<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17522497</id><updated>2009-02-21T14:24:23.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from Upriver and Chinatown</title><subtitle type='html'>I come from a land of two worlds where the Upriver people of Lawas meets Chinatown. I am a fusion of both worlds with a tinge of modernity. I'm a Lun Bawang - Chinese and I'm proud of it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saz_lasung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252616595450777139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17522497.post-114563391311837507</id><published>2006-04-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:38:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeter by the day...</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; is near... It gets '&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sweeter&lt;/span&gt; by the day'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 21st of April and I have &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; rid myself of two exam papers. One more to go... *&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's paper was....how do I put it.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WEIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Not so much the question but how I felt about it. Its been a long time since I really answered proper &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;essay questions&lt;/span&gt; ( my lecturers are generally lazy to mark essay questions with exception of one or two)... and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, I received 4 LONG essay questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Total marks were 100&lt;/span&gt; and question four was worth &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;50 marks&lt;/span&gt;! Can you imagine the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;horror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that went through my head as I read the total marks? I couldn't believe me eyes.... Thinking back to the notes of my lectures, there really wasn't much to study... And there it was before my eyes. an essay question that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;blows my mind beyond recognition&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through the questions one by one... And one by one my mind came up &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;blank&lt;/span&gt;.. I thought I was in for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DOOMSDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;.... (is that how it's spelled?) Then the lecturer mentioned one thing that kept my hand writing till I couldn't anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"JUST write..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 'just write' I did (as al did many of my friends).... Until now, I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;do not know&lt;/span&gt; what I have written nor remember it... All I can remember was that my hand was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;flying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all over the pages filling it with words.. I hope that i amidst all those &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gibberish &lt;/span&gt;I would have hit a point or two... And this is where I ask for&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; God's intervention&lt;/span&gt;... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I have done as best as I could. I shall now focus on my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Final year project report&lt;/span&gt; which is to be handed up on the 26th and my&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; last paper&lt;/span&gt; on the 25th... I hope I can manage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this enough updates for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, and God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: To other students; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;past, present and future&lt;/span&gt;, here's to those papers where we always feel confused about. Without them, life would be boring.. Haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17522497-114563391311837507?l=sarahlasung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/feeds/114563391311837507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17522497&amp;postID=114563391311837507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/114563391311837507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/114563391311837507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/2006/04/sweeter-by-day.html' title='Sweeter by the day...'/><author><name>Saz_lasung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252616595450777139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12516370509898229365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17522497.post-114524236613323528</id><published>2006-04-17T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:52:46.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure....</title><content type='html'>Just finished a&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;weekend... &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easter weekend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today it is &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;official&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... My &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;exams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are starting in a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;few hours time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... And yet, I'm still sitting here typing on my blog... (This is sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I still can't get over the fact that I will be &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;finishing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my degree course in &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 weeks time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... But still there is a chance that I might fail a subject and have to repeat.... that would be my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;worse case scenario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Aaahhh!!!!! God please help me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to write actually... I guess it is just &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nerves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..... Have to calm them down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I guess that is all for now.. Take care and God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: A shout out to all &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Malaysian University Students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who sitting for their exams this two weeks... all the best to you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17522497-114524236613323528?l=sarahlasung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/feeds/114524236613323528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17522497&amp;postID=114524236613323528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/114524236613323528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/114524236613323528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/2006/04/pressure.html' title='Pressure....'/><author><name>Saz_lasung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252616595450777139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12516370509898229365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17522497.post-114493019549374067</id><published>2006-04-13T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:09:55.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>As I was walking down life's highway many years ago, I came upon a sign that read &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven's Grocery Store.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When I got a little closer the door swung open wide&lt;br /&gt;     And when I came to myself, I was standing inside.&lt;br /&gt;     I saw a host of angels.&lt;br /&gt;     They were standing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;     One handed me a basket and said "My child, shop with care."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a human needed was in that grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;     And what you could not carry, you could come back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     First I got some &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patience&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was in that same row.&lt;br /&gt;     Further down was &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Understanding&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You need that everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;     I got a box or two of &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wisdom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a bag or two.&lt;br /&gt;     And &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt;     I would need some of that too.&lt;br /&gt;     I couldn't miss the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy Ghost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, It was all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;     And then some &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to help me run this race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My basket was getting full but I remembered I needed &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;     And then I chose &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salvation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for Salvation was free.&lt;br /&gt;     I tried to get enough of that to do for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;     Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill.&lt;br /&gt;     For I thought I had everything to do the Master's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As I went up the aisle, I saw &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and put that in,&lt;br /&gt;     For I know when I stepped outside I would run into sin.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;were plentiful, the last things on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were hanging near so I just helped myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Then I said to the angel "Now how much do I &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;owe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;     He smiled and said "Just take them &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you go."&lt;br /&gt;     Again I asked "Really now, How much do I owe?"&lt;br /&gt;     "&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;," he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"God paid your bill a long, long time ago."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ANONYMOUS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't God great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Easter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17522497-114493019549374067?l=sarahlasung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/feeds/114493019549374067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17522497&amp;postID=114493019549374067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/114493019549374067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/114493019549374067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Saz_lasung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252616595450777139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12516370509898229365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17522497.post-114484901657698086</id><published>2006-04-12T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:36:56.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of adulthood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;... the day I dreaded....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did fine actually.. :) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Managed&lt;/span&gt; to hand in my C.V to my faculty and also my final year project draft to my lecturer.. So I'm fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friends told me there was going to be an interview session by &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nestle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (yes Milo, Maggi, Nestum, Nespray, Nestea, NesVita, etc....) for Managerial training program. They were all going to give it a try for fun. So there I was, begged by my friends to join in the group. I mean, I did get my C.V done so &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;why not right&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thoughts&lt;/span&gt; ran through my head.. My very &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; interview!!!! Not expecting anything, but a little experience that would really be a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;great exposure&lt;/span&gt; to my future job applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;interview room&lt;/span&gt;, was asked to fill in a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOOONNNNGGGG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; form only then was I sitted down. I was third in row after my fellow coursemates. There was three booths altogether so the three of us went first. After the interview, I discussed with my coursemates what was asked and the three of us had &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other two coursemates said that their interviewers were the ones talking while they listened.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Guess what&lt;/span&gt;.. I was interviewed by the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chairman!!!! (Human Resource Director!!!)&lt;/span&gt; Aaaarrrghh!!! I personally had a scary time.. My interviewer had such a big presence that I actually felt &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;very small&lt;/span&gt; sitting across him. (And I'm a relatively &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me on my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;credits&lt;/span&gt; and on my claims that I've held several &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;posts&lt;/span&gt; in clubs. He also asked on what my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;expectations&lt;/span&gt; were if I were to work in Nestle. Other then that he gave me a CBI session (Competency something something). Was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;too intimidated&lt;/span&gt; to really hear anything.. And finally he ended the interview by giving me a little &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;advice&lt;/span&gt; on interviews and what to expect from other future interviews ( I told him this was my first interview).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was an &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;experience to remember&lt;/span&gt; and to gain from. I lost nothing but I had a brush with adulthood. I learned that I may be 21 but I am &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;very far&lt;/span&gt; from being prepared. If this is just a little taste of what I'm going to get in the future, I better start getting ready....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is it for now, take care all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Too all those who are &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stepping into the real world&lt;/span&gt; and going through the interview phase, All the best to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17522497-114484901657698086?l=sarahlasung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/feeds/114484901657698086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17522497&amp;postID=114484901657698086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/114484901657698086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/114484901657698086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/2006/04/taste-of-adulthood.html' title='A taste of adulthood...'/><author><name>Saz_lasung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252616595450777139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12516370509898229365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17522497.post-114451206561249952</id><published>2006-04-08T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:01:13.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down...</title><content type='html'>Remember in my &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where I mentioned a list of things that were trials to me?? Well.... &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;erased&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... therefore the title :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed in my assignment this week and all I have to do now is just concentrate on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Final Year Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and my exams... But who am I kidding??!!! Just? I have to hand in m first draft in 2 days time. What have I done? Hmm.... ( Had better not reveal just in case...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even worse is that my &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faculty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had to add to my already impending list.. (is that the right way to put it?) Yesterday, my faculty called me up to tell me to hand in my CV or short for &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curriculum Vitae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to them by &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. For what reason you ask? Well, that is for you and me to find out because I do not know myself.... Time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along, today I made my &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passport photo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it turned out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;much, much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; better then my IC did. I had a great laughing session with Su Yin today. We both compared how we look in our photos over the years. I'm still&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; laughing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just at the thought of it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have nothing else to say for now... My head is just to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dizzy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thinking about what to write for my report.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday Dateline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... aaahhhh!!!!! (Brings full meaning to the song &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manic Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, that's all for now. Take care all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brian &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(brother), this post is dedicated to you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (a little late la but nevermind..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17522497-114451206561249952?l=sarahlasung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/feeds/114451206561249952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17522497&amp;postID=114451206561249952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/114451206561249952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/114451206561249952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-down_08.html' title='One down...'/><author><name>Saz_lasung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252616595450777139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12516370509898229365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17522497.post-114346808168187546</id><published>2006-03-27T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:01:22.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;countdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me has started. Countdown to the finish line. The &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last lap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The little light of hope down the tunnel becoming Bigger, &lt;strong&gt;wider&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;brighter&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from where I am, to the end, trials will come my way. Trials in the form of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Final Year Project Thesis&lt;br /&gt;2) Final Year Project Presentation&lt;br /&gt;3) Analisis of data for project&lt;br /&gt;4) An assignment worth 20% (so much!!!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Three gruesome days of exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar anyone? =) Yeah, its coming to the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end of my degree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i just need to tie up loose ends here and there before I can call myself a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;graduate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I know, for those who has gone through it, you guys may be laughing at me but for me at this moment, finishing my degree is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially finish on the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th of May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where I have to hand in my final draft of my thesis. Unofficially i do not know how long my lecturers will keeping us. I hope not too long.. I can't believe that after &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of studying including 3 years of kindy I finally receive one certificate that says that I have received a degree. Phew!!! Sure took me a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;looonnnggg &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's if my thesis is approved. Should I fail any subject or ruin my thesis, I would have to extend my studies. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lord, HELP ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end, just want to show you a little picture of a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bearded pig &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in BAKO National Park. Went for a little class trip a few weeks ago. Byes for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/468/1691/320/DSC02100.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s To all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;final year students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wherever you are, take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17522497-114346808168187546?l=sarahlasung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/feeds/114346808168187546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17522497&amp;postID=114346808168187546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/114346808168187546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/114346808168187546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/2006/03/countdown.html' title='The countdown'/><author><name>Saz_lasung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252616595450777139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12516370509898229365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17522497.post-113625715720980266</id><published>2006-01-03T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:59:17.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bump to begin with</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Many&lt;/span&gt; of you have been &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wondering&lt;/span&gt; where I've been. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my absence. Since I started my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;final year&lt;/span&gt; in uni, life has been as hectic as can be. (I can't imagine when I work next time)...&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Currently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my final year project is taking up lots of time and when I finally touch down at home, I'm &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;too exausted&lt;/span&gt; to even on the laptop and start typing.. With my final tear coming to a closure (in a few months), the work load has&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; gone up a notch&lt;/span&gt;. Baggy panda eyes show clearly... *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But I will &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my best to update the blog as much as possible. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No promises though&lt;/span&gt;. Personal thanks to all that have linked me and waited patiently for posts to come out. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*sheepish smile*.&lt;/span&gt; To the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;expert bloggers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, can you please leave notes for me on: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      i) how to add in chatterbox&lt;br /&gt;      ii) how to link friends blogs to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       That's it from me for now. Have a lunch date with my coursemates and then off to class. Another day in &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;UNIMAS&lt;/span&gt;.... tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17522497-113625715720980266?l=sarahlasung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/feeds/113625715720980266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17522497&amp;postID=113625715720980266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/113625715720980266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/113625715720980266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/2006/01/bump-to-begin-with.html' title='A bump to begin with'/><author><name>Saz_lasung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252616595450777139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12516370509898229365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17522497.post-113045866222091874</id><published>2005-10-28T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T08:17:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;titles&lt;/span&gt; do sound as if I'm writing a &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt; but hey... My life is a &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt; right? So a &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;storybook&lt;/span&gt; I shall write. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         But &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; I do go on to any ramblings, I would like to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;address&lt;/span&gt; one issue first. The issue of concern for me right now is "&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;snatch thief-ing&lt;/span&gt;". Just last Sunday, a dear, dear friend of mine was victim to such &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unscrupulous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crime. Can you imagine the fear that would run through her for many years to come? I can't believe some people can be so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;brainless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. People have lives too. What if someone did the same thing to your girlfriend or wife? Would you think that is right? I seriously &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;doubt&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Anyway, I thank &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for interfering with the matter and my friend escaped with minor bruises and her handbag (the thieves only managed to snatch her strap). Her fiance who happened to be visiting during this weekend I heard was also a &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;hero&lt;/span&gt;. Cheers to you, mate! All in all, this incident has given me &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;mixed feelings&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Glad&lt;/span&gt; that everyone is alright but &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;dissapointed&lt;/span&gt; that the town I call home is such a dangerous place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Still saddened by this, I think I will continue my introduction &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;another time&lt;/span&gt;. Take care all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Here's to all my &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;friends from UNIMAS&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy the stidy weeks. One week is almost up! ONe more to go. And also a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy Raya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; to those celebrating. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;God Bless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17522497-113045866222091874?l=sarahlasung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/feeds/113045866222091874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17522497&amp;postID=113045866222091874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/113045866222091874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/113045866222091874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/2005/10/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Saz_lasung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252616595450777139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12516370509898229365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17522497.post-112858321923907039</id><published>2005-10-06T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T15:20:19.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of a new chapter..</title><content type='html'>Welcome one, Welcome all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          This is my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;very first&lt;/span&gt; post in my blogger.com blog. I'm exicited for what this blog will turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;           First things first.. You guys might wonder why the blog title?? Well, I'm half &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lun Bawang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (a community in the deep regions of Borneo) and half &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (thus the Chinatown..). Just for general knowledge, the Lun Bawangs are indigenous people from the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Land of the Hornbills&lt;/span&gt; otherwise known as &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sarawak&lt;/span&gt;. Sarawak is situated in the island of Borneo which on the other hand has a very well known reputation for head hunters. But all that is in the past :) Sarawak now is such a lovely place which has a touch of both worlds where development meets environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           So just for an introduction, this post is for &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all bloggers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I have another &lt;a href="http://sazlasung.blogs.friendster.com/simplicity_is_always_best/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; which I used for understanding how blogging works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17522497-112858321923907039?l=sarahlasung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/feeds/112858321923907039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17522497&amp;postID=112858321923907039' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/112858321923907039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17522497/posts/default/112858321923907039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahlasung.blogspot.com/2005/10/beginning-of-new-chapter.html' title='The beginning of a new chapter..'/><author><name>Saz_lasung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252616595450777139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12516370509898229365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry></feed>