning to change it on the 1st of january... A new year, a new start, and a new template. But I just couldn't wait to change it. hah... finally ...However, this new look of my blog certainly does not spell me.. It's not me at all..anyway I'm tired... so adios people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-3340294241468668913?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/gBXhYqWvXeI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/gBXhYqWvXeI/my-new-girlish-template.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-girlish-template.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-2148191406625140935</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-26T22:45:59.735+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My days with Him</category><title>LOVE SONG FOR 1  ~ CORRINNE MAY</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5Y7JEQ8VqU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5Y7JEQ8VqU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the twinkling stars that dance like fireflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the blushing fruit that hangs upon the vine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the face of a baby as he forms his first smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the whisper of the wind's soft lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the laughter and the roar of the rushing tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the song of a sparrow as he takes his first flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why do you hide among the nameless and forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why do you walk along these long forsaken roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Calling to me in the hungry and the homeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Calling me to water your thirst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So I'll give you my heart and my song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In a world where so much is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But so much is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your love is my beginning and I know it won't be too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Till I see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I was inspired when I first heard her on MTV channel and she really caught my attention. The lyrics  are simple but that's what makes it beautiful. Easy to understand and yet deep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-2148191406625140935?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/Wb82abMrisk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/Wb82abMrisk/love-song-for-1-corrinne-may.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-song-for-1-corrinne-may.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-6023181690173160242</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T05:30:48.688+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my cliche life ...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cliche thoughts..</category><title>Awkward moments!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.canberratheatre.org.au/pages/event/images/Awkward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 253px;" src="http://www.canberratheatre.org.au/pages/event/images/Awkward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--ENTRY['USERICON']::END--&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah... I've been thru soooo many awkward moments.  Often I cover my head in embarassment, wanting to disappear magically or wishing someone would help me out but almost always I never get my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/0/3362/02_2008/AA032434.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 363px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/0/3362/02_2008/AA032434.preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I often wonder why people want to date over a meal.  Personally,I think mealtimes are the most embarassing moments for me. I don't know what to order that ain't so expensive but not so cheap that I look as if I underrate my date's financial prowess (not that I have any date before).  Then when it's time for my soup, I just hope that it won't drip over my lips (yea yea I know some of you never have these problems, gahhh).   Then, while trying to fit in a conversation I'll be wondering what to do with the chicken tendon that I accidentally put into my mouth. To spit it out or what? And then after that, the whole meal thing, I stand up, trying to disguise my stomach that has considerably swelled after the whole date.  Forget about looking ravishing as I sashayed into the restaurant earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/041302/awkward-twins.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 291px;" src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/041302/awkward-twins.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have this problem about sustaining conversations. . Enduring to the end... trying and racking your brains for something, anything to say. And then, when you say something you wish you didn't,and awkwardness creeps in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need a social consultant.  Now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-6023181690173160242?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/OiBEGZaqIwo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/OiBEGZaqIwo/awkward-moments.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/11/awkward-moments.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-2345366831358084695</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 21:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-26T22:47:59.596+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My days with Him</category><title>Christians as doormat ?</title><description>Did you understand what cliched books meant when they said &lt;em&gt;"her eyes wide, she opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it shut."&lt;/em&gt; Well,I would not want to say that it happened to me...but Hey .. everybody somehow went through that period right.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eatourbrains.com/EoB/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/anger.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 584px; height: 467px;" src="http://eatourbrains.com/EoB/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/anger.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand? Have you ever been in the position where you were just about to fire off a snappy retort to someone who super annoyed you with her assumptious comment.She asked you to do something and while you were going to do it, &lt;em&gt;even though you weren't that keen on it but because she wanted you to and you wanted to make things easier for her&lt;/em&gt;. And suddenly she said, "Waa, only doing that bit ahh!" (to that effect).Instantly the Flame of the Wrongly Accused flared up in you and you wanted to say in a very irritated tone, "I'm going to do this&lt;em&gt; first&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you were about to do it, something stopped you before you could get the words out. You know how, when you think, you don't think in words but rather are led by emotions or senses? Well, some sense in you reminded you that you had to be &lt;em&gt;patient. &lt;/em&gt;And thus you kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://christianmats.com/images/Mat_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 291px;" src="http://christianmats.com/images/Mat_pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I want to say today is that being a Christian is being a doormat! Not fighting back, not defending yourself, not demanding your rights! You get stepped on, taken for granted, overlooked, unappreciated by everybody because you won't stand up for yourself! You see? YOU SEE?! And the God you serve was the biggest doormat of all! The only difference is, his doormat was vertical and in the shape of a cross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, Jesus' instructions to us, his followers, do sound like "be a doormat". Things such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If a man slaps you on one cheek, turn the other cheek to him too.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be quiet when people speak to you in anger.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pray for those who persecute you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not seek vengeance or revenge.&lt;br /&gt;5. Love those who hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on. His whole life was a testimony to serving others and not himself: washing his disciples' feet, preaching to the crowds although he was exhausted and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think of it this way...if my being a doormat for Christ can help to usher someone into the House of God, get someone interested in Him...then, I am willing to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought that I had was, (and this thought didn't feel like it came from me) before we can soar like eagles, our wings have to be strengthened first. Sometimes I'm so eager to fly off and explore my fullest potential that I forget that I need to grow stronger and firmer in my foundations first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the period when God is putting many challenges in my life to build up the character I need to stay strong in Him and I thanked God for the support of the groups of friends that I've had near me all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, sleep is calling my name and I must not keep it waiting. Farewell dear readers! Phew.. it has been a long time since I really sit down and think what I to blog.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.slmetalworks.com/tree%20bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.slmetalworks.com/tree%20bed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-2345366831358084695?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/Dqa2jcX5h9k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/Dqa2jcX5h9k/christians-as-doormat.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/11/christians-as-doormat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-1064714716450821904</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 13:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-20T20:24:45.956+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">AdvErtoriaL</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my cliche life ...</category><title>McDonald's Moscow Children's Day</title><description>Today after class, myself,adeline,shuba and jimmy went for lunch in McDonald's near Frozenskaya metro.Apparently, they are selling colorful, paper hands for 10 roubles with proceeds going to needy children.Well,I just want to encourage you guys to   participate and help make a difference in a child's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SSVvtwE_zgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/gMKgiKsJB78/s1600-h/DSCN0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SSVvtwE_zgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/gMKgiKsJB78/s400/DSCN0781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270741770697690626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-1064714716450821904?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/pvjefJOQwAo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/pvjefJOQwAo/mcdonalds-moscow-childrens-day.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SSVvtwE_zgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/gMKgiKsJB78/s72-c/DSCN0781.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/11/mcdonalds-moscow-childrens-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-2120548290467820632</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 08:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T15:02:18.132+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">AdvErtoriaL</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my cliche life ...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cliche thoughts..</category><title>MMA - Behind the stethoscope</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAGEApUDoI/AAAAAAAAAvs/b-syxIBXo8A/s1600-h/DSCN0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAGEApUDoI/AAAAAAAAAvs/b-syxIBXo8A/s400/DSCN0601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264714630358634114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Behind the Stethoscope" is the 1st ever official bi-monthly publication of the SMSA in Moscow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really do appreciate those who put  their hands and time into making this publication published. As you can see (from the picture)  "Behind the Stethoscope" brings update ranging from the latest SMSA news &amp;amp; upcoming events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAG3OtRgDI/AAAAAAAAAv0/-sWFoV_riD8/s1600-h/DSCN0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAG3OtRgDI/AAAAAAAAAv0/-sWFoV_riD8/s400/DSCN0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264715510306668594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAHWMwzwsI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KKrlqHtPCoE/s1600-h/DSCN0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAHWMwzwsI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KKrlqHtPCoE/s400/DSCN0605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264716042360570562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Academic highlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAI_V6QHOI/AAAAAAAAAwU/83HytrTH4Fs/s1600-h/DSCN0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAI_V6QHOI/AAAAAAAAAwU/83HytrTH4Fs/s400/DSCN0611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264717848702360802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First hand story from the doctors in Malaysia on their specialties.&lt;br /&gt;And this month it is all about &lt;a href="http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/05/obstetrician-or-obsterinutty.html"&gt;obstetricians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAIc8gsLlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/BNftpAzpMW8/s1600-h/DSCN0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAIc8gsLlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/BNftpAzpMW8/s400/DSCN0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264717257768709714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sports Highlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRALNNvIVBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/7lEKNYpfNPk/s1600-h/DSCN0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRALNNvIVBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/7lEKNYpfNPk/s400/DSCN0613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264720286049653778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welfare highlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAMw30TD-I/AAAAAAAAAwk/V3ZrJpxljqQ/s1600-h/DSCN0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAMw30TD-I/AAAAAAAAAwk/V3ZrJpxljqQ/s400/DSCN0614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264721998152667106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Culture highlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRANtn4Z_nI/AAAAAAAAAws/fc13vQqhx9g/s1600-h/DSCN0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRANtn4Z_nI/AAAAAAAAAws/fc13vQqhx9g/s400/DSCN0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264723041846951538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featured restaurant for the month is Starlight Diner . However, I do think that maybe next time they could probably ask for &lt;a href="http://www.tastytreatsoftime.blogspot.com/"&gt;CJ&lt;/a&gt; - If you've read her blog, you'll definitely know that she's the best person for the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAOaZCY3rI/AAAAAAAAAw0/tgSLdQHeiZE/s1600-h/DSCN0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAOaZCY3rI/AAAAAAAAAw0/tgSLdQHeiZE/s400/DSCN0621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264723810956402354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all..Gotta get back to my books.. I'm looking forward for the next issue of Behind the Stethoscope.And I hope you guys too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-2120548290467820632?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/KsKWLxDRhQ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/KsKWLxDRhQ4/mma-behind-stethoscope.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SRAGEApUDoI/AAAAAAAAAvs/b-syxIBXo8A/s72-c/DSCN0601.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/11/mma-behind-stethoscope.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-5316507018604521230</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-30T19:37:55.072+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Really?</category><title>CHINA - hair band scam</title><description>Article adapted from one of my junk mails ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware when you are traveling to China , just try to be careful when you are buying hair bands down the road who knows what it is made from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of hair bands at open markets around the city too - they are probably from China since they are purchased in bulk and very very cheap !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look before buying hair bands in future - especially like the following kind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SQT5M7boKAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ivLZArHfYdQ/s1600-h/Image.image001.jpg%4001C929F0.83A81390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SQT5M7boKAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ivLZArHfYdQ/s400/Image.image001.jpg%4001C929F0.83A81390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261604265182898178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SQT5RiGu25I/AAAAAAAAAvk/n6L7leiU5_4/s1600-h/Image.image002.jpg%4001C929F0.83A81390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SQT5RiGu25I/AAAAAAAAAvk/n6L7leiU5_4/s400/Image.image002.jpg%4001C929F0.83A81390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261604344283716498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SQT4s-nfCUI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Xxh2Y9DN90I/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SQT4s-nfCUI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Xxh2Y9DN90I/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261603716282124610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Sans Serif,Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1222322465_2"&gt;BEIJING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(AFP) - Used condoms are being recycled into hair bands in southern China threatening to spread sexually-transmittable diseases they were originally meant to prevent, state media reported Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the latest example of potentially harmful Chinese-made products, rubber hair bands have been found in local markets and &lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1222322465_3"&gt;beauty salons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in Dongguan and Guangzhou cities in southern &lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1222322465_4" style="background-position: 0% 0%; background-attachment: scroll; cursor: pointer;"&gt;Guangdong province &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1222322465_5"&gt;China Daily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;newspaper said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'These cheap and colorful &lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1222322465_6" style="background-position: 0% 0%; background-attachment: scroll; cursor: pointer;"&gt;rubber bands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and hair ties sell well ..... threatening the health of local people,' it said.&lt;br /&gt;Despite being recycled, the hair bands could still contain bacteria and viruses, it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'People could be infected with AIDS, (genital) warts or other diseases if they hold the rubber bands or strings in their mouths while waving their hair into plaits or buns,' the paper quoted a local dermatologist who gave only his surname, Dong, as saying. A bag of ten of the recycled bands sells for just 25 sen (three cents), much cheaper than others on the market, accounting for their popularity, the paper said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A government official was quoted as saying recycling condoms was illegal.   China 's manufacturing industry has been repeatedly tarnished this year by a string of scandals involving shoddy or dangerous goods made for both domestic and foreign markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response, it launched a public relations blitz this summer aimed at playing up efforts to strengthen monitoring systems. &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_.___ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check your kids hair bands and make sure they do not put them in their mouth while trying to plait or tie their hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-5316507018604521230?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/17TrnPkSSAw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/17TrnPkSSAw/china-hair-band-scam.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SQT5M7boKAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ivLZArHfYdQ/s72-c/Image.image001.jpg%4001C929F0.83A81390.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/10/china-hair-band-scam.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912817509503611788.post-7919503085775475536</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 14:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-10T21:58:14.049+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my cliche life ...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cliche thoughts..</category><title>Pudgy, Portly and altogether Pumply ....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Nightline/nm_jane_austen_071017_ms.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately I was inspired  by a friend (SarahP who adores Mr Darcy from Pride &amp;amp; prejudice- and yes it was written by Jane Austen ) to read on Jane Austens' books. I used to read her books but as time passed, I kind of lost my touch with English literatures. Perhaps maybe I find literatures a little wee bit boring.^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think everybody knows Jane Austen.Her famous work ,"sense and sensibility", pride and prejudice", "emma" ....Okay I only know 3  of her works.Don't get me wrong coz I love my Jane Austen.It is just that  I am just not the biggest enthusiasts in the world on her . I do admit that I have not even read every single book she had written. In short, I enjoy her observance,details, wit and her ability to have readers (like Sarah P) feel as though they have infiltrated a world that has long since passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/gallery/1153077/photo_03_hires.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(this is for you Sarah ... ya!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She writes in a way that I can picture the stiffness of Mr Darcy and  that I can reach out and touch Anne's pain or suffer with Eleanor's shyness. I'm just as annoyed with Kitty and Lydia as if I had lived in the Bennett house and had to suffer with their nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you would really wanna read more (its a very good book ) you may go to this &lt;a href="http://1persuasion.blogspot.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Mrs Musgrove was of a comfortable substantial size, infinitely more fitted by nature to express good cheer and good humour, than tenderness and sentiment; and while the agitations of Anne's slender form, and pensive face, may be considered as very completely screen, Captain should be allowed some credit for the self- command with which he attended to her large fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;personal size and mental sorrow have certainly no necessary proportions. A large bulky figure has as good a right to be in deep affliction, as the most graceful set of limbs in the world. But, fair or not fair, there are unbecoming conjunctions, which reason will patronise in vain, - which taste cannot tolerate, - which ridicule will seize. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is she implying that the pudgy, portly and altogether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;plumply&lt;/span&gt; do not do solemness and sadness and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;indeed&lt;/span&gt; - that when they DO do it, they look ridiculous and funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is she implying that the pudgy, portly and altogether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;plumply&lt;/span&gt; should stick to loud guffaws and determined streaks of happiness with the sole intent of promoting other people to be happy and merry and perhaps engage in a little jig around the drawing room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So my question is: Is Jane Austen a sizeist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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 think I shall go for a turn about the room and recover my senses.I think I am being overly sensitive. Anyway it's just one of my random thoughts while reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/S no 1 : If you're reading this and you feel that I am feeling pudgy, portly and altogether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;plumply&lt;/span&gt; ... don't be...^_^ I am not sad or hurt or angry. I just happen to come across the text and feels that it would be interesting if I share it out in my blog. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SO4ik54vsRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/f5WMgmLAGYI/s400/IMG_3802.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255175832597410066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See... I'm not ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/S no 2 :  I am having a hectic cycle this month. So I will not blog and comment as much as I want but I will keep continue reading blogs.^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912817509503611788-7919503085775475536?l=clichegal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/clichegal/~4/Wn2b91sPKFc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/clichegal/~3/Wn2b91sPKFc/pudgy-portly-and-altogether-pumply.html</link><author>youki_yun@hotmail.com (C.l.i.c.H.e  G.a.L)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDJnqNLuhr8/SO4ik54vsRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/f5WMgmLAGYI/s72-c/IMG_3802.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clichegal.blogspot.com/2008/10/pudgy-portly-and-altogether-pumply.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
