tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174396732026-04-06T15:17:41.491+08:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1366125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17439673.post-74247793713832263252015-05-15T22:02:00.004+08:002015-05-15T22:02:57.343+08:00

 But for you, I will.

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This tiny baby was picked up outside a factory in Subang Jaya. He lost his sibling last night and I don't have much news about his mama.  He's such a noisy sleeper; grunting in his sleep. Probably having a nightmare.. Sigh. Breaks my heart to see him whimper and twitch so much in his sleep. And he looks so banged up. So many ticks and lesions on his skin. T T Foster

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I'm about to just keel over. Somebody remind me why I'm doing this again.

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i don't remember what brought me back to Hwey's blog but i know that she should continue writing. shes's such a great writer; witty and rather profound. i also managed to revisit a few other friends' blogs but found them to be locked up and required permission to read them. i guess that's because we've entered corporate life and the personal brand is so much more relevant now. interesting.

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Several months back, B & I picked up the coffee culture here since so many coffee shops / coffee bars have mushroomed in KL/PJ. I suppose it started when B constantly got his daily coffee at Starbucks. These places are expensive but somehow I don't mind spending that kind of money on refillable tea, a nice environment, and delicious cakes. *cha-ching* We have a handful of favourites: Whisk

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I finished my last Korean class. Already. So the fast. Now I'd like to sign up for Level 2, but where..?! KLH has been okay. The instructor is native Korean and goes through the syllabus well. But she appears unapproachable and her teaching style reminds me of our local schools. On the contrary, I've heard from a fellow classmate that has a friend learning Korean at Ringo, that the style of

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안녕하세요! 저는 Dengsie입니다. 저는 KLH에서 한국어를 배우입니다. It's been interesting and confusing learning Korean. The particles that you use to identify topic, subjects, and verbs are a little overwhelming at the moment. I currently have no one to practice with. Which sucks. So maybe r/korean would help. I currently try to catch grammar and words from Korean variety shows. But they use informal forms of Korean

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Ever since I started working full-time, I've given myself excuses for not updating my blog. I never had time; working overtime and clearing work was just my priority. Until B joined us. I had regular lunch hours and got to go home on time. But not without the stress and frustration (because I kept asking for 10 minutes). Anyhow, I started letting go of work; whenever I got home, it was just to

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I recently bought a Groupon for a Level 1 Korean Lanugage class with KLH in Kota Damansara. B hopes that I will take it as personal development to master the language and get certified or tested for my proficiency. Basically, work towards a goal because we both know I've don't currently have any goals in life except to be a loving wife and mother (and tai tai). Hurhurhur.. B and I, we're

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I'm glad there's a distinction. And now I know it. I can relate to so many of these. http://elibishop.com/2011/07/27/10-myths-about-introverts/

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Needle in my ankle. Needle in my friggin' ankle. WTF. WTF.

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Our political scene is in such a sorry state. It's ridiculous. Maybe I'm thinking about this too simplistically. But if we said 'No', wouldn't that person be out of power just like that? But I know the answer to that. I know the answers to the many questions I have in my head. But I can't stop asking them because the mockery in which we call a government is carrying out cowardly acts that

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I just had a dream where I was this crazy warlock trying to throw a ball of yarn at these big, heavy oak doors.. thinking it would explode and blow the door down.. -_-" When it did open, I snuck up the high steps and started casting spells at people with no one being affected. And yet I continue drumming my fingers on the marble floor thinking that it would cause the earth to quake. -_-" x 2

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I think I'm too sensitive.. Poor baby rhino.

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So many expectations; so many people to please; so many opinions; and so many mules. Alas, they're not able to see things from a different perspective. So be it. Sometimes we just have to be a little selfish and just execute. Which sucks, because you want to do a friggin' good job and you feel like you're being stopped.

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Hurrah to Tom!

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 Omg. I think I drew this.  I've been drawing lapels like that for forever. Doesn't even look right! 

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From Reddit You're so cute.

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With a bunch of drunk guys at the mamak. Omg. Why are we laughing at everything..

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omfg. omg. omg. omg. ohmaiiiiiigawwwww.... T T Poor baby.

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I was somehow reminded of the time when us kids were about 11, we'd fry nuggets or fries on our own for a midnight snack. Nowadays, the best I'd do is cook instant noodles in a pot. If I couldn't be bothered to get a pot and wash it later, I'd microwave it. Oh my, how lazy have I gotten.

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I was at a forum this morning and we had to do a quick presentation just to share the results of our group discussion. To my surprise, these colleagues, who have way more experience than I do, were pushing the task around. Not one of them wanted to present, at all. It's like, in college, we had to present because we were graded. Now that we're adults, we get to, politely, push the task to

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