<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642</id><updated>2012-01-24T06:16:22.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sue 4 Sure</title><subtitle type='html'>My Experience, My Teacher</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-8526602634341976739</id><published>2012-01-24T03:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T05:55:49.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Hey 2012. Rupa-rupanya, semua yang ku lalui adalah supaya kita bersua untuk hari ini. I am where I'm supposed to be. :) And for the sake of an update- I'm happy. Nope, things did NOT turn out exactly how I wanted it to be. However, I had a heck-of-a-ride in 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;My professional life, Alhamdulillah, I achieved a lot of things, I started to pursue post-graduate studies, I was provided with many opportunities, called to some English related courses and was asked to conduct some courses at the district level too. For that reason, this year SHOULD make me deliver more English improvements in the school. And because I am in a studying mode, research should be my main game in this business this year.  I hope. But I don't know, I still don't see my year 1 kids as lab rats yet. Hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Now let's move on to my personal life. Akan ku tunaikan janjiku dgn kawan seorg ni,untuk mencoret hal cinta2 ku d blog ini. Haha... Yes, if u read my previous entries, they are all heart broken and lonely soul. I read them all today and had a good laugh about it. My advice to all heart broken readers---&amp;gt; there's a RAINBOW after the RAIN. And it happened to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Last year, I met, ahemm...many many many interesting potential 'partners'..and yes, I was bitter (post break up), was angry to men, pessimist and negative to 'love life'..I was basically a train wreck, smiley and friendly outside, yet I come home back to work, empty and lonely. I cried myself to sleep many many nights, I admit...I moved on but I was, angry to myself. Yet Allah, the All-Knowing...has opened up my life to more wonderful things that no other beings are able to enjoy all at the same time- friendship from all different backgrounds, met friends that I can call soul sisters,my work life as a teacher, I was loved, reached out to, appreciated, cared by many, especially kids.... I'm closer to my family, I did not have to provide for them, yet I always feel so needed...I did not have a partner, but I had everything else. Alhamdulillah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;In mysterious ways, as well, I was fated to meet some meaningful people. We don't know what the future holds, if we end up together in life, but I was healed when I met this one guy.. he's no saint, and had gone through a lot... I have high respect for him for changing me. Though much more older than me, he did shed his tears for me... we talked about what we wanted in life, new years resolution, to be exact....although mine n his do not go hand in hand (we want different things), we end up changing each other...and for the better, we stayed friends..and that will never be lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;I met wrong people as well... I have no idea of their intentions but I'd always treat them with respect.. &lt;i&gt;diorang pun ada perasaan, n kadang2 perasaan tu x bolh dipendam, apa lg ditipu&lt;/i&gt;...they are what I call the wrong people for many reasons. One, is a good2 friend of mine since school...we've always had eachother, nice to eachother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;...I don't think I can ever fall in love to a good friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Another, is not only from another culture and religion, and he's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; different and weird that I think he's from another planet!...Another one, is a friend, again, but he's married, and he thinks he can make me happy as his second...I'd never ever try to build a happy life by taking away some of the happiness from another (his wife). I told him, he has a mid-life crisis and he'll go through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I'm still friends with him and always treat him as such. A couple of others are what we call "hook-ups"...and they all turn out to be wrong people as well....wrong but not bad. They will meet their own destiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;For now, I am thankful that God is somehow showing me that THERE ARE good men out there.  The kind of man that treats a woman right. The one that has high respect for me. That supports me like a friend and a brother. The kind that is 'kind'-hearted, trustworthy, lovely and would put a smile on my face. Can't wipe it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/969353701408327642-8526602634341976739?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/8526602634341976739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/8526602634341976739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/8526602634341976739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-6150615335792633517</id><published>2011-06-16T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:37:12.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it is the first week of 2nd semester of school year 2011. Time flies but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've achieved lots &lt;/span&gt;:) I am thankful to Allah, the most Giving n Merciful..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.(wah..bersukur nih..hihi) &lt;/span&gt;Honestly,i am happy of where i am now.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I love teaching,honest to God&lt;/span&gt; i love how it makes me feel inside... when u teach so much, u feel wonderful much more... n hey, im dealing with year 1s by the way, those 7 year olds..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my bread n butter! &lt;/span&gt;;) I talk abt them with other teachers (n these discussions we have abt them opened wider perspectives). And after deliberating them fr the 1st semester exam, it's not like they did extremely well, n make me a happy n proud teacher, only a handful got As in mainstream class for English..all in all, the results i got shows what i expected; average achievement. I've detected some issues that i need to handle in the future..it's alright, teaching is like loving right? aand i quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anyone who loves only to expect being loved in return is wasting their time...(i hv no recollection where i heard/read it from).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So what&lt;/span&gt; if they'r still struggling on following written instructions,forgetful of vocabularies learnt, n aren't that focused/motivated enough in learning a 2nd language..little by little, they'll get there..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;...i will pray fr them more..they need all the help they can get...i am worried yet it wont stop me to work harder...and when they still can't read n speak like proper English speaking kids in the cities like KK n KL, it's ok...i'd still be on the left column labeled WAYS TO SOLVE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-6150615335792633517?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/6150615335792633517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-it-is-first-week-of-2nd-semester-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/6150615335792633517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/6150615335792633517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-it-is-first-week-of-2nd-semester-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-602423743687871433</id><published>2011-06-06T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T18:55:21.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of Now</title><content type='html'>The title? it isn't like me at all... but it isn't what u think it is... Right now i'm at a point where i am the center of my universe. Everybody else (who are my peers) seems to be happy with their family, their partner, their kids,etc. i realized that when the time comes, what they are doing will be exactly what im going to be doing..they r living my future.&lt;br /&gt;However, for the moment, i am my own universe... im what u can say is comprehending myself..im living someone else's future..im not going to regret the past and i am never going to worry abt the future.. that is though eh? but it's something that can make us peaceful for the moment..it is now that is most important thing to do for the betterment of the future...gonna b practicing on the power of now..:) &lt;br /&gt;When we make wrong decisions, it is hard for us to forgive ourselves.. I never thought that life can be unfair. Everything happens for a reason.. And maybe the mistakes we made is what makes us better in life.I'm thankful for making mistakes but it would only remain as a mistake if go round doing it again right?that's why, ladies n gentlemen mistakes r what people call lessons we can learn from...n basically what i preach in my blog (my experience my teacher).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-602423743687871433?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/602423743687871433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2011/06/power-of-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/602423743687871433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/602423743687871433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2011/06/power-of-now.html' title='The power of Now'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-2517656605028828682</id><published>2011-05-31T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:51:19.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey hey....</title><content type='html'>this entry will be the starting of a lot more entries....ngee~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me want to write again...&lt;br /&gt;me want to monologue again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of things i need to share...before i go busy bee again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me want to blog again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i need to sleep bah.. huhuu~ chiaow &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-2517656605028828682?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/2517656605028828682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-hey-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/2517656605028828682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/2517656605028828682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-hey-hey.html' title='hey hey hey....'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-7301794651915037989</id><published>2010-07-08T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:23:12.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KPLI Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wow, it's like I have the remote control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;macam dalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; movie 'Click'... Time flies and here I am...i have completed my KPLI with a fulfilled, satisfied feeling... There were many ups and downs, both professionally and personally... Well, that is what 'experience' is for... As I sloganized in this blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;'experience is teacher'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A must to mention here is that I am now a changed and a better person (I hope). Right when i finished KPLI, Kursus n interview, I posted a status in my FB as follows: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;KPLI is over. I'm now a changed person. I might say I'm now a better teacher, yet I'm more of a better student. Thank U IPG Gaya, the lecturers, Mr.Lourdes Nagarajan,TESLians (will miss u guys soo much), fellow KPLI trainees, my students, SK Inanam Laut, and Sang Kancil friends for this experience! I've learnt a lot. TQ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well, that sums it all for now...;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-7301794651915037989?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/7301794651915037989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/kpli-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/7301794651915037989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/7301794651915037989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/kpli-reflection.html' title='KPLI Reflection'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-6086979061835542740</id><published>2010-07-01T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T05:40:23.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG annoying Q: Bila Kahwin??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;How funny it is to annoy an already annoying person??hakhakk...;) Yes, I'm an annoying person in most circumstances. i ask questions a lot and my mother often says, 'si penyiasat ni, pigi tanya polis lah soalan mu tu". But nowadays people tend to ask me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"when r u getting married?"&lt;/span&gt; and i get &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoyed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by it! Just because all other people in their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tempurung&lt;/span&gt; little world is getting married, they expect EVERYONE should join the club a.s.a.p, they'r acting like "fashion victoms" for weddings..i'm like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;get a life! Like i want to live yours anyway??&lt;/span&gt; I mean there are a lot of things i want to do before getting married because half of the things in my list do not include  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"getting hyped over an overly priced wedding where everybdy becomes nosy n such, living in not in yr own place, having kids i cant afford to take care of, borrowing money (from my parents), asking money (from my parents), having to look after,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;please, and make sure everything is perfect for the husband 24 hours a day, etc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;When you are mentally and emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ally not ready, you end up fighting all the time with d guy u sleep next to every night. It's better to make sure you are with the right person who ur happy to accept all of his qualities and even flaws. Also, I notice that marriage is a hard work and Im a big fan of PREPARATION. Just like a lesson plan u know...if u plan a good lesson plan with all the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;methods and materials, even the scariest student can be tamed, and everybody's happy at the end of the lesson. We would even make a song about it~! Dadadaa~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-6086979061835542740?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/6086979061835542740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/6086979061835542740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-annoying-q-bila-kahwin.html' title='BIG annoying Q: Bila Kahwin??'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-6613830916551630252</id><published>2009-10-29T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:29:23.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss B knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Broken-hearted Girl lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything I thought you never were&lt;br /&gt;And nothing like I thought you could’ve been&lt;br /&gt;But still you live inside of me&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one I wish I could forget&lt;br /&gt;The only one I’d love to not forgive&lt;br /&gt;And though you break my heart, you’re the only one&lt;br /&gt;And though there are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t erase&lt;br /&gt;The times that you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And put tears on my face&lt;br /&gt;And even now while I hate you&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to say&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna take a breath with out you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl...No...No&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;I’m no broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I feel I need to say&lt;br /&gt;But up to now I’ve always been afraid&lt;br /&gt;That you would never come around&lt;br /&gt;And still I want to put this out&lt;br /&gt;You say you’ve got the most respect for me&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel you’re not deserving me&lt;br /&gt;And still you’re in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But you’re the only one and yes&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t complain&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been afraid that you would've walk away&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now I don’t hate you&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy to say&lt;br /&gt;That I will be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna take a breath with out you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl...No…No&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m at a place I thought I’d never be…Oooo&lt;br /&gt;I’m living in a world that’s all about you and me…yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gotta be afraid my broken heart is free&lt;br /&gt;To spread my wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;Away With you&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah, ohh ohh ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be without my baby&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to take a breath with out my baby&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way..No..No&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl..No..No..&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;Broken-hearted girl No…no…&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-6613830916551630252?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/6613830916551630252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-b-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/6613830916551630252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/6613830916551630252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-b-knows.html' title='miss B knows'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-5572594773773951839</id><published>2009-10-10T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:48:42.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for experience's sake...</title><content type='html'>i slaughtered a chicken today. Me. I still cant believe I did that... it was like in a horor movie scene..except that everything was sunny and happy in the morning...all KPLI teacher trainees were there, there were like 50 chickens  being slaughtered this morning.. blood everywhere, headless chickens by d gate, some in a huge wok, some on the tables to be cleansed..I, was among the last few to do it... &lt;em&gt;niat dlm hati tidak mau menyembelih sbb takut kesian...&lt;/em&gt; dont get me wrong, i love eating chicken meat of all meat, but hey, i believe some ppl r &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; born to do those things...n killing an animal so helpless n small is the last thing i'd want to do to eat...but for experience's sake, i tried...because they say, u'll never know it ntil u try right? so i obeyed...it was easy yet im NOT proud of myself...even tho its an achievement that we now know how chickens we eat evryday are slaughtered......for experience's sake.................... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-5572594773773951839?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/5572594773773951839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-experiences-sake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/5572594773773951839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/5572594773773951839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-experiences-sake.html' title='for experience&apos;s sake...'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-5475179586481402099</id><published>2009-08-15T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:39:37.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to love is to let go</title><content type='html'>I have been talking about this thing that happend to me to a number of people like my sis and other gfs (thanx guys). Today, i want to 'write' them down... but- how can you write how you really feel with words? &lt;em&gt;sbb sbnarnya dlm hati ni mcm rojak jak ku rasa....macam2 perasaan yg melanda...&lt;/em&gt; and to make things &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt;, they do contradict at times.... sometimes i feel angry, yet i feel so free... sometimes sad, but oh am i glad... i feel like im drowning in these nonsense but am glad that things went so wrong, so messed up because, in a way, Im beginning to understand one way of loving. &lt;strong&gt;To love is to let go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wronged &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; I had my fair share of fault in that. Maybe I was too firm, too stone-headed, too disrespectful, too agressive, too loving, too caring, too clingy, too shy, too hopeful, too angry, too showy, too joyful, too open, too hot n cold, you name it. Now that i realize it, Im letting go... of this anger, frustation, and hope. And because im a hopeless romantic*sighs*, this will be a little hard to do... but God please, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;, help me, give me strength to do it...help me, love me, God, so that i can learn to love right and let love go... Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-5475179586481402099?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/5475179586481402099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-love-is-to-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/5475179586481402099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/5475179586481402099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-love-is-to-let-go.html' title='to love is to let go'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-368483604810646701</id><published>2009-08-04T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:33:46.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 1st day of August</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;On the 1st day of August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2009.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bruised real bad threw my hands up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I loved you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were soul my friend and my all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn't ask you why or even let you see me cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because after six years of romance, friendship, kinship, and bullshit...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are dead to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-368483604810646701?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/368483604810646701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-1st-day-of-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/368483604810646701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/368483604810646701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-1st-day-of-august.html' title='On the 1st day of August'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-5146284948233076371</id><published>2009-07-18T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:55:23.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to my damn charger</title><content type='html'>Argh! My morning went &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chaotic&lt;/span&gt; today coz i thought i had lost my wallet, dint remember where i put it...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank god&lt;/span&gt; my housemate found it..phew~....but am having a big problem now too...i lost my handphone charger!!! DAMN! what is today, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lose-important-things-day?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh...hope no 1 important is trying to reah me now.but i know someone is...this pisses me..friggin day.fudge.shoot! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;u know to translate this&lt;/span&gt;) urghh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my charger, i took u for granted before...i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cant&lt;/span&gt; live without you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-5146284948233076371?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/5146284948233076371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-my-damn-charger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/5146284948233076371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/5146284948233076371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-my-damn-charger.html' title='to my damn charger'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-6304776822065760352</id><published>2009-07-16T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:15:18.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IPG life...</title><content type='html'>Wweweeweew....^__^ its been a month since i've 'touched' this blog.... and it feels like just yesterday when i camme to IP Gaya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to share...where do i begin?:) Well, I live off campus but not far tho (so thankful 4 dat). My sis n her hubby lives nearby also... This house i live in is alright, the rent is not expensive, i have good housemates (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they drive me to maktab,hehe&lt;/span&gt;). My TESL classmates are AWESOME (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i have to say that because i know some of them peeks my blog, hahaha&lt;/span&gt;). But they really are...awesome ppl..they like jokes i like jokes, they like eating n lepaking in the cafe i also like... We all come from different backgrounds n experience...great ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturers- can be rated accrdingly to scale 1-10 la...most i give 8 or 9 la...others, err 5 or 6... for some reasons. But wat's important is that they have experience in this thing-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;education&lt;/span&gt;. My tutor of course, i give 9.99 lah... if 10 no more room improvement &lt;em&gt;pulok&lt;/em&gt;..n that's not a good thing. He's a 10 because he talks &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;straight to d point&lt;/span&gt;, honest, frank, n drop dead funny! n his jokes are from real life experience, dats a plus :) i really enjoy dat guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So u see reader, life is so far so good... but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;  great. We have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loads of assignments&lt;/span&gt; n almost everyday will we be in the field or tennis court or basketball court running around, &lt;em&gt;kawat&lt;/em&gt;, playing ball n wat not...n to say the worst, we are all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;broke, getting into IPG is not cheap ok!&lt;/span&gt; Allowance will be issued in September ot October....hurk...i want my daddy n mommy... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-6304776822065760352?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/6304776822065760352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/07/ipg-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/6304776822065760352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/6304776822065760352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/07/ipg-life.html' title='IPG life...'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-2006319613552436681</id><published>2009-06-19T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:12:41.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Rezqi... Alhamdulillah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NAMA: NOOR SUHAILA BINTI AHMAD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TAHNIAH ! Anda telah berjaya ditawarkan program seperti di bawah :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am happy... extremely happy that i got both KPLI and DPLI intake at the same time because I have proved myself worthy of both these 1-year courses. I thank Him, the Almighty, for giving me the motivation to educate children regardless of what I will choose: to be teaching in Primary or in Secondary school. They need me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;KOD PROGRAM : AT06D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NAMA PROGRAM : TESL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; IPTA : UNIVERSITI PENDIDIKAN SULTAN IDRIS (UPSI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;URL SURAT TAWARAN : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upsi.edu.my/tawaran"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://www.upsi.edu.my/tawaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CATATAN :Calon berjaya Diploma Pendidikan perlu mencetak Surat Tawaran IPTA dan Surat Penajaan KPM (sementara) mulai 18 hingga 25 Jun 2009 manakala Surat Tawaran Rasmi akan dihantar oleh IPTA. &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/969353701408327642-2006319613552436681?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/2006319613552436681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-rezqi-alhamdulillah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/2006319613552436681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/2006319613552436681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-rezqi-alhamdulillah.html' title='Another Rezqi... Alhamdulillah...'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-5479064446803582546</id><published>2009-06-16T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:57:29.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah... What more can I say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;SUKACITA DIMAKLUMKAN ANDA BERJAYA DITAWARKAN UNTUK MENGIKUTI PROGRAM KPLI ATAU KPLI-SR LPBS j-QAF AMBILAN KHAS JUN 2009&lt;br /&gt;MAKLUMAT TAWARAN ADALAH SEPERTI BERIKUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;NAMA:&lt;br /&gt;NOOR SUHAILA AHMAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;KURSUS:&lt;br /&gt;BAHASA INGGERIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;TEMPAT:&lt;br /&gt;INST PEND GURU MALAYSIA KAMPUS GAYA&lt;br /&gt;PETI SURAT 10491 88805&lt;br /&gt;KOTA KINABALU , SABAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;TARIKH LAPOR DIRI DI IPG:&lt;br /&gt;22-JUN-2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;MASA:&lt;br /&gt;8.30 PAGI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-5479064446803582546?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/5479064446803582546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/06/alhamdulillah-what-more-can-i-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/5479064446803582546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/5479064446803582546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/06/alhamdulillah-what-more-can-i-say.html' title='Alhamdulillah... What more can I say?'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-3074135623612643734</id><published>2009-06-16T02:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:43:50.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment(s) of Truth Happens This Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. And then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. It's like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for Eid after long challenging days of Fasting and patience... It will be worth it...Whatever result it might be. I am hopeful, praying and happy that my wait is finally going to end. It's like I've been waiting and not realising that I was actually an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;umemployed&lt;/span&gt; person for months! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my contract ended in SMTT in December, I applied for GSTT earlier this year, it was later in March that I found out I wasn't qualified because of my age. Yes, it was the sole reason I was rejected. I was informed that they now have a new ruling that GSTT applicants must be 24++ year olds. I do not know &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. So i never bothered and applied for KPLI and DPLI, and decided to wait, while I tutor kids at home and a few thru the internet. No income, as sorry I could possibly be, but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank Lord&lt;/span&gt; my parents understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stay at home had been meaningful and a revelation for me. Meaningful because I have finally learned to get along (communication-wise) with my parents. I have always been a stone headed, middle child, who never listens, demanding, and the oh-so-rebellious type!(I did &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;made my mom cry a few times&lt;/span&gt; when I was a teen and am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; proud of it). But my 24-hour stay in this house after i graduated had somehow made me feel important, needed (I helped around, and cooked), and I had more time to not only spend time with my parents, cook for them, but also &lt;strong&gt;TALKED&lt;/strong&gt; to them. I can suprise myself by saying that they are my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIENDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now. How it happened, I can't describe it with words but looking at what I have been through for the past months, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; is all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; I spent on whatever I did lately. Because when the time you're waiting for comes, it's worth it, and is always &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;meant to be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-3074135623612643734?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/3074135623612643734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/06/moments-of-truth-happens-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/3074135623612643734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/3074135623612643734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/06/moments-of-truth-happens-this-week.html' title='The Moment(s) of Truth Happens This Week'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-1187675024617892575</id><published>2009-06-14T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:30:00.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Channelling my Feelings...</title><content type='html'>This song is more or less is what i'm feeling lately... A song by Ada Band, from their album a couple of years back... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i listened, yes, it hit me... made me all gloomy and sad too (damn song!). Imagine being in a relationship of 6 years with a man you know as a friend, a listener, a boyfriend and also a family. But as you grow up together, you begin to grow apart... I don't know what's happening. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahulu terasa indah&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin lupakan&lt;br /&gt;Bermesraan selalu jadi &lt;br /&gt;Satu kenangan manis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yang salah&lt;br /&gt;Hanya aku manusia bodoh&lt;br /&gt;Yang biarkan semua ini permainkanku&lt;br /&gt;Berulang ulang ulang kali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff :&lt;br /&gt;Mencoba bertahan sekuat hati&lt;br /&gt;Layaknya karang yang dihempas sang ombak&lt;br /&gt;Jalani hidup dalam buai belaka&lt;br /&gt;Serahkan cinta tulus di dalam takdir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ayal tingkah lakumu&lt;br /&gt;Buatku putus asa&lt;br /&gt;Kadang akal sehat ini&lt;br /&gt;Belum cukup membendungnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kepedihan&lt;br /&gt;Yang selalu datang menertawakanku&lt;br /&gt;Engkau belahan jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Tega menari indah di atas tangisanku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff :&lt;br /&gt;Mencoba bertahan sekuat hati&lt;br /&gt;Layaknya karang yang dihempas sang ombak&lt;br /&gt;Jalani hidup dalam buai belaka&lt;br /&gt;Serahkan cinta tulus di dalam takdir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sampai kapankah kuharus&lt;br /&gt;Menanggungnya kutukan cinta ini&lt;br /&gt;Bersemayam dalam kalbu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge :&lt;br /&gt;Semua kisah pasti ada akhir&lt;br /&gt;Yang harus dilalui&lt;br /&gt;Begitu juga akhir kisah ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yakinku indah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-1187675024617892575?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/1187675024617892575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/06/dahulu-terasa-indah-tak-ingin-lupakan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/1187675024617892575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/1187675024617892575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/06/dahulu-terasa-indah-tak-ingin-lupakan.html' title='Channelling my Feelings...'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-8802743557491546835</id><published>2009-06-11T02:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:14:52.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ceh!</title><content type='html'>Puas aku marah2 &amp; penat tggu result KPLI... Ditunda la pulak.... Hmph....... tatau nak cakap apa lg....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-8802743557491546835?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/8802743557491546835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/06/ceh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/8802743557491546835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/8802743557491546835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/06/ceh.html' title='ceh!'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-3642674014182299069</id><published>2009-06-11T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:27:52.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menunggu Panggilan Kemasukan KPLI Jun 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tunggu dan tunggu.&lt;/em&gt; Waiting is all i can do right now. tawakkal. berserah. Whatever the result say i will accept it with an open heart. Because that's what grown-ups do. But to think of it, some people in the Kementerian Pelajaran is are not so grown up in the head. KPLI result was supposed to come out today. So we assume today, starting from 12 a.m. anyone could check their status whether they are successful or not. But no, nothing came out on the website about KPLI June intake!Not even a notice of POSTPONEMENT! For me, i slept early last night, with the thought of "maybe the website will be busy by then and better check them in the morning when u'r all fresh and together with the whole family because anything happens, the beloved ones are there for me"... But guess what? since morning, well maybe not so morning, *lol*, i've been sitting in front of thwe computer and nothing appears on the friggin website. Now is 4.26 P.m.  I guess if the people in the Kementerian is still not being professional about this. The other day, if i'm not mistaken, the results for KPLI interviews were postopned for a week, and then another 2 or 3 days. What happened? Were there any reasons or explanations? No. I know that patience is needed for us applicants, but are'nt there any remorse on their side?not one bit? Most people are not lucky enough to have facillities like the internet at home. Some KPLI applicants are even &lt;em&gt;bambong&lt;/em&gt; (Tawau vernacular for 'the unemployed'). God. *eyes rolled* In foreign countries, which i experienced and know of, the government communication with its citizens is the primary concern form of communication. People depend on the government. We people want to get into the governnment through KPLI for God sake. *eyes tired of rolling up*... Is this the example that there are portraying?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-3642674014182299069?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/3642674014182299069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/06/menunggu-panggilan-kemasukan-kpli-jun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/3642674014182299069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/3642674014182299069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/06/menunggu-panggilan-kemasukan-kpli-jun.html' title='Menunggu Panggilan Kemasukan KPLI Jun 2009'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-1313439597586414201</id><published>2009-05-26T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T05:46:07.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DPLI Interview</title><content type='html'>Im back! :) As promised, this post will be about my DPLI interview. So there i was, in UITM (Tawau branch) at 8.30 am, filled a form, and sat with all the other applicants. I met some schoolmates and a collegue from SMTT. We chatted and I realised that i was the only one applying for TESL and the others are mostly &lt;em&gt;Perniagaan&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Perdagangan &lt;/em&gt;or something. Weird. Minutes later, there were facillitators calling us one by one, assessed our forms and conducted a color blind test. When it was my turn, they said I'd be selected for sure because my degree suits tesl. Point taken, I said, but then, you'll never know.. I was not really nervous about this interview, i don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for my turn. I knocked on the door, greeted the 2 fellows(who were lecturers from UMS), gave them  my file (of original certificates, KPLI interview needed us to have copies of certificated ones), and waited for the offer to sit. He spoke Bahasa Malaysia to me, so i replied in Bahasa too. The other officer noticed my documents and asked me to speak in English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to introduce myself, my name, when n where i graduated from, and then my teaching experience. He asked why i wanted to be a teacher, i told them that its a dream since school, my idols and guide are my teachers, my parents are teachers and finally a promising lifestyle a person can achieve teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next quiry suprised me, he said 'why, would you want to choose UMS of all universities?' His tone was quite 'demeaning' a little...&lt;em&gt;Padahal diorang lectuer UMS pun&lt;/em&gt;. So I said that UMS is nearer to my hometown and that I do think UMS has its own reputation. I heard good things about it, like its research and efforts on the environment. I am a person who is concerned about the environment, sirs. (hihi,honestly, true, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we talked about students' current issues, especially on students' less interests in English, especially those in the rural areas. I started to suggest ways to increase their interests, change their perceptions on English, having fun attractive activities they can participate in, and have trips to the towns where English is everywhere and what not. Basically, it all comes down to people are not able to survive or be successfull without knowing even a little abput English language, the language of information, not the language of mere identity (for Malaysians).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he still underlined to me that teaching students with these kind of problems are difficult and that most teachers nowadays would only teach and finish the syllabus per se, without ever wanting to really teach and make sure every student achieves something. So then I shared about my view or shall i say philosophy of teaching- teaching is not just about teaching, but to learn, and a great teacher do not only teach the students but they learn from them as well. How do teachers learn from students? It is in his/her awareness of the students' progress by looking at their &lt;strong&gt;response&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;accepting &lt;/strong&gt;their opinions, and then &lt;strong&gt;realizes &lt;/strong&gt;that the learning process really did &lt;strong&gt;happen &lt;/strong&gt;at that time. I like participation in class, so that we don't only teach a subject matter, but also a skill, a communication skill, whether it is between teacher to student, or student to fellow student, or a student to the whole audience/class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So is it not about the money as a teacher?the salary?" No of course not sir.  The real 'salary' is given by God. Our deeds that we do as teachers. It is to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that's all Suhaila, thank you. I thank them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end of interview*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-1313439597586414201?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/1313439597586414201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/05/dpli-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/1313439597586414201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/1313439597586414201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/05/dpli-interview.html' title='DPLI Interview'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-3472796206049693523</id><published>2009-05-24T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:51:00.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KPLI &amp; DPLI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/ShutetkwvTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6B_gpBXuPx0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/ShutetkwvTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6B_gpBXuPx0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340052526319320370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went well. Both of them. My KPLI (Kursus Perguruan Lepasan Ijazah) and DPLI (Diploma Pendidikan Lepasan Ijazah) interview for TESL course. For those who dont know KPLI and DPLI is a 10-months course that qualifies a post-graduate to become a teacher. KPLI is for those who will be teaching in primary schools and DPLI for secondary, community colleges or polytech colleges. I was lucky enough to be selected to sit for the examinations and made through both interviews. Thousands have applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through the application was not easy, for KPLI especially, one would have to sit for Mtest, an asessment about personality, arithmetic skill, and what not. The interview on the other hand, consits of 3 parts; the witten test, the group discussion asessment, and the individual interview. Mine went okay the other day, I was the last person to be called in for the individual interview so there were no more nervousness. LOL. The 'butterflies' in my stomach were actually tired of waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for DPLI, Medsi is the name of the examination. This one needs applicants who obtained degrees with CGPA 2.75 and above. Mine, 3.0 above, no problemo~ LOL. Anyways, the Medsi exam was quite easy, just to test one's personality and interests towards teaching. There were multiple choice answers, 300 questions to be answered within 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part I remember most in this experience is none other than the interview itself. For KPLI individual interview, as i mentioned, was tiring, all because of the waiting. I had to be there before 11 am, and it ended at 2/3 pm. Yes, imagine that. The panel interviewer were both men, lecturers from Maktab Gaya, KK. The questions were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/ what have you prepared for this interview?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A- i have read and equipped myself with some information about the history, status, and issues of education in this country. My sources were texbooks, reference books, magazines, newspapers, and some from the internet. (at this point my butterflies came back, fearing questions i have no idea of!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/ Good. You are teaching?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A- Currently no. My teaching contract ended in December as a GSTT. And then..blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/ Can you share one sweet memory while you were teaching?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  A- (i started smiling, like a kid who were given some chocs)It had to be during the camping trip to Balung River, it was a motivational, come induction course for GSTT from the school..blah blah blah...(what we did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/ What makes a great teacher?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  A- (O gosh i thought) A great teacher must not only teach, but also learn from students. Reaching out for them is important, knowing them and engaging them in the teaching-learning process can make learning much more effective and memorable.( I started to state some of my personal experience..)I think i either bored or ammused the panels.. they looked at me weirdly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/ Alright. Can you describe these certificates of theatre performances? Were you active in acting? &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A- My involvements of extra curricular activities in the university were basically 3 things; theatre, writing, and community service. For theatre, our production called 'Skylark Production' did 2 major performances, one was for English Aprreciation Week, and another was The Literary Appreciation Week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6/ what did you do in Literary Appreciation Week?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; A- I acted. And this was a musical theatre, so there was some singing. However it was challenging because in IIUM, female students shouldnt be singing in performnces but people loved it nevertheless. (the singing was not to promote the beauty of one's voice but merely a story telling in a melody...). he made me promise to have these kinds of activities done in schools if i become an English teacher 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/ Since you are quite an expert on the language, can you describe about the grammar? &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A- I started to state kinds of sentences, elements in a sentence, tenses (and God knows what came out of me..) Then hr asked the difference between a Verb and Adverb. &lt;em&gt;Easy like peanut this&lt;/em&gt;. Cant imagine if the interviewer was Sir Grammatical Analysis, the Australian, my lecturer. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8/ Good. So do you have any questions?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A- Not for now sir, no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end of interview*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DPLI interview questions will be in the next post. I have to run. Good day~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-3472796206049693523?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/3472796206049693523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/05/kpli-dpli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/3472796206049693523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/3472796206049693523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/05/kpli-dpli.html' title='KPLI &amp; DPLI'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/ShutetkwvTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6B_gpBXuPx0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-6952090819333326629</id><published>2009-04-08T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:12:08.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once..</title><content type='html'>Once i killed an elephant in my pajamas... why he was in my pajamas? I'll never know why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-6952090819333326629?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/6952090819333326629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/04/once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/6952090819333326629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/6952090819333326629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/04/once.html' title='Once..'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-1700357347499196414</id><published>2009-04-01T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:31:10.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Me Again</title><content type='html'>*W*H*O*&lt;br /&gt;who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;-they knw who thy are~ untuk makhluk yg ada d sini, leha..u r my bff toOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;-honest, outgoing, moderate, humble, funny, cool, respectful, beautiful, n all "-ful" people..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;-she is a great, wonder, super woman~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who owns your house?&lt;br /&gt;-i dont hv one yet..i liv with my dady n momy..so its theirs..hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who bought you the clothes your wearing?&lt;br /&gt;-me n only me. i like buying my own thgs,i hv my own taste tq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is at your house?&lt;br /&gt;-my familee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who loves you?&lt;br /&gt;-my familee :) everibodee.. (kalau student aku spell mcm ni aku bg mkn kaki..huhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who said hey to you today?&lt;br /&gt;-jiran, dia naik moto aku main basikal..huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you talking to right now?&lt;br /&gt;-no1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was your ex-boy/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;-_ _ _ _ _ _ fill in the blanks..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*W*H*A*T*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what town do you live in?&lt;br /&gt;-Tawau, Sabah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are your pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;- not many..i like animals regardless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;-t n sweatpants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do your teeth look like?&lt;br /&gt;-like teeth lah.n its straight n pretty awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing in an hour?&lt;br /&gt;-watch awani. or utube.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;-i aint got none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your deepest secret?&lt;br /&gt;-like im gonna tell...bluekkk :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;-urgh...dont remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your boy/girlfriends middle name?&lt;br /&gt;-got none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is in this for you?&lt;br /&gt;-in wha? what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your favorite thing(s) to do?&lt;br /&gt;-ooOoh..right nw i like 2 take a drive around aimlessly..huhuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you sitting on?&lt;br /&gt;-m not sitting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*W*H*E*R*E*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you at right now?&lt;br /&gt;-on d bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where were you at at 12 noon today?&lt;br /&gt;-home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is your toothbrush at?&lt;br /&gt;-d bathroom lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;-in d bedroom *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;-in a home *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where were you at at 7pm yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;-kitchen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is your boy/girl friend?&lt;br /&gt;-at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are your parents?&lt;br /&gt;-downstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did you put your bookbag?&lt;br /&gt;-on d shelf sumwher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you keep your socks?&lt;br /&gt;-in d drawer lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*W*H*E*N*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when are you getting a job?&lt;br /&gt;-oh soon..m figuring out what i really want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did you graduate?&lt;br /&gt;-last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;-aik..sarcastic huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when are you going to call your friend?&lt;br /&gt;-i will soon..still got d 8pax free, bday gift frm celcom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did you get home last night?&lt;br /&gt;-err..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when are you going to stop taking surveys?&lt;br /&gt;-i dnt knw.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you had a fruit smoothie?&lt;br /&gt;-i had vanilla smoothie yestrday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when are you getting married?&lt;br /&gt;-when d time's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*W*H*Y*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you taking this?&lt;br /&gt;-i dont know~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you weird?&lt;br /&gt;-'coz normal's boOOoring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you wearing what your wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;-uhuh? *confused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dont you have friends?&lt;br /&gt;-i got friends silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant you get a boy/girl friend?&lt;br /&gt;-i got one.i'll keep him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you live where your at?&lt;br /&gt;-bcause its my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*H*O*W*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you fix your hair?&lt;br /&gt;-d barber does it. i just shampoo n condition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are the kids?&lt;br /&gt;-who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many hours do you spend on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;-not more thn 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many TV shows do you watch?&lt;br /&gt;-many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did you find this survey?&lt;br /&gt;-good.interesting.although not veri relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you like it so far?&lt;br /&gt;-its alrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you make sharpies?&lt;br /&gt;-i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many sharpies do you own?&lt;br /&gt;-do i hv 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how often do you say I love you?&lt;br /&gt;-enough~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-1700357347499196414?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/1700357347499196414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-who-is-your-best-friend-they-knw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/1700357347499196414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/1700357347499196414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-who-is-your-best-friend-they-knw.html' title='Ask Me Again'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-2857096565000840897</id><published>2009-03-29T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:01:15.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are some questions I'd like to answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sue. My parents call me "adik", siblings "choo", friends "sue, suhaila, toton, peng", online name "sue_she" ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Want:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to be successful in life, not just in career life but family life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Have:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it goin' on~! yeah!!! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Wish:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just wish, that u would be here right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Hate:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;having nothing to do..thats y did this;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Fear:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nothing!haha..not..i fear of being fearful or fearless..regardless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Hear:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; weird stories all d time.. orang jadi batu, baby ular, kena rasuk...etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Search:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;using google..d best search engine in my opinion...altavista pun ok gak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Wonder:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how...i wonder why.. u told me by the blue blue sky...dadadadadadidada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Regret:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some things...sumtimes i just say wht i think n then regret it but sumtimes i regret not having to say anything...happens evryday...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;being loved n to love..aiseh! n ooh..i loOOove L.O.V.E :) best feeling we can hv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Ache:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when im ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Always:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;get confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Usually:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;am pretty n preppy. wahahha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Am Not:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;going to delete ths blog... ngeee!(i deleted several of my blogs b4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Dance:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i feel like it!! it just happen! usually when alone lah...or with kids around..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Sing:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i feel like it too!i like to singalong evrytime i knw most lyrics of d song m listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Never:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ever went to Paris....wanna go sumday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Rarely:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eherm..excercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Cry:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when im sad. funny how i never cried when im happy or even very3x happy?i guess sadness or pain is a stronger feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Am Not Always:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;good at telling others how i feel. sometimes im just good at showing them...;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Lose:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i know im wrong ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Confused:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;about d world at large&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Need:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to start a career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Should:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;start a career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Dream:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of one good career~ n do some sort of business tooO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-2857096565000840897?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/2857096565000840897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/03/ask-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/2857096565000840897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/2857096565000840897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/03/ask-me.html' title='Ask Me'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-5426568770285335781</id><published>2009-03-29T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:54:04.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Turned 23</title><content type='html'>Two days ago i turned 23. But hey, i still feel like im 17.. :) tulang belom b'goncang lagi, kuat n mantop lagi..huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-5426568770285335781?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/5426568770285335781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-turned-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/5426568770285335781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/5426568770285335781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-turned-23.html' title='Just Turned 23'/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969353701408327642.post-8062768425397434564</id><published>2009-03-29T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:20:58.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc89aCN3TxI/AAAAAAAAADc/Jh8whKKK_PU/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-hates-what-he-sees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc89aCN3TxI/AAAAAAAAADc/Jh8whKKK_PU/s320/funny-pictures-cat-hates-what-he-sees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318537202428759826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this cat is very insulting. But i'm not..LOL. I do want you to stick around n read... Here i go.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969353701408327642-8062768425397434564?l=uknowsueshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/feeds/8062768425397434564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-this-cat-is-very-insulting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/8062768425397434564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969353701408327642/posts/default/8062768425397434564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uknowsueshe.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-this-cat-is-very-insulting.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414241213979323665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc5tZKnZyAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qc2Wj2K-ik0/S220/miming+da+king.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atR8KjXFeU/Sc89aCN3TxI/AAAAAAAAADc/Jh8whKKK_PU/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-hates-what-he-sees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
