<?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-5762531263364318134</id><updated>2012-01-31T06:40:25.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO BEYOND DESTINY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>VKi1012</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275444271853297315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-3128810574693901269</id><published>2011-12-27T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T03:30:27.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little joy</title><content type='html'>Hey people! As you all know, Christmas is over and this Christmas, I received a very special gift from my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a pet algae!! :D Wacky I know... It's call a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;marimo&lt;/span&gt;. I only came to know about marimo when I bought it. My brother took us (Me and my mum) to see it and instantly, I fell in love with it! How could you not?? It's a fluffy green&amp;nbsp; LIVING BREATHING ball!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum saw that I liked it so much, she bought it for me on the spot. And that my friend, is how I got my Christmas present! I hope it lives happily and hopefully, for the rest of my life, I'll be able to take care of it. This is the thing that will show that I care! It'll be my training for my future when I get a dog. To care and feed it everyday and take care of it when it's sick or pregnant with a baby marimo. :D&amp;nbsp; Weeee!! This is going to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KR1f0vRmYY/TvjIvp2GwzI/AAAAAAAAACE/2_hItaMZTa4/s1600/IMG_0646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KR1f0vRmYY/TvjIvp2GwzI/AAAAAAAAACE/2_hItaMZTa4/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap... This is my baby Momo. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for today. Introducing Momo to everyone! :D My best Christmas gift ever, a gift of eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Merry Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-3128810574693901269?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/3128810574693901269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=3128810574693901269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/3128810574693901269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/3128810574693901269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-joy.html' title='A little joy'/><author><name>VKi1012</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275444271853297315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KR1f0vRmYY/TvjIvp2GwzI/AAAAAAAAACE/2_hItaMZTa4/s72-c/IMG_0646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-5294257805103496470</id><published>2011-12-21T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T02:30:28.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever feel disappointed that your life sucks?</title><content type='html'>It is now nearing Christmas and as everyone is huddled together being all lovey dovey, I've picked the best book to be reading this time of the year. Jurassic Park??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://effkindle.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/jurassic-park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://effkindle.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/jurassic-park.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The book &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/images_blogs/photos/uncategorized/2008/11/05/michael_crichton_wide_crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://www.wired.com/images_blogs/photos/uncategorized/2008/11/05/michael_crichton_wide_crop.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Written by this guy, Michael Crichton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, a book jammed pack with thriller and minimal romance. That's what I love about this book- The Lost World. The content of this book is so freaking inspiring and smart. I really do not know how he thought of all the things. There's just so much philosophy in there as well. About life and about being a human. About our perception on the world around us and how ignorant we are about it and took it for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a bit side-tracked there. The main point is that I can't help but feel a bit useless and lonely. Turning 20 next year and so far... nothing. Not a single person to like me back. Feeling a bit disappointed in myself. Especially since it is nearly Christmas now and everyone is so in the mood, so in love and cozy while I on the other hand just feel like running. Running to work, running to do other thing rather than really sitting down and think and do pointless things. For example, I just went through some of my friend's facebook profiles. Can't help feeling sorry for myself and a feeling of jealousy. I keep thinking: "Why is their life so freaking awesome and full of love while I'm alone all the time?" But then, every time, I think about that question, my brain automatically switch to the usual next question to comfort myself. "What about the people in Africa? People who are less fortunate" and I'll feel happy again. Because like they say, the grass is always greener on the other side. I should be happy for I am blessed with food and water and to be given the chance to watch television everyday and have an education and with friends and family that love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't feel disappointed that your life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Be happy and cherish what you have.&lt;br /&gt;Be content as it only happens once in your life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends, family and the ones that love me. Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-5294257805103496470?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/5294257805103496470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=5294257805103496470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/5294257805103496470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/5294257805103496470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-you-ever-feel-dissapointed-that-your.html' title='Do you ever feel disappointed that your life sucks?'/><author><name>VKi1012</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275444271853297315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-2578640924801612096</id><published>2011-12-19T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T02:34:28.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;8th December 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Today was one of those days where I was lucky enough to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;It was a night,to be exact, I was lucky enough to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;It was magical.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling a bit down because I had to go to TGIF to celebrate my friend, Hwen Cheng's birthday and miss out on my Hong Kong drama, especially when the night before, I had to see my other friend, Mark, as well. I dragged myself out of the house and got my bud over to One Utama with my only girl friend available to teman me (so far). She was on the wheels because I had nearly got into a car accident the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we arrived at the restaurant, it was a pretty dull start. I was concentrating on "Tom and Jerry" that was playing on TV than to the conversations (Still feeling a bit sad about the Hong Kong drama) but then the mood pick up as we started walking towards this so called "Ultimate Secret Hang Out" that the boys have. I don't think I'm allowed to disclose the location but when we reached the place, all I can say is, it was very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, we got a clear view of the sky and it was really awesome. I just sat down on one of the chair and got really comfortable. It's been a long time since I've felt so at ease and with my friends. I didn't even stress about anything and nothing was on my mind except for that moment itself. I truly felt blessed and euphoric for no reason, the aura is just so strong and hard to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that moment, I saw something incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A Moon Rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U4p0OKFREcA/S6q-dV0LjCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DsF49iIhSgU/s1600/AV_MoonRainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U4p0OKFREcA/S6q-dV0LjCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DsF49iIhSgU/s320/AV_MoonRainbow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what it looked like. OH MY GOODNESS...&amp;nbsp; I didn't even know such a thing existed. &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap... I did sounded stupid when I said it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Me: "Hey Lydia, is that a rainbow in the sky"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;John: "Are you dreaming? Of course not! It's night time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Hwen Cheng: "*stares up at the sky* OH MY GOD THERE REALLY IS.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;John: "*Looks up* Wow... There really is"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Me: "Hell yea... I'm not drunk you know... Nor am I crazy..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Lydia: "*silent* Oh.. I thought you were kidding"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap... they all thought I was crazy at first to say that there was a rainbow in the sky at night.. but there really was!! We laughed and then we all just sat quietly and stared at the moon rainbow... I swear it was the coolest thing I've ever seen and it crazy thing was, the clouds were just forming a circle around the full moon, no loose clouds like the one in the picture. It was just so pretty and it felt so magical. It was just so damn perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the wind blew the clouds away and the full moon resumed it's full glorious glow, we continued talking and laughing. But like all good times, it passed so fast and we had to go home. It felt like a few short minutes,but really we spent around an hour at the place. Guess that's just how the world works. But it was really the best feeling ever! It was simple but yet so magical. A simple joy. Thanks Lydia, Calvin, Hwen Cheng, Matthew and John. You guys are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:)&amp;nbsp; Forever etched in my memory. Forever mine to cherish.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-2578640924801612096?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/2578640924801612096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=2578640924801612096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/2578640924801612096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/2578640924801612096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>VKi1012</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275444271853297315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U4p0OKFREcA/S6q-dV0LjCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DsF49iIhSgU/s72-c/AV_MoonRainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-1810394601803385459</id><published>2011-11-25T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T02:16:16.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Chinese Book Festival - The Mines Wonderland</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and immediately, I felt a rush of joy and excitement for the day ahead. &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; I had a mission today ------ &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;To find my first love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Mines Resort&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Chinese Book Festival&lt;/span&gt;. It's been a long time since I've been there and it was interesting. The whole journey, I've just been thinking about how pretty is the scenery outside the car window. I've realise that with my studies as an industrial designer, I seem to have more appreciation for the little things that I took for granted in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, upon arrival,&amp;nbsp;as usual, to find the thing I'm looking for, I followed the loud music and there it is&amp;nbsp;------&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; Diabolo!&lt;/span&gt; Wahaha, yes, I am there to watch diabolo.&amp;nbsp;However, I was rather disappointed because my coach was not there. I watched for a while and then&amp;nbsp;had to follow my dad to&amp;nbsp;go look&amp;nbsp;at some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to look at some CDs and guess what?? Without thinking (and also because I was a bit down) I went and bought &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2 Lee Hom CDs&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt; Yeap... 2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides&amp;nbsp;that, I&amp;nbsp;also bought a craft punch.&amp;nbsp;By that time,&amp;nbsp;I was already very happy and happily looking at books. It is a book festival after all!! But&amp;nbsp;it was rather expensive so I didn't buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the best part of the day!! Exploring!! I went and explore the Mines shopping centre with my dad and my goodness!! It changed! I am so impressed with how it looks now. It was so cool&amp;nbsp;and lively! Ahhh... I love going to&amp;nbsp;weird&amp;nbsp;places and discovering something&amp;nbsp;new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I went home, I got to&amp;nbsp;go&amp;nbsp;and look at the stage again, I was reminded of&amp;nbsp;why I love playing diabolo so much and&amp;nbsp;the time where I was with a team and&amp;nbsp;playing with my friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Every movement on that stage gives me the shivers and I hope that one day, I'll be able to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course,&amp;nbsp;just before I have to go, I&amp;nbsp;saw someone I know!! &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;En May,&amp;nbsp;Peggy and&amp;nbsp;my other coach&lt;/span&gt;. I stayed with them for a while and then left. Again on the&amp;nbsp;journey to&amp;nbsp;unknown roads.&amp;nbsp;And also once again, me and my dad got lost, but eventually, miraculously, got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The End of a&amp;nbsp;Happy&amp;nbsp;Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-1810394601803385459?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/1810394601803385459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=1810394601803385459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/1810394601803385459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/1810394601803385459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2011/11/2011-chinese-book-festival-mines.html' title='2011 Chinese Book Festival - The Mines Wonderland'/><author><name>VKi1012</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275444271853297315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-8075841822867027960</id><published>2011-11-20T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:47:15.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to relive</title><content type='html'>Blogging had been a good way of documenting my interest and events in my life. So I've decided to maybe resume??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... the reason why I haven't been active for the past year was because I wasn't that free to be doing this so much. But documenting, as I learned. is a very important tool for a designer to have. Also, arrgghhh.. Having that neck problem is a nuisance, I can't be on the computer for too long.. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; But I guess if I controlled my blogging, I can still do it right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that made me think to resume blogging again. Plus, I also have free time at hand now... So why not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's glorious topic for my resume to blogging. My most prized writing ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;A Symposium on Bhutanese Chams - by V-Ki Cheong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Chanting of prayers filled the silent Himalayan mountains, even before the dew is settled on the grass amongst the misty surrounding. Light winds caress the prayer flags that, with it blew the prayers of the people of Bhutan, with it flutters the message of hope and beliefs of the nation. On the other hand, prayer wheels were ringing in the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;dzongs&lt;/i&gt;, ringing the voices of holistic monks, the deafening sounds of their serenity, peace and purity. Dawn is nearing and as the first light hit the surface of the forgotten, mystical earth, to some, known as “The Last Shangri-La”, a certain magical touch embrace the land and that marks the start of a very special day for the people of Thimphu. At least, that is how I imagine it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Every year around early November, the Thimphu streets will be in full preparation for the long awaited event of the year, the Thimphu &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;tshechu&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Tshechus&lt;/i&gt; are Bhutanese festivals that are held annually. Each district has ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­their own &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;tshechu&lt;/i&gt; and they are all determined according to astronomical calendars. Although each district hosts individual &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;tshechu&lt;/i&gt;, all&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; tshechu&lt;/i&gt; are held to commemorate the deeds of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Padmasambhava&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Guru Rinpoche&lt;/i&gt;), a historical figure which had shaped the history of Bhutan. The story of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Padmasambhava&lt;/i&gt; has long embedded in Bhutanese culture. Bhutanese spoke of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Padmasambhava&lt;/i&gt;, whom which was almighty and God-like. He was known to be the second &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Buddha&lt;/i&gt; and was a great influence spreading Buddhism to Bhutan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;­In glorious sunlight, the streets of Thimphu will be lined with traders that sell hot &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;momos&lt;/i&gt; for breakfast, fabulous long hand woven textiles, and also handheld prayer wheels. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Thangka &lt;/i&gt;paintings will line the walls of the majestic &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Tashichho Dzong&lt;/i&gt; while restless monks will be preparing their costumes and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;atsaras&lt;/i&gt;, the festival jesters will be entertaining the crowd. Of course, people from all over Bhutan, including those from northern and western regions also join in the festivities. Dressed in their respective dresses, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;ghos&lt;/i&gt; for men; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;kiras&lt;/i&gt; for women; conical hats for the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Layap&lt;/i&gt; women and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Brokpas&lt;/i&gt; in their yak skin coats, they all come together to a city temporarily emerged in exhilarating vibes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;From the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;thangkas&lt;/i&gt; that hung the walls of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;dzongs&lt;/i&gt; to the&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; torma&lt;/i&gt; (carved offerings that is made out of butter or barley flour) that line the altars. Every little detail is well thought out by the monks who manage to put it all together. To the monastic community of the Thimphu district, putting together the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;tshechu&lt;/i&gt; is a form of collection of spiritual merits. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Tshechus&lt;/i&gt; are important to them because it is considered as one of the path of enlightenment in Buddhism beliefs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;When most people talk about &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;tshechus&lt;/i&gt;, it involves the famous dances, known as &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;chams &lt;/i&gt;to the locals. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Chams &lt;/i&gt;are dances which are performed by monks from the district’s monasteries. It plays a big part in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;tshechus&lt;/i&gt; and it is believed to be a form of meditative yoga practiced in Tantric Buddhism. It is a ritual that is taboo to females and it is believed to have Tibetan origin. The purpose of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;chams&lt;/i&gt; is not only allowing monks to gain enlightenment merit but also serves as Buddhist teachings for the locals. These dances are passed down from one master to another since it was founded by the founder of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;tshechus&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Pema Lingpa&lt;/i&gt;. According to legend, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Pema Lingpa&lt;/i&gt; was the reincarnation of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Padmasambhava&lt;/i&gt; and was able to share a deep spiritual connection with him. He had visions of the deeds that were done by &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Padmasambhava&lt;/i&gt; and deities. From there, he choreographed the ritual to imitate the movement of how it appeared in his vision. Every move is precise and holds meanings to the story. Using masks, props and different costumes, it further enhances the representation of the rituals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After the time of&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; Pema Lingpa&lt;/i&gt;, it was said that &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;chams&lt;/i&gt; are formed when yogis were enlightened with visions of dancing deities or devils punishing humans of their wrong doings. As the dance moves are formed specifically to tell the story, monks spend months learning and perfecting the dance just for the festivals. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Chams&lt;/i&gt; are often accompanied by Tibetan music which is played with musical instruments such as bells, cymbals, small horns, and drums. Perhaps the most well known &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;cham &lt;/i&gt;in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;tshechus&lt;/i&gt; is the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Shana cham, &lt;/i&gt;black hat dance.&amp;nbsp; It is usually danced on the second day of Thimphu &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;tshechu&lt;/i&gt; and only the highest ranking monks are allowed to perform the sacred dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Fully dressed in long robes and the famous black hats, the dancers take centre stage of the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Tashichho Dzong.&lt;/i&gt; They got into a circular formation in the amphitheatrical setting and at the sound of the first drum, they twirl, their colourful robes fanning out to reveal its full exuberance. These elaborated costumes worn by the monks are covered fully with brocade. Each costume differs from one another in terms of pattern and they often come in a mix of bright colours such as green, white, blue, red, orange and yellow. Hence, as the dancers whirl around in circles, the colourful fabrics seem to glide through the air creating umbrellas of rainbows. Perhaps the most celebrated feature of the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Shana cham&lt;/i&gt; is the black hat that stands tall on top of the dancer’s head as they twirled. The hats were outstandingly constructed using different material such as velvet, brocade, and peacock feathers. It has a skull at the top of the hat and the brocade hangs down from the back of the hat to the dancer’s legs. The hats have ornaments such as snakes, sun and moon attached to the body of the hat and some parts of the hat are even gilded with gold.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;As horns blew and drums hammered, building to a crescendo, the monks seems to be possessed by spirits and with every spin, they seem to be engulfed by the joy of telling the long forgotten Buddhist fable. In the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Shana cham&lt;/i&gt;, ­the monks play the role of yogis who possess the power to create and perish life. They protect the good and destroy evil. With graceful hand gesture, they start the dance with creating a &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;mandala&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Mandalas&lt;/i&gt; are commonly used in Hindu and Buddhist practices. It is a symbol that is believed to be spiritual teachings that aid meditation. After creating a representation of the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;mandala&lt;/i&gt;, dancers proceed to “killing” demons. The action performed meant to give the meaning of overtaking the world to protect it against evil. After performing that, they perform the thunderbolt step, which is an action of continuous pounding of the earth with their feet. That movement symbolises the yogis frightening the conquered demons in order to protect the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;After performing the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Shana cham&lt;/i&gt;, the monks retreat backstage and reappear with a set of Tibetan drums, known as the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;gna&lt;/i&gt; in hand. The drums are attached to handles while the drumsticks are long and oddly shaped to have a bend. These drums hold extreme significance in Tibetan culture as it is believed that by striking the drums, you are either summoning deities as protectors or talking directly to the demons. The dancers gather at centre stage again and begin the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Sha Nga cham&lt;/i&gt;. With explosive beats on the drums of Buddhism, the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Sha Nga cham&lt;/i&gt; is performed by the black hat dancers honouring the victory of the yogis over the demons. The whole dance involves the dancers twirling on the spot and continuously striking the drum. This will go about for several minutes and then after one last strike to the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;nga, &lt;/i&gt;that marks the end of the whole ritual dance of the&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; Shana&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Sha Nga chams&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;After the performances are done, the monks would return back to the monasteries to prepare for the next day of the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Thimphu tshechu &lt;/i&gt;while people resume their daily routine. Children would run off to look at &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;atsaras&lt;/i&gt; while their parents finish off their chatter. Some traders would try to get last minute sales before packing up while some of the elderly would visit &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;chortens&lt;/i&gt; and offer the Gods with prayers. Surely, with so much spirit of the festival still lingering in the air of Thimphu city, there would be a smile on everyone’s face as they bid farewell to the festivities of that day and look forward to another year of good prosperity. After all, the festival is all about remembrance of the blessing of togetherness in the family and community but most of all, faith for the vibrant people of Bhutan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes people, I do not just have to draw, design, make products, present, and whatever it is that I have to do... But I also have to do this... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; RESEARCH and STUDY. Yay!! How fun is my life... But it was worth it in the end though because this was such a great topic to be working on.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; :D &lt;/span&gt;Bhutan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go there one day... but for now,this is all I have for today!! I will post more stuff up!! &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; Weee!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&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/5762531263364318134-8075841822867027960?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/8075841822867027960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=8075841822867027960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/8075841822867027960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/8075841822867027960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-to-relive.html' title='Time to relive'/><author><name>VKi1012</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275444271853297315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-2147460001039640710</id><published>2011-01-03T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:54:52.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OK. This language blog has officially turned out to be a very bad idea. So, I've decided to abort the theme and instead (Because I still like the blog name) I am going to turn this blog into my interest blog. We all know how many interest I have. Maybe if you're lucky, I'll even post up a picture of the guy I'm interested in and blog about my experience stalking the person.&lt;br /&gt;OK. So to start off this new found flame of blogism, I'm gonna blog about &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Personally I love &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;dark chocolate&lt;/span&gt; compared to milk and white chocolate because the cocoa content in dark chocolate are more than that of the milk and white chocolate, which makes it less sweet. That's why most of the chocolate that I'll be blogging about is going to be dark chocolates. Besides that, I like a lot of flavoured chocolate like mint chocolate, coffee flavoured, fruit flavoured and alcoholic flavoured chocolate. Most people don't like mint stuff I notice. They told me everything with mint in it taste like toothpaste. LOL. Anyways, I also consume chocolates that contains nuts, raisins and that sort of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3241/2720693542_d94a2a6ab7.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3241/2720693542_d94a2a6ab7.jpg" width="150" height="200" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FERRERO RONDNOIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ferrero chocolates originated from Italy. Apart from the famous Ferrero Rocher and Ferrero Garden, this is one of Mr. Ferrero's greatest invention! I ate one that day and I was blown away! It was so awesome! The coating was really special, and like all all Ferrero Rocher series, it has a waffle sphere. After you pass the waffle sphere stage, you will reach the middle section. Beyond the waffle stage, I tasted estacy. OK, maybe I'm exaggerating, but it is that good. The dark chocolate inside was overwhelming!! &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;10 STARS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://www.eyeondeals.com/kitkat/kitkat-mint-4finger-240x160.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.eyeondeals.com/kitkat/kitkat-mint-4finger-240x160.jpg" width="200" height="133" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MINT KIT KAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a big fan of Kit Kat, but then what I found really special was the Kit Kat Mint series, especially those coated with the dark chocolate. I remember, there is one time, I was so obsessed with the thing, I scolded whoever who wanted to take a piece. Now that they have stopped production, I can never taste it again. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;But I'll remember how it taste always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/345629659_2ead85a658.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/345629659_2ead85a658.jpg" width="200" height="133" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M&amp;amp;M's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck can resist the awesomeness of M&amp;amp;M's?? These things are awesome chocolates at affordable prices. I've even seen limited edition M&amp;amp;M's which comes in so many flavour but so far, the original flavour with the pure milk chocolate is the best. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://www.newhorizonfitness.com/images/lindt-dark-excellence-chocolate.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.newhorizonfitness.com/images/lindt-dark-excellence-chocolate.jpg" width="107" height="200" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LINDT DARK CHOCOLATE -70 COCOA%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is a very rich and dry chocolate but it is one of the best I've tasted. I love how it is so rich in the cocoa that it is a bit bitter and melts so quickly into a fondue-like form.Besides that, apparently studies show that this type of dark chocolate actually is healthy. So thumbs up for healthy chocolates! Wee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://annmariekostyk.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Lindt-Chocolate-Petits-Desserts.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://annmariekostyk.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Lindt-Chocolate-Petits-Desserts.jpg" width="200" height="135" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LINDT PETITS DESSERTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very unique chocolate. It has all these cool flavour like the créme brulée and tiramisu in it. Some of it taste like heaven and some tasted like shit. So depends on what kind of flavours you like. I'm sure everyone will find their favourite flavour. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://sha3teely.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/cadbury.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://sha3teely.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/cadbury.jpg" width="200" height="176" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CADBURY CHOCOLATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Classic tastes with many variety. This is my kind of brand! I like Cadbury chocolate because no matter how broke am I, I can still afford it. Although, yea, it taste like normal chocolate, nothing special, but it is the best choice for someone craving for cheap chocolate.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who can ever forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://imgs.sfgate.com/c/pictures/2005/07/26/bu_earns_hershey_pac.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://imgs.sfgate.com/c/pictures/2005/07/26/bu_earns_hershey_pac.jpg" width="200" height="145" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HERSHEY'S CHOCOLATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Hershey's! I even did a presentation about Hershey during my high school English project. Lol. Founded by Milton Hershey from Pennsylvania, this chocolate has made history! There is even a town in USA named after Hershey's. A chocolate town!! Imagine that!! I like every chocolate from Hershey's. I mean what's there not to like? Every one tastes so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. The brief post about chocolates! Awesome right? Well, if it is not awesome, it is OK, it is only for my reference then. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But seriously, go try it out. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-2147460001039640710?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/2147460001039640710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=2147460001039640710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/2147460001039640710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/2147460001039640710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2011/01/ok.html' title='Revolution'/><author><name>VKi1012</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275444271853297315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3241/2720693542_d94a2a6ab7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-1157216959621045628</id><published>2010-12-19T04:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T04:28:54.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it when my week goes well.</title><content type='html'>Hello people, I am back to tell you more about my life again!!&lt;br /&gt;This week was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;But, let's start with where I left off on the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9th December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chang Pei Nee&lt;/span&gt; to Taylor's Lakeside! Weee!! I went there to read a book. I manage to finish the book in one day. See how miraculous speed the quietness has given me?? So yea... I went there with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pei Nee Chung&lt;/span&gt;... (LOL) and then later I followed them to fetch &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yun Hung&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shaun&lt;/span&gt; for their interview into Taylor's Lakeside Medicine. Who knew so many people wanted to be a doctor?? So later on, when the lovebirds parted, I went to OU to rock climb. Rock climbing is always fun, but &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;climbing alone really sucks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10th December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was one of those laid back yet fantastic day! I went for rock climbing for about 2 hours, then I met up with two of my favourite people, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jean and Justin&lt;/span&gt;! These 2 jokers never fail to amaze me... They were &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;as mindless idiots as always&lt;/span&gt;.... Like the first time I met them... I wonder what they will become when they grow older?? Probably Jean will be a pro-womaniser or a pro-pokemon card player (something along that line) then I think someone crazy will be willing to pay Justin to complain since he's so good at it. He might even be the next Annoying Orange. He might even beat annoying orange's record and beat Ryan Higa to become Youtube's #1 Comedian... Or, probably if he wanna "think calmly and rationally and not end up in deep shit"(That's what he always say), he'll probably end up as a consultant... Tell me which kid on earth will have the energy to tell me that my toes are painted the wrong colour?? Grrr..... Seriously Justin... You talk too much. I know you're reading this. lol... Anyway, we went to watch &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Due Date"&lt;/span&gt; instead of "Social Network"..God, I seriously wanted to tear the guy's face out... I had watch 3 of Robert Downey Jr.'s show and he sucked in all 3 of them, if I ever see his face on screen again, I am going to scream till I'm crazy, I absolutely hate that guy. Not the movies, but the guy. Let's see... I slept through &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Iron man 2&lt;/span&gt;, I gave up watching &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/span&gt; halfway and I was so freaking happy when I saw him get screwed on &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Due Date&lt;/span&gt; but was sad that he ended up in one piece in the end. I had a wonderful time. Thanks Justin and thanks Jean. By the way, I hate walking between you guys now.. I used to be taller than both of you... Damn it! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; I'm wearing my high heels next time!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12th December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Out of the blue, I told my dad: "Let's go Mon't Kiara." And then poof!! We were there!! Weee!! I love my dad sometimes when he's as random as me. So since I'm so bored at home, after we visited the &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Mont Kiara market&lt;/span&gt;, my dad took me to &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Sri Hartamas&lt;/span&gt; as well as &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Bangsar&lt;/span&gt;. Wee!!! I had a great time that day. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Doing random things with my dad rocks!!&lt;/span&gt; Have I ever mention how awesome are these random outings? I remember the time that my dad was surfing the net and saw a cheap air ticket to Koh Lanta... Then he bought the ticket and told my whole family to pack our bag one day before the flight? We didn't even know where and when we're going and the next day, we're in Thailand. LOL.... then there was the time, he suddenly say he wants to go to the city. So off we go!!! He brought me to &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Uniqlo in Bukit Bintang&lt;/span&gt; and HE BOUGHT ME CLOTHES!! That was AWESOME!! My dad never bought me clothes before..he always thought it was a waste of time and money. So guys, if you are reading this, a helpful tip...please buy your daughter clothes...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They will love you forever&lt;/span&gt;. Then then, there was also the time where he was searching the net and came across this place called Broga Hills. So out of no where, there we were right on top of that hill the next morning. Wee!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love the randomness!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13th December 2010&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, people! I've done it! I went to Curve today and cancelled my Yamaha lesson. It was too not worth it... and it is really not what I wanted. I wanted to learn piano by ear...not by notes. So bye bye Yamaha and now I am officially out of things to do. Wee!!!! So after that sweet lady registered my leaving notification, I went off to climb! Again... nobody talk to me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;14th December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am officially an adult!! I went to get my ATM card today!! Weee..... now all I need is money in my account. Next thing I need now is a credit card because I want to try shopping online. Maybe I'll get one when I go over to Australia. Everything is going to happen when I reach Australia man. Wee!! Somehow I can't wait, yet I don't feel like going at the same time. Is this even normal? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;15th December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A fun-filled and wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt; In the morning, I was at &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Li Jia's&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Annie &lt;/span&gt;asked me if I wanted to bake cookies with them. Although I was very bad at cooking, but who cares?? I was just there to be around them. It was such a long time since we've been together and we haven't done anything fun since we left high school anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the end result was... one kinda horrible and one kinda successful. Wee!! It balances one each other. NO? And guess what I had for lunch? Fish noodle !!! AWESOMENESS!!! I really like that fish noodle shop, the best in town. Vikram will sure love it &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;...LOL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553581932491155554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TRJJV-0pqGI/AAAAAAAAB3c/7s8IuX9Crrk/s320/cookie.jpg" /&gt;The kinda successful batch of &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chocolate Hazelnut Cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;. The failure one don't even deserve to be on my blog because I only choose high class cookies to murder... lolxx.. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*cold joke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553581934612730802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TRJJWGueU7I/AAAAAAAAB3k/fgTRgxyiNE0/s320/cookie1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yea...since Li Jia and Annie seems to be the more pro-bakers, me and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shao Min&lt;/span&gt; went and play with Li Jia's piano and violin. I look like a pro man!!!! Woohoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TRJJWVAJ6-I/AAAAAAAAB3s/TT2w7jL3jkI/s1600/Lijia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553581938444987362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TRJJWVAJ6-I/AAAAAAAAB3s/TT2w7jL3jkI/s320/Lijia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end product ~~ Weee!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yea... after such a tiring day, I was yet to be done for my day. I changed my clothes and proceed to find &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;'s house! Librarian Gathering! Wee!! I was greeted with warm hugs from my senior, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt; and Esther, who are cousins and the organisers of the gathering. I was surprise to see &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt; there but nevertheless, I was so happy!! I mean Calvin, my bro! Of all places!! Well, there was of course my juniors too, but they weren't very close with Esther. I think &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sean &lt;/span&gt;and I were closer to Grace and Esther in general because we shared the same duty day as them. God, how do I even remember these things? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, yea... the night started out with a splendid dinner. Awesome food and also &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Calvin's Confession Session&lt;/span&gt;. Lol... this is when he just slash out whatever he wants and gossip like a girl. He has yet to change a bit, ever since form 1 he's like that already. So ironically, through the gossips and bitching, that became the ice breaker. Lol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After dinner, Sean brought out his fresh-baked lemon cupcakes. OMG... I was telling him about how the guys in my class bakes too and how I thought it was super gay of them to want a baking session to make brownies for my lecturers. He and Calvin got all excited. I seriously thought they were gay until I ate one his cupcakes. At that point, I didn't care if her was gay... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE CUPCAKES WERE AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;...And I've ate Calvin's cooking before, it was awesome stuff too.. And that was it, although I hate to admit it, after my baking session with the girls and several more (in the past), guy's baking and sometimes cooking are officially better than girls. They have impressed me tremendously. First, Adam, then Ariff, and then S3 guy's then Sean... OMG... Well... at least I know that I don't have to cook in the future if I get a husband since guys are becoming such good cooks and bakers in general.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553581953316245874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TRJJXMZvUXI/AAAAAAAAB38/noV7YK6QyPc/s320/Esther001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The dominant sex --- first time this year ---GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then after our little gathering at the dining table, we moved on to playing games. It was really a good, clean fun night with crazy librarians. I remember people used to call the librarians barbarians because we each have so unbelievably crazy personalities and so misbehaved in many ways, yet we are portrayed as the "quiet ones". It was really a fun time being a librarian. I may regret joining lots of thing when I was in high school, but the librarian board wasn't one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TRJJW5rahVI/AAAAAAAAB30/6VQrOr0BqjU/s1600/Esther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553581948290106706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TRJJW5rahVI/AAAAAAAAB30/6VQrOr0BqjU/s320/Esther.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I really did miss Esther a lot. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thank you for throwing us such a wonderful gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;16th December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What a nightmare!&lt;/span&gt; And literally, I meant that. In my dream, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dreamt that I had failed SAM,&lt;/span&gt; when I woke up, I didn't even want to check my results. I was lying awake on my bed and just wanted to die there. I was pulling a long face when I finally got out of my bed at 12pm, skipped lunch and everything and just remembering that horrible dream. In the end, I just wanted to get over with it and checked the results, I got a ATAR of 75.25. Well, it wasn't a great score, I wanted an A for ESL, IT and Physics, but sadly, I got them as all B's. God knows what happened. But as long as that result can get me to university, does it even matter? So since my dream did not come true (the failed-SAM dream) I was happy enough, I ate my lunch and went to Taylor's to collect my results. Then I settled the placement thing all in one day, now it's just waiting for the confirmation letter from RMIT and I'm a guaranteed. Hopefully, hopefully, I get in. I've been waiting so long for this. My whole life for a chance to study arts. I really hope I get it. If not, I will be stucked with studying architecture, a super-duper mind-straining course. However, the fact that I get a "AR. " title does seems very attractive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;17th December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After hours and hours of pleading, my mother still forbids me from going to Genting to watch the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;International Diabolo Competition&lt;/span&gt;. She is such a strict mum. So guys, if you want your kids to be happy, please do not marry a workaholic that doesn't know how to have fun. Preferably, do not marry those who work in the IT department, they are control freaks. So what do I do at this point of desperation? ASK DAD! Pleading to dad only took about 20 minutes, how easy was that? Woohoooo!! So Genting, here I come and off I go for a good round of climbing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-1157216959621045628?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/1157216959621045628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=1157216959621045628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/1157216959621045628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/1157216959621045628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-it-when-my-week-goes-well.html' title='I love it when my week goes well.'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TRJJV-0pqGI/AAAAAAAAB3c/7s8IuX9Crrk/s72-c/cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-3293957171571389554</id><published>2010-12-11T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:21:29.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Youtube Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So as many of you know, I am on holiday now and what better way to burn daylight than to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I definitely love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;. It is a very good source of entertainment and I think it really provides a very very good way to learn things. Like that time, when I didn't know how to use a hair curler, I just typed: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"How to use a hair curler?"&lt;/span&gt; into the search box, then Mr. Youtube will do his job.. Or when that time, I was studying Physics and couldn't get anything into my head, I Youtubed "Electron Microscope" and it produced... nothing... WEEE!!! But yea.... Most of the time, it is the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;perfect time killer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, here are some of the awesome people I go to to view their splendid works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#5 Most Subscribed Musician - David Choi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's Korean and he sings a heaps of nice songs. My favourite will have to be &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"By My Side"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"That Girl"&lt;/span&gt;. And he writes his own songs, not covers!! Isn't that just awesome??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepopfix.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/img_6412-1024x682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://thepopfix.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/img_6412-1024x682.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; #10 Most Subscribed Musician - Kurt Schneider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's basically a really talented producer. His channel features the very famous &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sam Tsui&lt;/span&gt; (The Kinda Gay Guy That Sounds Super Awesome) and a few other awesome artists. What I like about his work is that it gives the covers so much new things to it. How it sounds, how it is filmed and how it is all put together to collaborate and become another entirely different sound... Now that is talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bestofmichaeljackson.jclondon.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/kurt-schneider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bestofmichaeljackson.jclondon.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/kurt-schneider.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jayesslee - JS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Korean twin sisters from Melbourne. Although I haven't heard much of their work because I'm new to them, I love their cover of &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Officially Missing You - Tamia&lt;/span&gt;. Their harmonising ability is mind blowing! Maybe because of their twin instincts, that's why their synchronising are great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLW2ES4X2fg/S9IknZncoJI/AAAAAAAAIGg/IKzNbdqUMW4/s1600/Jayesslee4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adrian Lee -0adrianlee0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guys is also from Melbourne and he plays the best piano by ear ever! Plus he like Coldplay and Jay Chou. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Awesome piano playing and I really hope that I can play as well as him one day. The fact that he doesn't need or know how to read notes and play out something as excellent is really unbelievable. I am truly amazed by his talents. My favourite would have to be his cover on &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amsterdam - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs347.snc4/41595_192745260774_8311_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs347.snc4/41595_192745260774_8311_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t1enacious - My Latest Craze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They are just awesome! The best thing about this group is that they all play by ear. They are from America and they really manage to make some of the songs sounds nicer than the originals. My favourite was their cover on &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hey Soul Sister - Train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs643.snc3/27529_111480032204993_6122_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs643.snc3/27529_111480032204993_6122_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you must be wondering, since V-Ki is always so funny and so cute (Chehwa!), where does she get her jokes and humour from...? My answer will be... haha, it's my natural instincts. But hey I do watch a lot of comedy on Youtube. I love it when Youtube stars brings something new to the world, giving people joy in laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#17 Most Subscribed Comedy - Pyrobooby - Peter Chao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is one the the funniest guy I've ever watched. He is from Hong Kong and living in Canada. I like how he is so honest with the issues at hand and I think his videos really reflects the Chinese society, how we are not that different just because we settled at different places, how Grandma Chao is the typical Chinese Grandma that doesn't like fat girls. lolxx... My favourite video will have to be &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Chinese Guy still hates Justin Bieber"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Chinese Guy Love His Grandma"&lt;/span&gt;. Those were seriously epic!! Chao outside MudaFackers! Lol... his vulgar words are enough to fill a sea.&lt;a href="http://musicismyhothotsex.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Peter_Chao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://musicismyhothotsex.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Peter_Chao.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#6 Most Subscribed (All Category and Director) - MysteryGuitarMan - Joe Penna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This guy is amazingly talented. He is super creative and comes out with all kinds of weird and fun ideas for his videos. He is from Brazil and he lives in America. His famous gigs are his stop motion videos which are so AWESOME.. My favourite was the &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Rubik's Cube Stop Motion"&lt;/span&gt; that must have taken him ages to do it. Besides that, I like the way he credits all his friends. Sometimes, when people help you, you tend to forget to thank them for their help, but he manage to do most of them which I think is a very good thing. Thumbs up for people like Joe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://juniorbiz.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/JoePenna.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#1 Most Subscribed (All Category and Comedy) - NigaHiga - Ryan Higa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This Japanese - Hawaiian mixed guy lives in California and is really funny. He is athletic and creative and always so full of weird ideas. I like his work because he always work with different people which makes his videos interesting and never the same. This is one guy that do not mind sharing his spotlight. Besides that I like his concept of setting up columns. So there's always different elements to it. Like his "Dear Ryan" column, "Word of the Day" column, "Skitzo" column and "BEST Crew" column. He even has a Youtube movie now "Agents of Secret Stuff (ASS)". I really think his works are really well presented and most importantly, he's HOT!! lolxx... My favourite episode of NigaHiga will have to be &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Word of the day - Bromance"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;,"I broke my Nexus One"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Dear Ryan: Superhero","Hooked on Fonik"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Makeup Guru"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TEEHEE&lt;/span&gt;...AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teamaltman.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/ryan-higa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://teamaltman.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/ryan-higa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So that concludes what I usually watch on Youtube. I watch tons of nonsense like Russell Peters, Jeff Duncan, "How-to" tutorials and some random things recommended by my friends, but I think that is what life is all about... Being full of nonsense at times.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-3293957171571389554?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/3293957171571389554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=3293957171571389554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/3293957171571389554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/3293957171571389554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-youtube-craze.html' title='My Youtube Craze'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLW2ES4X2fg/S9IknZncoJI/AAAAAAAAIGg/IKzNbdqUMW4/s72-c/Jayesslee4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-2098491847804622664</id><published>2010-12-08T18:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:18:06.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Activities! Wee!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Negara&lt;/span&gt; trip, I was quite excited to move on and to experience new things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; December 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went with the guys to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Canyon Paintball&lt;/span&gt; near the Curve. Finally!! A place near my area!! So yea, I met them there at around 11 something, I was there to watch them play only. I was a helpless civilian there to watch the war of the &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;crazy-adrenaline-powered-egoistic-species&lt;/span&gt;. Because seriously, these people don't take aim at all, they just shoot whenever they sense motion, so I was lucky to be not shot in the head or something. It was quite a fun experience though... I saw Jun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yi's&lt;/span&gt; injury, I saw how they play the game, all the strategy and all and I tried to shoot a few shots in the shooting rink. I really enjoy it except the part where I was eaten alive by mosquitoes and that annoying marshal... He kept teasing me about coming to watch my boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? Did you get shot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"No, I'm fine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Alright, don't worry, your boyfriend is not hurt too. *winks*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*About to tear his head apart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-____- (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt;......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I ever have one, I wouldn't even be there. I would sit at home and wait for my boyfriend to cook something for me, force him to take language classes with me or probably ask him to drive me around town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So really.. I was inspired to join them the next time. Kicking guys butt has always been an interest of mine after all. And maybe, just maybe, If I get the chance, I'll aim at that particular marshal "accidentally". &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.. I know I'm evil. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shhhh&lt;/span&gt;....)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j47SNx90USQ/TOoR8V6feWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/me-aWKyimBU/s400/Canyon%2BPaintball%2BLogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the paintball experience, we went to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Utama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have lunch. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kheng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yu's&lt;/span&gt;, Victor's and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai's&lt;/span&gt; first time in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; so me and Jun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; took them around. We went to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nando's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for lunch at around 4 something. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; and then I brought them to &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;CAMP 5&lt;/span&gt; for a visit, since they are so eager and hungry for excitement and adventure. It has been so long since I went back there.. It changed a lot, they seemed impressed and so did I, I was determined to climb again after seeing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;SO CAMP 5, I'M COMING BACK!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then after the brief visit to &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Camp 5&lt;/span&gt;, I dragged the guys to go shop with me. I went to &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;21 Forever, Island shop and Cotton On&lt;/span&gt;, the usual la... but the one that I like was too expensive and the cheaper ones are not very well made. So I had to move on. I'm not freaking paying RM75 for a top! I'm crazy, but not that crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So then, we bid farewell to a day well spent. I can see that the guys were very impressed by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt;. They certainly love the parking rate. God knows why... so then they sent me back and went about their own activities. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/S: If you're interested in knowing more about camp 5 rock climbing gym, here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.camp5.com/"&gt;http://www.camp5.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd December 2010&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went shopping with my mum in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; and guess what? I bought the season pass for Camp 5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Told you I'll go back. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muahaha&lt;/span&gt;, the reason being??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you the history of my climbing experience then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The reason why I left:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I used to go with my brother and his friend, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt;. Back then, I was underage so I had to be brought in by my brother. Since, back then, he didn't have a girlfriend, I was his top priority, so we climbed almost everyday and now... my brother just got married.. so imagine. Secondly, my mum wanted me to focus on my studies , so I chose to drop out of this in order to keep track of my school activities and studies. Last but not least, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kar&lt;/span&gt; Tong and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; started to freak out by the sight of my muscles, so I decided to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now, the reason why I wanna go back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm fat, and I need exercise. How simple was that? And I found this great rock climbing gym just right across of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RMIT&lt;/span&gt;. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt;, you know what I'll be doing in Australia now. And of course, I'm super stress free now, so time to pick up a hobby. and last but not least, I'm 18 now!! Wee... I can now drive myself to and fro from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; and climb on my own. Isn't that awesome? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So thumbs up for me returning to be muscle woman you guys!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a weekend and a time to go shopping... AGAIN. This time, I went to Curve. Initially, it was only for lunch in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoa&lt;/span&gt;.. the only decent Vietnamese restaurant I can find in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Petaling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaya&lt;/span&gt;. Then I don't know how, we ended up at the doors of &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;YAMAHA music school&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmoEeqomXD4/SapaRu7-1oI/AAAAAAAABcs/UnF0OU-c5T4/s400/yamaha.jpg" /&gt;So always having an interest in music, my mum finally decides to let me learn piano. I was very happy of course. I always played the piano by ear, but never ever received any proper training by an institute. I was happy to learned that they offer playing piano by ear! Even better! No note reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so inspired to play without sheets because of several of my YouTube fantasies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Click below to see them: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJhe-alB8RE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJhe-alB8RE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZTh0oicNcw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZTh0oicNcw&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I signed up for it immediately. To my shock, it was so expensive. From that moment on, I started thinking that maybe learning piano is not the very best choice after all, I felt so guilty that day. But then, my mum says it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yea, hopefully I can learn something in these 2 months and that it will be worth it. And maybe if I can, I can start playing my written music on the spot without using my memory to remember the tune. Because the way I write my songs is very special, I create the tune and the lyrics at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to remember the tune and write the line of lyrics immediately. So sometimes I imagine the tune in my head with accompanied piano but I can't play them, then by the time I'm done with the song, I sometimes forget the tune in between, and I have to come up with another tune which is not as good as the first tune to accompany the written lyrics. It is a rather complicated process but usually, if I'm fast with my words, I take only about 30 to 40 minutes to write a song. So it would help a lot if I can make up the tune on the spot if I know which key to press to create the sound that I imagine in my head. I do that with guitar but I only can make up music with limited chords. What I wish to accomplish is like what my friends, James and Joel can do. They play chords actually... greatly improvised chords. They are the most amazing impromptu guys ever! They're amazing, especially James, he never received any piano training at all and he is like Lady Gaga!! Amazingly talented at figuring music out. He knows exactly what keys to press to produce the particular sound he wants. Like I say, my friends are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I drove alone today!! Actually this is the second time I drove alone, the first time I drove alone, I went to fetch Pei Nee to go enquire about &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sole to soul dance studio&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://soletosouldance.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://soletosouldance.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) , a dance studio that we initially wanted to join to lose fats. But since I payed for my rock climbing season pass already, I would have to pass on the idea of joining the dance classes. Too much for me to handle. Anyways, I hit the curb that time. But this time, I was damn smooth, but I'm still sweating allot. I'm still so damn scared on the road. This was what I said to my mum:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Mummy, I don't even know why I go rock climbing... by the time I get there, I've already sweat a bucket."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lolxx&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I drove to Camp 5 with full enthusiasm in swing only to find that it opens at 2pm. Well, there goes my RM1. Then in the afternoon, I drove again, to my first piano lesson!! But I was very disappointed to find that they were not what I wanted to learn. They taught me how to read notes. Which I totally suck at. I knew because even from young, I had troubles reading the notes in music classes (compulsory subject in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Puay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt; primary school) and also back when I used to go to Yamaha. I think I was about 3 or 4 that time?? So yea... reading notes. I felt so guilty that I've just wasted my mum's RM200. RM200 for one and a half hour's worth of class... so it is approximately RM 1.10 for one minute of the piano class. WOW. Thumbs down for over earned piano teachers. SUCKED. And the worse part?? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LCLY&lt;/span&gt; teacher!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, the world is such a fair place isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't have a good day at all. After the class, I wasted RM1 again for parking fees and I wanted to drive to camp 5 to initiate my climbing exercise, but sadly, it was so jammed, I decided to go home instead. What a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuc&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; shitty day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was a great day well spent. I went rock climbing! I didn't actually plan to go rock climbing on this day because of the public holiday, I knew it would be packed with crazy people hogging the wall but because of the unsuccessful plan mentioned earlier in the post, I was forced to go climb with the crowd. It was a good climb though because initially I thought I would definitely forget everything. I expect to knock out within 20 minutes, but I stayed for a solid 2 hours workout. I manage to boulder. Which I enjoy very much but I didn't get to finish the auto-belay route. That was too much for me. But I was still very surprised to have reached the 3rd rock from the top, which is pretty good achievement. It was maybe an intermediate route? Sadly, I climbed alone because my brother isn't here with me to belay me. :( I didn't get to climb the easy walls. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt; But I really did enjoy climbing again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After climbing, I sinned. I went to the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; floor and I just couldn't help it! I bought a peppermint mocha from Starbucks coffee. It was new, reasonably price and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GOOOOD&lt;/span&gt;. I can't resist the temptation. So below was my conversation with my mum when I reached home with the Starbucks cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;START OF &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CONVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I thought you went rock climbing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I did, 2 hours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"*laughs* So what is the point of climbing to burn off 2 hours of fats when in the end you're putting back in 3 hours worth of fats?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;END OF &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CONVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;color:#ff0000;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha... very funny.. NOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yea... I think I did well, I couldn't feel my limbs for awhile after I climbed.. Which is good I suppose? Isn't it?? Except the next time I go, I shall not let &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr. Evil Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; get to me. I promise. But I won't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; Auntie Anne's.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;..so I had an awesome day, I feel accomplished, especially when I finish the second book I started this week. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!! Hopefully I'm this productive for the many days to come. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I HAVE TILL FEBRUARY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;AFTER ALL&lt;/span&gt;.... 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Wee!!!'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j47SNx90USQ/TOoR8V6feWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/me-aWKyimBU/s72-c/Canyon%2BPaintball%2BLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-1569251592050240629</id><published>2010-12-03T21:34:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:20:17.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taman Negara?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello everyone!! Blog time. So today's post is about Taman Negara. Me and my classmates figured that we were probably the only ones in Taylor's who do not have a class trip yet.. So we decided on Taman Negara. I've never been to Taman Negara so it's a first time for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People attended: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2) Misha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;3) Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4) Wai Wai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5) Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6) Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7) Keatleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... Just feel like using their girl names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall let the pictures do the talking for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Day 1 - 29 November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Departure from my house to Subang Jaya KTM station. First thing I saw.... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;VAMPIRE!!&lt;/span&gt; OMG... Wai Wai looked like he haven't slept in months. lolxx... He looked damn funny and I was really trying hard not to laugh out loud. Soon after Michelle and Kelly joined us, we moved on to take the crowded KTM... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SOO DAMN ALOT OF PEOPLE!! &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was nearly squashed to pieces.&lt;/span&gt; I was blaming Michelle all the way because he made us take the KTM. So then after arriving at KL central train station, we met up with Victoria and then proceed to take the monorail. We arrived at the Titiwangsa Station and met Misha there. We boarded the bus and off we go to Jerantut. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~~WEE~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkdOe4ltDI/AAAAAAAAB3I/9diTVJ042uc/s1600/DSC09627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546496550729266226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkdOe4ltDI/AAAAAAAAB3I/9diTVJ042uc/s320/DSC09627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Get yourself high. How right. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After arriving at Jerantut, we met up with Keatleen and then proceed to take the sampan to go to Taman Negara!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkdOAcRt7I/AAAAAAAAB3A/zIPbV8BUInU/s1600/DSC09631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546496542557452210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkdOAcRt7I/AAAAAAAAB3A/zIPbV8BUInU/s320/DSC09631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two noobs seated in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkdNldAtGI/AAAAAAAAB24/mLrDFC-v1L8/s1600/DSC09637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546496535312774242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkdNldAtGI/AAAAAAAAB24/mLrDFC-v1L8/s320/DSC09637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had rain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkZ8lgOP6I/AAAAAAAAB2w/rS4K2owpDfw/s1600/DSC09640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546492944733585314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkZ8lgOP6I/AAAAAAAAB2w/rS4K2owpDfw/s320/DSC09640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had sunshine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After arriving, we just kinda slacked and then stoned, ate dinner, stoned more and then went for a quick track into the jungle.. Which scared the hell out of me... I am scared of ghost. Deadly afraid.... But we did see some animals and stuff... Quite cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ends the day for day 1... I was too scared to sleep alone, so I ended up sleeping in Wai Wai's, Misha's and Michelle's room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 - 30th November 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunshine and fresh air!! Weeee!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkZ8DRVh0I/AAAAAAAAB2o/7hlahxOZw78/s1600/DSC09644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546492935544342338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkZ8DRVh0I/AAAAAAAAB2o/7hlahxOZw78/s320/DSC09644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;??? No comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkZ7ldkmfI/AAAAAAAAB2g/DV4EEFW2YoA/s1600/DSC09646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546492927542598130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkZ7ldkmfI/AAAAAAAAB2g/DV4EEFW2YoA/s320/DSC09646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breakfast for us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After breakfast, we headed to track into Taman Negara again. This time, for a canopy walk. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkZ7D0AEGI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/R8vUutC50vE/s1600/DSC09650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546492918509867106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkZ7D0AEGI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/R8vUutC50vE/s320/DSC09650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breakfast for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkZ6bSLL6I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/L8Pn59KflTY/s1600/DSC09653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546492907630571426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkZ6bSLL6I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/L8Pn59KflTY/s320/DSC09653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SPAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkXuVqVN3I/AAAAAAAAB2I/MTb5Zxz9KLE/s1600/DSC09655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546490500939593586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkXuVqVN3I/AAAAAAAAB2I/MTb5Zxz9KLE/s320/DSC09655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkXt_V5BoI/AAAAAAAAB2A/g8eu0j9iTmk/s1600/DSC09657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546490494948279938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkXt_V5BoI/AAAAAAAAB2A/g8eu0j9iTmk/s320/DSC09657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkXtbsucBI/AAAAAAAAB14/ScgJZnjVF-4/s1600/DSC09658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546490485380378642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkXtbsucBI/AAAAAAAAB14/ScgJZnjVF-4/s320/DSC09658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natural anesthetic cream (According to the guide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkXs3nQR3I/AAAAAAAAB1w/G8NQtU9vY84/s1600/DSC09659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546490475693754226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkXs3nQR3I/AAAAAAAAB1w/G8NQtU9vY84/s320/DSC09659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our guide ----- Mr. ( :D) I don't remember his name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546490469818574498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkXshugJqI/AAAAAAAAB1o/slJQpVJXqHQ/s320/DSC09660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkQe1oCLtI/AAAAAAAAB1g/WIg9LInH33Y/s1600/DSC09662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546482538060590802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkQe1oCLtI/AAAAAAAAB1g/WIg9LInH33Y/s320/DSC09662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natural sandpaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkQelgHOEI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/RHrJ_0KKL7Q/s1600/DSC09663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546482533732399170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkQelgHOEI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/RHrJ_0KKL7Q/s320/DSC09663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Into the jungle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkQeKNx8dI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/-1U_bHkvWQg/s1600/DSC09665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546482526407750098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkQeKNx8dI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/-1U_bHkvWQg/s320/DSC09665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STILL SPAMMING....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had fun looking at the noobs climb mountain. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we arrived at the Canopy walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkQdvhUvJI/AAAAAAAAB1I/VwZ6_pRIjKM/s1600/DSC09667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546482519241964690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkQdvhUvJI/AAAAAAAAB1I/VwZ6_pRIjKM/s320/DSC09667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHAKY SHAKY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkQdI9mbuI/AAAAAAAAB1A/XZtUigaeG_Q/s1600/DSC09668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546482508891582178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkQdI9mbuI/AAAAAAAAB1A/XZtUigaeG_Q/s320/DSC09668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keatleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkF1lWKUoI/AAAAAAAAB04/8-NrZ7Ah3w4/s1600/DSC09669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546470834199745154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkF1lWKUoI/AAAAAAAAB04/8-NrZ7Ah3w4/s320/DSC09669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkF1FDwWPI/AAAAAAAAB0w/X7zk6vyM56M/s1600/DSC09670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546470825532610802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkF1FDwWPI/AAAAAAAAB0w/X7zk6vyM56M/s320/DSC09670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkF0mfkz_I/AAAAAAAAB0o/EhbXvKTwdOM/s1600/DSC09671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546470817327796210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkF0mfkz_I/AAAAAAAAB0o/EhbXvKTwdOM/s320/DSC09671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Misha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkF0Kd6NJI/AAAAAAAAB0g/veZ_dwYeNHA/s1600/DSC09672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546470809804616850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkF0Kd6NJI/AAAAAAAAB0g/veZ_dwYeNHA/s320/DSC09672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkAwGlh26I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/s8zexmrLUbg/s1600/DSC09675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546465242485218210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkAwGlh26I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/s8zexmrLUbg/s320/DSC09675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkAvmJLLMI/AAAAAAAAB0I/k4VOCzfLz3c/s1600/DSC09677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546465233776356546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkAvmJLLMI/AAAAAAAAB0I/k4VOCzfLz3c/s320/DSC09677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muddy Hairy Legs....Only noobs climb mountain and end up like that. (Wai Wai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my picture was just too retarded to be posted.. so I'm just not going to upload it... it's the un-pro photogrpher's fault.. not mine. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkAvKZHN-I/AAAAAAAAB0A/27NOcAjf3VI/s1600/DSC09678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546465226327013346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkAvKZHN-I/AAAAAAAAB0A/27NOcAjf3VI/s320/DSC09678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WELCOME TO TAMAN NEGARA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj-9q1CG7I/AAAAAAAABz4/AKIBw9QsCYQ/s1600/DSC09681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546463276528966578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj-9q1CG7I/AAAAAAAABz4/AKIBw9QsCYQ/s320/DSC09681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Butterfly!! Pro skilled photographer (V-Ki) weee!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj-9F6Lk1I/AAAAAAAABzw/47ZA4BePGng/s1600/DSC09684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546463266618446674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj-9F6Lk1I/AAAAAAAABzw/47ZA4BePGng/s320/DSC09684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After we had our lunch, we proceed to do something called the rapids. I got soaked... but it was so fun!! Sorry though for the limited pictures, I couldn't take my camera with me for fear of getting it completely wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj-8ciPYbI/AAAAAAAABzo/BpHSuJSnS04/s1600/DSC09692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546463255512179122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj-8ciPYbI/AAAAAAAABzo/BpHSuJSnS04/s320/DSC09692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Children in waters.. so innocent and free. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546463251565852562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj-8N1XN5I/AAAAAAAABzg/YI2y4qBvf2I/s320/DSC09694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are not wet... YET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So shortly after we took that picture, you can pretty much guessed that we were all soaked and without a camera. The guide took us to a nice stream where we could relax for a bit. It was nice and cool. In the jungle in the middle of nowhere with 6 guys is a very memorable experience. With water splashing and Michelle screaming :"Don't want, don't want!!" lolxx... I will remember that forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After we got back from the rapids, we chilled out a bit and played cards. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Qing Qing (Bear) made a few friends. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546463234572753042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj-7Oh5GJI/AAAAAAAABzY/0ljTptj0xKM/s320/DSC09699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj9LWS87II/AAAAAAAABzQ/V21Qs2kM7Rw/s1600/DSC09704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546461312512224386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj9LWS87II/AAAAAAAABzQ/V21Qs2kM7Rw/s320/DSC09704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Qing Qing and the noob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj9LIVmXJI/AAAAAAAABzI/8PthKAhQigk/s1600/DSC09706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546461308765232274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj9LIVmXJI/AAAAAAAABzI/8PthKAhQigk/s320/DSC09706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahaha... so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546461300861687282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj9Kq5P1fI/AAAAAAAABzA/WZyMDdYtZbU/s320/DSC09708.JPG" /&gt; Qing Qing!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj7QBeafQI/AAAAAAAABy4/4F59xNvNa2w/s1600/DSC09709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546459193799245058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj7QBeafQI/AAAAAAAABy4/4F59xNvNa2w/s320/DSC09709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Qing Qing suppose to kiss Wai Wai... but then... his hand like that... cannot lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj7PITNU2I/AAAAAAAAByw/oVY6_UGQ4Yc/s1600/DSC09711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546459178451424098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj7PITNU2I/AAAAAAAAByw/oVY6_UGQ4Yc/s320/DSC09711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't decide which one to post... so I posted both... because they are equally retarded. Noobie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj7OiRAILI/AAAAAAAAByo/6CfngAJs6dQ/s1600/DSC09712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546459168241623218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj7OiRAILI/AAAAAAAAByo/6CfngAJs6dQ/s320/DSC09712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha... dun worry... they became good friends after all... so cute... (Qing Qing... not the noob)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went for a karaoke session.. which is.... INTERESTING?? I'm stilling thinking whether to post up the video of Michelle's screaming.... Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, we called it a night and returned to playing cards (Me, Wai Wai and Michelle) and we talked for a long time. Lol... I never knew guys had gossip sessions during class trips like girls do... lolxx.. Is it because they are girly or is this their nature too?? Hmm..... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*wonders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3 - 1st December 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After waking up, we went to have breakfast. After breakfast, we proceeded to the following activity. We were suppose to go see fishes so we took a wonderful boat ride up the river to this place in the middle of no where. I actually enjoy the feeling of not knowing where we were going... It gives the trips a sense of suspense, mystery and adventure. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The guide took us for a track to see a wonderful view of a tiny waterfall. I have to admit, it was a bit of a let down when you compare it to all the waterfalls I had seen, but then, it was a great work out. I was finally gonna lose some FAT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546450100678813042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPjy-u9j5XI/AAAAAAAAByY/_K4IxWwpk24/s320/DSC09718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546459157204270898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPj7N5JffzI/AAAAAAAAByg/4t4AU_MbJBc/s320/DSC09726.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPjy-Po-qUI/AAAAAAAAByQ/UQQmQa_RyZU/s1600/DSC09723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546450092270987586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPjy-Po-qUI/AAAAAAAAByQ/UQQmQa_RyZU/s320/DSC09723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only group photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the track and several leech bites, we decided to go see fishes... but then the staff working there was not around, so we were forced to leave due to a tight schedule to return to Kuala Lumpur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We headed back to the resort and after packing and everything, we left the resort using the resort's van in the afternoon. After arriving at the bus station, I sat with Wai Wai on a 3 hour's bus trip back to Kuala Lumpur. After arriving at the bus station, we took the monorail back to KL central and I parted with them to take the LRT back to Kelana Jaya station, since I'm the only one from Petaling Jaya. I quite enjoy the train trip actually. :) LRT rocks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Overall the trip was a blast. Thanks Keatleen for organising it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5762531263364318134-1569251592050240629?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/1569251592050240629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=1569251592050240629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/1569251592050240629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/1569251592050240629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/12/taman-negara.html' title='Taman Negara?'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TPkdOe4ltDI/AAAAAAAAB3I/9diTVJ042uc/s72-c/DSC09627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-846892023463692478</id><published>2010-11-22T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:29:58.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after SAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my first post after my life in SAM. And all I have to say is I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that this is all going to end for good. My college life -- END!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was deadly afraid of college. I was so freaked out in IT class because my classmates were all talking alien languages. I had absolutely no idea what a freaking server was nor a hub, a processor chip or what "http" stands for. (Hypertext Transfer Protocol) Now, when I talk to my friends, I sound like an alien. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid that I wouldn't have friends and that I would never fit in to the cruel world of college's fashion critiques but hey it turned out that I didn't have to compare myself with anyone. That is because I ended up in a whole class full of guys which reacts very honestly to my choice of clothing. If they think I look OK, they simply just keep quiet; If they think I look like shit, they'll just call me auntie... Which is really kinda annoying. Especially Kheng Yu's very memorable comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;" You don't look like my grandma today... You look like my mother."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well... these few days has really been something though, at first I was really in doubt of whether I should leave Malaysia in order to pursue my dream or be stuck here with architecture but having my friends and family. Only recently I've decided to leave Malaysia despite the fact that I'm going to miss my friends, family and my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for my doubt, it started on the last day of Taylor's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day at Taylor's was an incredible day. It was one of the best days of my life. It was a very emotionally demanding day where we had a great time with the lecturer. Mr. Woon made us sad, Mr. Chan made us laughed, Miss Rachel ching-chonged us, Mr. James said I wouldn't shut up and Miss Sukhminder watched the Hand's Commercial. :D&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, I worked hard for my exams in the library for the whole week of study week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was here --- &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EXAM WEEK&lt;/span&gt; --- 1st November till 12th November&lt;br /&gt;All I had to say for my exam week is --- I'M SCREWED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhows, that is over so no point moaning over it. What was important was the last day of exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the IT exam, I sprained my foot magically. Seriously I had no idea how it happened but it just sprained. So then at the last day of exam (Spec Maths -- the hardest paper) I didn't join the guys for DOTA because FTZ was quite far but however, I did join my classmates in MED for out after-exam lunch. It was a pleasant lunch and then we decided to go to karaoke. That was even more fun! But me and Fariz decided not to sing after a few rounds because our voice is turning hoarse and we needed a healthy voice for ----- CORROBOREE (which is SAM's name for prom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After karaoke, we proceeded to Andrew's house in Klang. It was a fun evening and I almost won Monopoly although I haven't played it in years. I was always good at it. I don't remember losing. Wee!! Well, that just proves that either I'm a very good money handler/ investor or I'm kiam siap. I almost won because they didn't want a girl kicking their butts at games as Jer's girlfriend is already doing so... Therefore I wasn't crowned champion :(&lt;br /&gt;But it was overall a great day. I had tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;13th November~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Fariz's house to practice for Corroboree. His guitar playing was so damn awesome. It really got me interested in music again especially when his parents gave us so much advice on our song. I'm was going to singing "Bunny Song" and Fariz and I were going to do a duet of "Smile". It was a very good afternoon spent. :) We screwed up our audition but hopefully all runs well for our final performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;15th November~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the worst time in the afternoon but everything unraveled itself into a wonderful evening.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fariz had to be at the hotel for audio testing/ rehearsal in the afternoon. My plan for the day was to go the place, be done with the thing, go home, get changed and get back in time. I honesty thought that the whole would end before 4 since they said they would start at 2 sharp. Well they were not very on time and I was very upset because I didn't have time to go back and get ready for the big night. (I'll never trust Malaysians again when they say they'll be on time)Instead I had to phone my mum and dad to help me get all my stuff to the hotel. I was very very upset that afternoon, I didn't get to shower and I had to trouble my dad. So stinky with sweat and fear, I had to go to prom without my hair curled. So there goes my effort for thinking what to do with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was very worried for our performance the whole night, so it was a kinda enjoyable mood, an in- suspension and in- excitement mood. I liked the first group of guys who performed, Ryan and Chern Hao, they were very friendly during the sound check session. Then I thought Denise was awesome despite her fault on her speech. The video they played in the beginning was also very awesome! Nobody but you --- Mr. Chan! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was our turn after they announce the nominees for prom king and queen. I was suppose to sing my solo first and I was so freaking scared I couldn't feel my fingers. Besides that, I was shivering up and down because the backstage was freezing cold. Then I thought my voice would crack when I talked but it didn't so I started to relax a little. Then when I was making my speech and looking down at everybody, I couldn't see a damn thing and most of the thing I saw was flashing camera lights... Hah!! Nobody was paying attention, so I was like yay! I sang the song and passed it on to Fariz. The duet was awesome! I didn't miss a word! Weee!!! So then the rest of the night was so magically I could not describe it in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I saw him, alone and I froze, it never occurred to me that I would see him there. But he left with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then another adventure began, I was suppose to leave with Huey Teck, but then I met Pei Nee and decided to follow her since she decided not to go back with her prom date.Pei Nee stays closer to me anyways. So I followed the G10 class to have a drink in a nearby Mamak store. Then when we (Kong Yao, ST, Pei Nee, Deivina and me) decided to make a move, Kong Yao realised that he didn't have his key with him and it was with Sioe Fei. So it was quite a complicated procedure to reach home but we managed to get home safely so that was all that matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course after the prom night me and the guys still went out for lunch and movies. That's why I have developed this need to stay instead of flying off to Melbourne. I don't want to leave now because I've found true friends that cared about me. But then, after so many moons of mulling over the facts, I decided to go Melbourne in hope that we will once again meet in the future. S3 memories will forever inked in my memory except when I develop Alzheimer or die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-846892023463692478?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/846892023463692478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=846892023463692478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/846892023463692478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/846892023463692478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-after-sam.html' title='Life after SAM'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-208529840469961890</id><published>2010-10-15T23:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:42:43.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last post before exams</title><content type='html'>Well this week has been a crazy week. First of all, my streak of happy days ended on &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;... God knows why.. Maybe it was the fact that I was fed by the guys with Baskin Robbin's ice cream which will probably increase my fat level by 99.99%           &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; was my birthday I was very touched by many pleasant wishes... but one of the message that I received on that day was aimed to crushed me to pieces. People these days need to learn how not to crush and disrupt my birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; was finally a normal day except that my hopes were fading fast for this guy I've been going crazy over the course of nearly half a year... Maybe it is a good thing to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; was however a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;crazy day&lt;/span&gt;. I had a&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; peak emotional period&lt;/span&gt; from 4pm onwards to 12am at night. The reason being, I was suppose to attend the awards ceremony for the SAM programme. You know?? Like those that we had in high school. Those total time waster that took up the whole day of school? Except this event was an after-college hours event. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt; I attended because Miss Sukhminder had informed me that it will end at 5pm. Being the dumb girl I was, I had assumed that college people were more organised. But....I forgotten one very important detail: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We're Malaysian.&lt;/span&gt; And Malaysians are never on time. So then the thing ended well after 5pm. &lt;/p&gt;I wouldn't mind so much if it weren't the most important night of the year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADAM LAMBERT'S CONCERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So because I was late, my transport (Huey Jing) left without me. I had to go to Bukit Jalil by myself. Caught in the jam and eating my dinner, I was actually pretty calm. (Because of my theory stated above in bracket) and my prediction was right...I arrived at Putra Stadium around 7.50pm and after I met up with Huey Jing, we went in at about 8 something. The opening act was Daniel Lee from Malaysian Idol and I was quite shock when I saw my seat.. I could only see half the stage. Which means, I can only look at the screen to see clearly and what's worst?? I didn't bring my glasses.. So the screen was practically blur to me too... What a lucky day... Next thing I knew, I got the seat next to the cacat speaker. So basically my hearing in the left ear left my ear already...hahaha..(*lame joke*) So then yea.. Hottie Lambert only appeared around 9.00pm. His voice OMG!! The most awesome voice ever!! But his concert only lasted for around an hour. He's really really really good looking... which brings me to wonder WHY?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WHY DO HANDSOME PEOPLE HAVE TO BE GAY???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Awesome!" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iERxlHyV5AA/TIeE-EczWmI/AAAAAAAADao/YsWhdFeQSQ4/s1600/AdamLambert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly I can say that his singing is much better than MLTR's but then MLTR's music is so much more awesome (Especially Mikkel's guitar playing *duh...he had over 20 years of practice*) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sound system in Putra Stadium have to improve!! That's the only comment I have to add. Otherwise, the night ended in complete estasy and euphoria. I had a blast. Well, it is my birthday present after all, I have the rights to enjoy it. So then me and Huey Jing walked around the place to enjoy the feeling of the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GLAM NATION&lt;/span&gt;. I bought some stuff which were half- priced due to clearance. I was feeling really lucky. The only sad thing about the night was I didn't have the money to buy a GLAMBOX which was RM100. Well, maybe next time.           &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides, what more could I ask for? I got to listen to Adam singing live, I got a free poster and a t-shirt.. Life's good. He's really OMG!! I would die to get a guy like him who isn't gay!! How I wish he was bisexual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyways, then &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; came: I was going crazy in class, but all the guys ignored me completely.. I was supposed to declare another faggot Friday to get the guys to discuss about Adam in class.. but I forgot. LOL... then I brought my guitar and diabolo for Corroboree rehearsal. But ended up doing nothing for the afternoon except stoning and wasting time..Which is not what I'm suppose to be doing. I have an exam coming up in 2 weeks for God's sake!! Well, there goes another day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I reached home on Friday, I was hit by a bad news. My brother was going to Australia next week to work and he probably won't be back for 2 months or so.. So I'm kinda depressed. Then the worst thing happened! I was playing with my diabolo and &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*kaboom*&lt;/span&gt; it split up into a million pieces (7 pieces to be exact) OMG!! How devastating!!             &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529030914593648146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TLsQUqCB7hI/AAAAAAAAByI/QcIjDZf7XQ8/s320/DSC09517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At least one thing is going smooth, I am able to answer most of the questions on our practices. WEE!! IMPROVEMENT!! Which reminds me. This is my last post until my exams are over. I've stopped my Japanese class and also restricted several of my social networking, including using my phone and using facebook. My exams ends in November so until then, whoever who is planning to reach me, please reach me through e-mail or facebook. I have no time to pick up my phone. A million thanks. So bare with my people.. Just another month. Just another month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till then. I wish you best of luck for the following month. May you have better luck than me.       &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-208529840469961890?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/208529840469961890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=208529840469961890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/208529840469961890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/208529840469961890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-post-before-exams.html' title='The last post before exams'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iERxlHyV5AA/TIeE-EczWmI/AAAAAAAADao/YsWhdFeQSQ4/s72-c/AdamLambert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-4419854678883884887</id><published>2010-09-14T22:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:11:57.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Be AWESOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha..Time to be &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; and go &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;KICK ASS&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Won't be blogging till SAM ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, maybe if I'm tired of my studies a bit, I'll blog a little while...Hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But until then, my murder blog will be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEMPORARILY DEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Final Sprint Has Begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Darling Physics, Here I Come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-4419854678883884887?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/4419854678883884887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=4419854678883884887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/4419854678883884887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/4419854678883884887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-to-be-awesome.html' title='Time to Be AWESOME'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-7440474269800410856</id><published>2010-09-10T02:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:17:12.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Cares About Deepest Darkest Secret? Dream BIGGER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thinks I've posted this post a long time ago. But nevertheless.. Time reblog the issue again. My deepest darkest secret. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm always jealous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm jealous of everything under the sun&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Easily jealous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's my weakness&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I should talk to Mr. Chan more. He's always so content with his life.. I really don't know how he does it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met someone with a REAL Louis Vuitton that day. OMG. It looked so awesome. Still saving up for my own. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm always saving up.I'm saving for a REAL kipling too. Haiz.. If only I had the money to splash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhows.. No point being sad here, because I have great news! Because, I have been accepted by Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology (RMIT). &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can slack now.&lt;/span&gt; All payed for and ready to go! Actually, not really slack la... but now got different goal for getting good grades. Time to kick some guy's egos...I'm so freaking happy I might strip in public!! OK...Maybe not. Soon, Louis Vuitton.. you will be mine!! I'm going to earn my own money and buy REAL Loius Vuittons. Wee!! I will buy however many bags I want!! I have a craze for bags after all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you know what else I craze for? To dance like people in Step Up 3!! WEE!! Awesome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there's also another good news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;September is turning out to be a splendid month. Why do people wanna wake up when September ends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE IT BECAUSE... ADAM LAMBERT IS COMING TO MALAYSIA FOR ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515518978512460690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TIsPSdopG5I/AAAAAAAAByA/zN7Bm529EQ8/s320/adamlambert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean/ Justin, if you're reading this. He looks like Jean. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, the best part is Huey Jing asked me to go with her to watch Adam. OMG!! I thought I was going to die when I saw the date: 14 October 2010. That's why I said Adam's coming for me. It's 2 days after my birthday. This is going to be the best birthday ever! I just know it!! Finally after years of terrible birthdays, this is it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, but I'm still waiting for the best price the concert has to offer. My mum says that the seats that Huey Jing wants is too expensive. Hopefully I can con my brother into buying me the ticket. WEE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ADAM LAMBERT!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My whole point here is - dream BIG because life's good... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE GONE JEALOUSY&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/5762531263364318134-7440474269800410856?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/7440474269800410856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=7440474269800410856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/7440474269800410856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/7440474269800410856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-cares-about-deepest-darkest-secret.html' title='Who Cares About Deepest Darkest Secret? Dream BIGGER!'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TIsPSdopG5I/AAAAAAAAByA/zN7Bm529EQ8/s72-c/adamlambert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-9136742110018157332</id><published>2010-09-08T22:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:05:56.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feel like blogging about this long time ago, but just don't have the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So be for I return to Hell in SAM, I better blog this first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;May 15th 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Wedding day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank God for giving me great memory! I still remember every detail of the wedding. I still remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how me and my aunt tied the ribbon on to the hood of the car&lt;/span&gt;.. My teddy bears were tied to the front of the car too.. (Because hiring people to tie the car alone cost around RM300). I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how me and my sister made fun of my brother's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Liverpool tie&lt;/span&gt;. I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teck Chuan, and Ah Sai bullying me&lt;/span&gt;... I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;preparing for the bride and groom to come home for our tea ceremony&lt;/span&gt;,I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the snobbish wedding planner,&lt;/span&gt; I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how the confetti flies off the balcony&lt;/span&gt; and I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how much plants we killed in order to get those confetti&lt;/span&gt; (What?? They sell confetti for RM10 per packet and all the papers that we cut were angpao packets that once contained my money) ..&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WEE!! Confetti!&lt;/span&gt; I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how packed was my house&lt;/span&gt;. First time in history, the house was open for so many guest. (My mum hates people coming to our house... But I love it! hehe..) I remember that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on the wedding day itself was the first day I talked to my neighbours&lt;/span&gt; and of course, I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the food&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NYONYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the afternoon craze, evening craze starts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how the sun was shining and the gardens were amazing&lt;/span&gt;. I remember being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so happy and excited for my brother&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;He is my only brother after all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The best brother I could ever ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;He is the one who plays combat with me while I was young&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The one who watches movie with me&lt;/span&gt;. (I have never watch a movie with my sister before. Honestly) and also &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the one who piggy- backs me all the time when I was young and played "Lang Lai Liao" with me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The one who taught me how to do so many things.&lt;/span&gt; The one who taught me &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;how to write&lt;/span&gt;. And the one who is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;always bullying me then buying me stuff to spoil me&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;V-SIANG &amp;amp; PEG GIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514958426631225058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TIkReDJmvuI/AAAAAAAABxo/nKeqdyplG7k/s320/P%2BV(A)+76.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;being angry with my sister who left me alone with the guest registration because there was too many mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;. (Luckily, I worked in enough blood drive to get everybody registered). Haha, I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this cute guy from the wedding&lt;/span&gt;. (Apparently he was my brother's uni mate.. Foreign... I like. *winks*winks*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MOST OF ALL.. I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how happy was my family&lt;/span&gt;. Despite how many quarrels we have, I still love them. My aunts, my cousins, my uncle, my new "relatives" which is the most awesome people ever! (My sister-in-law's sister and her husband) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My life has meaning because of these fine memories.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514958443475130274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TIkRfB5gV6I/AAAAAAAABxw/eO0qzJqr7hU/s320/P%2BV(A)+81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Teacher's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obviously, I'm not going to forget the ones who manages to make me smile everyday despite my tough life and sucky times --- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MY CRAZY CLASSMATES AND TEACHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was an &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;AWESOME DAY!&lt;/span&gt; I really couldn't think of a better class to be in than in S3! Everyday is an adventure. Sure they were jakoonas.. And sure sometimes they say the stupidest things but... That's what make them &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;.. They make me feel so at ease. I am nothing but myself when I'm with them. I say whatever I want, I hit whoever I want and I obviously act however I want. And they don't give a damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But obviously.. Being the only girl in the class has its challenges. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, when I feel sad, it'll take them a long time to notice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I feel discriminated because of my gender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I never get the lime light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I feel so alone because none of them can relate to my problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I feel self-consious.. Don't know if my pants is falling or if my bra strap is visible... If it was Calvin, he'll just yell:" OMG V-Ki! I can see your bra!" Out loud...in public...but then..the ones that stares are the SCARY ONES... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, I have really bad "stomach cramps" but can only say:" I'm not feeling well"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's an awful price to pay in order to get to the finishing line, but hey... Isn't life all about making sacrifices for something you love? I love designing... So if this is going to get me there, I'll do whatever it takes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514958405601028018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TIkRc0znZ7I/AAAAAAAABxg/X7_zjUEZnR8/s320/DSC09177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514958390609837410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TIkRb89b_WI/AAAAAAAABxY/11a-PvCOA5A/s320/DSC09175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting... My teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They are a bunch of fun people. Everybody who knows me in 5 Kempas knows that I'm never in class. For me to stay in class for the whole day obviously takes more than a bunch of boys right?? Teachers are a source of my encouragement to move on with life. One golden sentence from their mouth and I will be alive again. I threat them like Saints after what I've been through in Charis Church. I learned to respect their job after knowing what it was like to teach. To have to repeat yourself time and time again because people aren't listening to you, especially when you are sick is the worse thing EVER!! Yet they still have to carry on... And also when parents question your ability to teach, you will question yourself too... Am I doing enough to let the students understand? Am I doing it right? Are they understanding? Why aren't they paying attention? Am I too bored? Believe me... It is a tough job. Especially when you're the first person to blame for everything that isn't going right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well.. Life has to move on... Stories have to continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really hope the splendid memories will be with me until the day I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for letting me to experience so many different colours in my life. Thank you old friend, new friend, teachers and family who are so willing to share and make me happy. I feel so content having these people around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-9136742110018157332?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/9136742110018157332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=9136742110018157332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/9136742110018157332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/9136742110018157332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/09/fine-memories.html' title='Fine Memories'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TIkReDJmvuI/AAAAAAAABxo/nKeqdyplG7k/s72-c/P%2BV(A)+76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-472584936829578517</id><published>2010-09-04T00:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:28:24.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish my face could change. A little perhaps??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyways... We all know that&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; V-Ki Cheong&lt;/span&gt; has infinitely many problems... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I think the most major problem I have.. (Apart from my inability to control my complains, emotions and craziness) is that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CAN'T GROW&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 67px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514188447909699330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TIZVLY44XwI/AAAAAAAABwg/sGsLZn77H3A/s320/unchange.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The picture above is the prove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look the same after 7 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How pathetic is that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apart from my constant change in hairstyles, I really can't see a change in my looks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wouldn't mind it thaat much if it weren't for the things I have to deal with because I have a baby face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got bullied by an auntie once because she thought she can bully young girls.. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(Being accused for cutting ques is not a very good feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Salesman and Saleswoman love to attack me with a promotion. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(Why? Apparently "Children" are more naive.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) People always think I'm incapable of anything due to my looks. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(I'm more than capable to do anything) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) People always think I'm faking my voice so that I sound older. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Well eff off!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) The cashier lady tends to serve you slower because they think you have no things to attend to. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Guess what?? I'm paying you! You B***h!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6) Not many guys my age is attracted to me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(The younger ones are stalking me!! They go as young as 12 years old!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Moral of the day:&lt;/span&gt; Do not discriminate against people with young looks. And never guess people's age because.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm NOT 12&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now let's look at the brighter side of my dilemma/ issue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha... I haven't thought of one yet... but hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end of the day... All that matters is that I'm still the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Enchanting, Perfect And Lovable&lt;/span&gt; Lady everybody knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bit of mood swing, mixture of dramatic and insanity -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THAT'S ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5762531263364318134-472584936829578517?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/472584936829578517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=472584936829578517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/472584936829578517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/472584936829578517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wish-my-face-could-change-little.html' title='I wish my face could change. A little perhaps??'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TIZVLY44XwI/AAAAAAAABwg/sGsLZn77H3A/s72-c/unchange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-5562599075015702903</id><published>2010-08-27T14:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:51:10.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merdeka Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG... it's August already and I am finally sitting down to blog for the first time in 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why so busy??&lt;/span&gt; COLLEGE LO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;A lot had been going on lately. Like yesterday, I suffered a severe blow in the head. I found out that I never stood a chance with this guy I was going after a while now. But something good came out from the whole situation at least. The bunny song is now done and is history. It is posted on YouTube just recently and I shall say my goodbyes to him now. Adios Bunny and hello Physics again! Let you know a little secret hey?? I wrote another song about him.&lt;br /&gt;Saying farewell of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough talk from me about this guy whom I don't know and will never know. Let's talk about something everybody wants to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...perasannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;So how have I've been the past few months??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Flashback:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;June was a sucky month and so was July and August&lt;/span&gt;. But luckily... I had my boys to back me up when I'm always falling. I couldn't ask for better friends. Although receiving disgusted stares from passerby as I always touch the guys, especially Kheng Yu, Fariz, Vikram and Ehsan (What?? A girl have to be violent when they have to...Skin contact should be put aside in this situation.) but well, disgusted looks doesn't mean much to me when they are such great friends. Let's put it this way, the only relationship I have with all of them is a sister-brother relationship. If they are thinking differently then... &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm in deep shit then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they know who I'm crazy about... Shirota Yuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo Kun, Jenn and Weng Hou left us... so yea, the class is quieter. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, it is still quite lively. They are still DOTA- ing, telling lame jokes (especially Jun Yi) and playing music. We went out for dinner the other just the other night in Sunway Pyramid. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else?? My results is going down down down down down... I suck at everything except in my Japanese. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I freaking rock in learning languages!!!&lt;/span&gt; I can talk super high speed Japanese now... WEE!!! But sadly, I'm not able to complete till next year since I'm most probably leaving to Australia next year. Which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied to enroll in Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology, Queensland University of Technology and Swinburne University to further my studies in Industrial Designing. Anyone going there, please let me know. Hopefully God is looking after me and let me get accepted to at least one of the university. I really want to study design and arts next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to talk about?? Oh yea.The July intakes are in and guess who I saw?? Lynnette and Huey Jing. They're doing ICPU in Taylor's... so yay!! More DU-rians!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh... there was the time I broke my neck and was sent to the hospital...&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Maybe I'm exaggerating. What?? It felt like I really broke my neck ma. I went through 2 weeks of physiotherapy because of IT!! Which brings us to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My web project. With tremendous help from my brother, I manage to survive through the whole project. It looks a bit cacat, but who cares?? It's done. That's all that matters. Besides, Through this project, I became an IT girl... I know how to read quotes now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winanga-Li is finally coming along. I had lots of tough time trying to finish and present to them to get their approval, but I finally pulled trough and it looks awesome. Well, according to Jer la...Andrew's front page got selected. Wee!!! At least it is someone from S3... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WE PRO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I wanted to add too that I actually missed something about high school. What was able to pull out my high school memories??&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Steven and Aishah is leaving.&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;I remembered all the things I missed about that place. I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kar Tong&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kak Salina's food&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pn. Shalini&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pn. Rohaizah&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;performing for the school&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;skipping classes&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Miss Wong&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lydia&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the library&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Library Week,&lt;/span&gt; I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Weng Weng&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Timo&lt;/span&gt;, I miss&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Chinese Class&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ding Ding&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt;, I miss&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Jun Herng&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shao Min&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Syifa&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Deepa&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lepak-ing&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;singing in the corridor&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bitching about everyone evil&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sports Day&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Su Ting&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yuan Zhen&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Li Kim&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sleeping in Chemistry classes&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Purple House&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lion Chu&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lynnette&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;calling Zafri 4-year old&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;having chats with Azwan&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jit Ve&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nizam&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ki Jun&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ikhwan&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dat Han&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Drama Team&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yien Hsiu&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my earlier days in St. Johns&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;marching&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all my seniors&lt;/span&gt;, I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all my juniors&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all my friends&lt;/span&gt;. Surprisingly enough, I also miss my enemies. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I miss the drama they give me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph...makes me feel sad now... I really miss those days where I was a free soul. Lepak Queen and never was in class. Now look at me... Goody 2 shoes and always in class... So not me...especially when Ehsan is not in class, always makes me feel like reliving my old life... be free and walking around enjoying the silence. Dodging the principle and run when you see PK Hem. The best thrilling feeling ever!! But, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;time to grow up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Those were the days my friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to include?? Oh yea... I want to include my thanks to G10 people!! Thanks for passing some girly aura to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... also Joanne. I never knew I could be so close to Jo. Back in high school, perhaps it's the fact that I never was in class. I never really bonded with her...well, now I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;Pei Nee especially, Thank You!!&lt;br /&gt;You give me the greatest advice ever!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH...too many things to say and too lazy...I'll just list down everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The other minor things that happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Fell in love with this guy code named "bunny"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Went to Bon Odori Matsuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Visited the Taylor's Lakeside Campus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Passed driving test with Lydia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Went out with friends to Aishah's farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Went out with Kar Tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Stopped playing diabolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Went out with Jean and Justin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Went crazy over Mr. Psycho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Had a blast with my classmates and my lecturers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Starting a juggling club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to add?? Hmmm...at the moment, I can't think of any thing else... I'll post it when my memory returns. Or when my friends remind me of something interesting... WEE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-5562599075015702903?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/5562599075015702903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=5562599075015702903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/5562599075015702903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/5562599075015702903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/08/merdeka-month.html' title='The Merdeka Month'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-370781278227263367</id><published>2010-06-27T16:53:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T03:03:26.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Bukit Tinggi</title><content type='html'>So as promised, this is the post about the last weekend of my June holiday. I needed some photos for Winanga-Li, so I begged my brother to bring me up to Bukit Tinggi. Not actually begged la..more like force him to. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(The power of whining to my mother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's let the photos to the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-The rabbit farm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TDDJrqh4_SI/AAAAAAAABwI/SHzUsmPv0Oc/s1600/Pon+Bon+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490109697752628514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TDDJrqh4_SI/AAAAAAAABwI/SHzUsmPv0Oc/s320/Pon+Bon+133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I love rabbits!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TDDJrLmzhpI/AAAAAAAABwA/KWdYoDgolv4/s1600/Pon+Bon+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490109689451742866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TDDJrLmzhpI/AAAAAAAABwA/KWdYoDgolv4/s320/Pon+Bon+154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Flufff!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then, the worst thing happened, it rained!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The rain was like "meow and woof" all the way &lt;/span&gt;(Cats and Dogs la) so yea...although it is a rabbit farm, but there's cats and dogs. OK fine, I get it, you don't need to throw a "you're lame V-Ki!" look at your computer screen..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea.. we proceeded back to the village to dodge the cats and dogs... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after, thankfully the rain stopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-French Village -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TDDJquUHgSI/AAAAAAAABv4/VWReH9esKoM/s1600/Pon+Bon+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490109681588732194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TDDJquUHgSI/AAAAAAAABv4/VWReH9esKoM/s320/Pon+Bon+160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swans up in Bukit Tinggi.. pretty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TDDJp3JYoXI/AAAAAAAABvw/SrokjteY1fA/s1600/Pon+Bon+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490109666779767154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TDDJp3JYoXI/AAAAAAAABvw/SrokjteY1fA/s320/Pon+Bon+173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the canggih pictures taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TCcULv9LKqI/AAAAAAAABvo/6Jd3a5loZy0/s1600/Pon+Bon+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487376863058406050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TCcULv9LKqI/AAAAAAAABvo/6Jd3a5loZy0/s320/Pon+Bon+169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my surprise, I saw someone I know, I even know the guy's name...from TND.. but then, I didn't dare to go say Hi to the guy la..later he might freak out because it has been so long since I talked to any of the TND people. Later he think I'm stalker then cham lo.. lolxx. So yea, we had lunch at one of the over packed restaurant --(Our lucky day - &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nestle's Family day&lt;/span&gt;!! -__- sad right?? I know..) Sien, I'm always so unlucky...ALWAYS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We continued the trip to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- The botanical/Japanese Garden -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TCcULJgZCsI/AAAAAAAABvg/ge9H6tiDP84/s1600/Pon+Bon+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487376852737133250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TCcULJgZCsI/AAAAAAAABvg/ge9H6tiDP84/s320/Pon+Bon+197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to try out the kimono to see how I look. I look OK...surprisingly.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TCcUKuHX00I/AAAAAAAABvY/m7zQBzKQ5kw/s1600/Pon+Bon+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487376845384438594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TCcUKuHX00I/AAAAAAAABvY/m7zQBzKQ5kw/s320/Pon+Bon+200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and bro again. Finally, after like I don't know how many years, I am finally having nearly the same skin colour as him!!! OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TCcUKMnMPxI/AAAAAAAABvQ/SNd58cDWvSE/s1600/Pon+Bon+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487376836391091986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TCcUKMnMPxI/AAAAAAAABvQ/SNd58cDWvSE/s320/Pon+Bon+201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Peg Gie - My sister-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TCcUJgf7PnI/AAAAAAAABvI/GJBLLX6u8Kw/s1600/Pon+Bon+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487376824549457522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TCcUJgf7PnI/AAAAAAAABvI/GJBLLX6u8Kw/s320/Pon+Bon+202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Japanese Garden, we went back to the French Village and then sat there to paint POP(Plaster of Paris) till dark... then came back down at about 7pm??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So overall, it was a fantastic day... I enjoyed myself. except the fact that I had to spent around 20 ringgit for my lunch...It was very fruitful day...I had photos for Winanga-Li and I "bonded" with the newly weds...lolxx... I wish to go there again sometime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-370781278227263367?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/370781278227263367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=370781278227263367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/370781278227263367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/370781278227263367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/06/trip-to-bukit-tinggi.html' title='Trip to Bukit Tinggi'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/TDDJrqh4_SI/AAAAAAAABwI/SHzUsmPv0Oc/s72-c/Pon+Bon+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-8518084798959985909</id><published>2010-06-08T00:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:37:15.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's nearly JULY already??</title><content type='html'>Well well...&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cookie time&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...time really flies when you're in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, shit happened for the past 2 months. Of course there were also pretty sweet moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just start with what happened in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April was a blurr...we were supposed to buck up because the March intake students are in and they are ready to compete against us January intake students and squash our heads...(haven't succeeded so far) So then, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I had a bad April.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Everything went wrong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was a woman with no love, no time, no money, nothing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It was a depressing month&lt;/span&gt; where I cried for so many nights not only because I fought with my parents, my brother, and most of all...my sister. Oh yea...the freaking bit*h is back from England.. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a good relationship with my sister and I suppose it was also caused by the fact that we are all stressed out by the wedding that we all were not in the mood for anything that is labelled "HAPPY"... &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I failed my driving test&lt;/span&gt;...and I was quite upset, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not because I failed, but because I had to take lessons again.&lt;/span&gt; So damn stressful... Addition to that, I had to take my tests right after my brother's wedding... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RIGHT AFTER&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;can you imagine what it was like to be sandwiched by tons of stress????&lt;/span&gt; It is horrible...I experienced it...so I'm telling you  now...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT'S HORRIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like April at all....&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;April was a bad month&lt;/span&gt;...and I knew May was going to be worst... Why?? Because it is always like that every year...I had labelled May as my worst month of the year...and sure enough... &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;May was the worst month&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stressed out as my exams were near and even more stressed out as the wedding too, came near. I was so tired as my relatives start pouring in from Australia and England. I have no time for myself as I was required to entertain them quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day before the wedding, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(14th May 2010)&lt;/span&gt;, I have about 30 of my relatives in my house. It was really funny because, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;half of them speaks Hokkien and half of them speaks Hakka&lt;/span&gt;. By this time, I knew I was screwed for the tests, hence, I just enjoyed my life and drank some beer with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;15th May 2010 : My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brother's wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This day deserves a special post, hence, I shall leave this to the next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The following week was Hell&lt;/span&gt;...I screwed everything including my sleep. I did not sleep well...believe me...everybody knew not to kacau me when I'm asleep as they knew how much sleep I roughly had.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I was a living proof that zombie existed&lt;/span&gt;. So when the test was over, the first thing I did was, went back to sleep while all the boys went DOTA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week was result week. I was very upset this week and very depressed. I nearly failed everything except for ESL and IT. The reason why I said this is because, I got an A for ESL and I failed IT. And being in a class full of guys, I felt an enormous cloud of helplessness...I felt like I have become prove that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;all women are bimbos&lt;/span&gt; and have &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;no ability to be intelligent as men&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I felt like I had let myself, my family, and the whole entire women population down due to my stupidity&lt;/span&gt;. And most of all, I felt like I had broken the vow I made at the starting of the year. Which is to show all the boys that girls are equally capable. Well, apparently not...boys are smarter after all. I was having very low self-esteem and felt that I had made a very bad choice to take IT and a even worst choice to take SAM. Thankfully, I was cheered up by my aunt. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She is the best person in this world!&lt;/span&gt; The closest to me. Even my mum is not as understanding as her. *sigh* &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank GOD for nice aunts and uncles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Batu Pahat for the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"second wedding"&lt;/span&gt; where everyone of our relatives are invited to attend. It was quite a boring lunch, but then, Sam and Peggy got to see what our hometown looks like and they got to meet everyone. To be honest, this is my first time meeting everyone too... lolxxx..&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sam says Asians are too active, we have too many relatives. I agree!!!&lt;/span&gt; lolxx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, my aunt went back to Australia along with my sister. *Thanks sis for the new clothes!!* &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I was left alone to "suffer" my 2 weeks of break..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DID NOTHING FOR THE WHOLE TWO WEEKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for sleeping, I really did not do anything meaningful, unless you count watching Meteor Garden as a reasonable thing to do when you're free... Surprisingly, I love the story...but their acting seriously is like shit....at the beginning la...then nearing the end, the acting magically improved. They're all so old now...Oh, for those who don't know what is Meteor Garden, it is the most popular Taiwan series to ever hit Malaysia back in year 2000.It is kinda like a "Twilight Tornado" last time...Every girl was crazy over that show....I have no idea why I suddenly wanna watch that show....seriously...It was just random...and surprisingly, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;random did the trick to keep me rotting from boredom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides sleeping and watching drama, I did a lot of driving...and guess what?? The second week of the holiday, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I PASSED the fu*king driving test&lt;/span&gt;...and I met Lydia by accident... hahaha...we both passed at the same time!!! WEEE!! So doing the most stressful thing with your best friend actually helps to ease things. That's a good advice kids!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second last day of my holiday, my mother finally let me out of prison and I got to go to Bukit Tinggi, but it was with my brother though. I will post it in another post again...since, it requires picture and this post is already long enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now move on to what happened in June... basically, the atmosphere in college changed. I feel super energetic to start a new semester, despite of my "I'm useless" feeling. I was charged up... YEA MAN!! Moreover, I was doing stuff for Winanga-Li and started on my uni-application...&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It was the starting of my "better months coming"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, It was saddening to know that, Captain Jenny left, along with Weng Hou... My class has less people now. From what I know, after the first semester, a lot of people did not return to continue the course. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, I am one of the dumb people who decided to stay along with SAM?? Apparently so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every second of being in June. Although I lost an old friend and I lost Soo Kun (desk buddy only), my life is once again on track...I had a great time presenting this week in Physics and IT, but then ESL was a pain. Screw ESL... I taking up Spanish and Japanese anyway, so bye bye English!! You are no longer my favourite second language..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional to that, yesterday was the most fun I've had in months. Mr. Chan was right, the most important person is the person that you are with at that moment. Many thanks to those important people in my life now *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOY STORY 3 ROCKS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;END OF THE SUPER LONG POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-8518084798959985909?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/8518084798959985909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=8518084798959985909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/8518084798959985909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/8518084798959985909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-nearly-july-already.html' title='It&apos;s nearly JULY already??'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-1424556593265464644</id><published>2010-04-26T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:20:46.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish I had more time, but no time to blog for now.&lt;/span&gt; I really do wish &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Concentrated Sleeping Pills&lt;/span&gt; exists. Mid -Term is coming and &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;the all important day that requires more than 40 people to squeeze into my tiny house is about to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wish myself and all SAM students the best of luck and of course, I hope I'll survive this storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanted to say &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;thanks to everyone who helped me overcome my dilemma&lt;/span&gt;, you guys never ignore me although, you guys were facing your own problems. Thank you so much. I don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the picture I promised. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S9WK5l4ja8I/AAAAAAAABu8/VQdvtEsbk6c/s1600/DSC08438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464426444910455746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S9WK5l4ja8I/AAAAAAAABu8/VQdvtEsbk6c/s320/DSC08438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3D Puzzle - UBER COOL!! WEE!!&lt;/span&gt; (I wonder where I find the time for this..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I 'll have to say: " Cookiemurderer is going to rest for a while now. Peace to cookies!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll update when I have more cookies to kill....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: I really appreciate the stop of the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;VAMPIRE &lt;/span&gt;craze. I guess you guys really got used to the way I talk. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-1424556593265464644?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/1424556593265464644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=1424556593265464644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/1424556593265464644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/1424556593265464644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-time.html' title='No Time.'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S9WK5l4ja8I/AAAAAAAABu8/VQdvtEsbk6c/s72-c/DSC08438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-6383982512705555792</id><published>2010-04-15T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:54:52.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pemuja Dari Jauh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ruff Edge - Jin Notti OST : Pemuja Dari Jauh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu lagu yang paling touching dah. I sangat tertarik dengan lagu ini. Sebenarnya, Lagu Melayu banyaknya best la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu yang saya recommend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1) Belaian Jiwa (Indonesia) - Innuendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2) Terima Kasih Cinta (Indonesia) - Afgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) Mungkin Nanti (Tak sure) - PeterPan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4) Kau Ilhamku (???) - Mambai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5) Pemuja dari Jauh (Indonesia) - Ruff Edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S8cw4rZj6lI/AAAAAAAABu0/_cLJijrWub0/s1600/Ruffedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 429px; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460386823490759250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S8cw4rZj6lI/AAAAAAAABu0/_cLJijrWub0/s320/Ruffedge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ini dari tayangan &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jin Notti&lt;/span&gt;. Saya tertarik once saya terdengarnya di &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MTV Asian Takeaway&lt;/span&gt;. Liriknya, tak make sense sangat, tapi tunenya sukar dilupakan. Hah! Asia pun ada artist yang sebegini. I sebenarnya impresss la sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460386813319411666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S8cw4Fghd9I/AAAAAAAABus/9iOGJU0-M3E/s320/Jin+Notti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Tayangan Jin Notti - Ingin find and watch bagi tahu apa isinya. Harap interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off - Dari Cookiemurderer... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-6383982512705555792?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/6383982512705555792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=6383982512705555792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6383982512705555792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6383982512705555792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/04/ruff-edge-jin-notti-ost-pemuja-dari.html' title='Pemuja Dari Jauh'/><author><name>VKi1012</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275444271853297315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S8cw4rZj6lI/AAAAAAAABu0/_cLJijrWub0/s72-c/Ruffedge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-128809572223191361</id><published>2010-04-13T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:47:25.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVIL LESBO</title><content type='html'>Well, the Week had started off great....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jeraldine is Evil!!!&lt;/span&gt; You heard me Jer?? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EVIL!!!&lt;/span&gt; He called me an evil lesbo out of no where, which really fits my description but only because he's jealous I have&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Peter Chao&lt;/span&gt; as my boyfriend...CHEHWA... lolxxx...jkjk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are partially talking about Peter Chao here, seriously, Aaron...you are evil too!! Do you really have to spoil my fun and post about the truth of Peter Chao?? Without the accent and the freaking glasses... I seriously find him quite...normal.   :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanted to fall for him di....Oh well...back to physics then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So here's the big question of the day: Do guys really digs a horny chick???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;According to Qi Qi, he  don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hmmmm.... I wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once told not to swear the word "fu*k" because apparently my friend say it is unlady-like and some guys don't like it (Scares them off??) But then again, with the powerful influence of Calvin and Kar Tong, who the Hell can resist?? and who the Hell cares about unlady-like behaviours?? Anyways, I was never told whether do guys actually mind girls who as equally sick-minded as them or maybe even worst...Which reminds me...tomorrow's Mr. Woon's birthday and I feel really bad because we upset him today. So apparently there are guys who mind swearings. Therefore, have to watch our mouth from now on, especially mine. I don't wanna be the cause of his departure  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I never notice how many people actually have the time to read my blog, I mean wow... &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You peeps have no life&lt;/span&gt;... yeap...I'm pointing at you, Misha and Jer!! and you and you whom I can't see..ARGGGHHH... !! But I really don't blame you guys...I go check out random hot chick's blogs too when I'm bored.. *indirectly saying &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm smoking, sizzling HAWT!!&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEE... LG now...&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Stupidity, Insanity and Randomcy&lt;/span&gt; is the way I live now... All in life is good now...  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-128809572223191361?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/128809572223191361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=128809572223191361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/128809572223191361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/128809572223191361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/04/evil-lesbo.html' title='EVIL LESBO'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-302694958321888416</id><published>2010-04-08T18:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:55:31.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need bubble milk tea everyday!!</title><content type='html'>I'm in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; now... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Noticed that my blog is dead for a few weeks now??&lt;/span&gt; Well, that's because &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no time to blog &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... The good news is March is over...I was about to die in March but the bad news is...I'm still dying!! SAM is killing me!! I'm so ready to give up...I swear...if I fail another test, I'm switching to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MUFY&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was again a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;disasterous&lt;/span&gt;/ okay day. The okay part would have to be the part where I feel that the guys in my class are very nice to me... Words of encouragement and a whole lot of teasing involve. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I like this feeling&lt;/span&gt;. It makes me feel like I have a lot of big brothers. (Or rather big sisters) I feel pretty much protected. :) &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It's a good feeling&lt;/span&gt;. However, the worst part of today would have to be the parts where I didn't finish my physics test, I haven't finish my IT, I had to wear killer heels,I had an oral presentation where I can't stop saying "la" and of course the worst part....my driving. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mati&lt;/span&gt; engine again...on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LDP&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I know I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;noob&lt;/span&gt;...shut up k??&lt;/span&gt; Today suppose to be my last class. However, the instructor said I will never be able to drive even if I add on 5 to 6 lessons. I just realise after these few weeks of trying to drive, I failed because I had developed a fear towards driving. Mostly because of that accident last year where I was traumatised. I decided to quit driving in case I break my backbone as I can feel that I had badly injured my spine because of the tension concentrated on my nerves. I gave up on it completely. I will learn again, if I have the time and interest to learn again. For now, I'm just gonna quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, rewinding to days that were similar to today's. The week during the holidays and the week after the holidays were fantastic!! Not much work involved till the end of the week...then it turned into the devil...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest Day- went to Mid Valley with my parents. I just love jigsaw puzzles...don't you?? I'll show pictures soon on how I completed a damn cool jigsaw puzzle in less than 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back to work again. I returned to Taylor's just to finish off my IT project. I know..Damn hard working right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of homework and at night, I went out with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kar&lt;/span&gt; Tong, Kitty/Kari &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sotong&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lolx&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;. Boy...do we have our troubles..we were two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; dude trying to get past our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; state... we ate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sakae&lt;/span&gt; sushi but didn't watch a movie. Not because we're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; like shit but the cinema kinda burned down a little. I made an assumption that maybe it got burned down because some of the employees did not get payed well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;27&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; time starts. DIE!!! Went back to Batu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pahat&lt;/span&gt; today because of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; Ming. As usual...I slept from KL to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Johore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOHOO&lt;/span&gt;!! My mum then decides to nag me for not doing any work during the holidays...I was like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;...shut the F up...I only rested on Wednesday. I just ignore her like I always do... However, I received the most shocking news yet... My mum is deciding to move to Melbourne with me when I go to Melbourne to study... I wanted to die on the spot like seriously jump off the building. After 6 years of no freedom and still counting, I don't get to go overseas myself and live with my aunt and learn to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;? Why can't she accept that I need my own freedom?? I just hope she doesn't migrate there. If she does...BYE BYE WORLD, I WILL MISS YOU NOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from Batu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pahat&lt;/span&gt; and already so damn tired...got lectured by my mother again. I'm lucky to not have a multi-task brain. I was reading the whole time, not listening to a word she says. Then in the evening, I had to attend my future sister-in-law's sister's wedding dinner. I was entertained at least. What?? It was the first time I've been to a wedding dinner... I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fasinated&lt;/span&gt; by everything. Besides, I got VIP seats, so who cares?? I got stuck with a table full of people who are in their 60's or 70's. I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entertained&lt;/span&gt; by the way they talk to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt; other. Real fun to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;29&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day back in Taylor's. It was rather relaxing as the workload had yet to come crashing our skulls to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Operation Switch Class" came... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!The new class sucks!! Then I skipped driving to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Winanga&lt;/span&gt;-Li graphics team meeting. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The awesomeness of not going driving lessons!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;31st March 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work start kicking in and I'm falling deeper into shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1st April 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst days of my life. although April Fool's suppose to be one of my favourite day of the year, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was crushed today&lt;/span&gt;. No one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pranked&lt;/span&gt; me...well...except for the&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; genius miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sukhminder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...then because of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Winanga&lt;/span&gt;-Li meeting on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, I took my driving lessons today. First of all...I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mati&lt;/span&gt; engine twice...on the road... then my leg cramped halfway because I couldn't step on the clutch and I overstretch my legs (This is what you get when you have short legs) and what's worst? The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;instructor&lt;/span&gt; just ignored me..then my day just keeps getting better. It rain and I couldn't see the road...the feeling of being stuck on the road an not being able to see properly is the worst thing ever!! After that, I was stuck finishing the draft. I did the draft till...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; April 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..(continued) 5 in the morning... by then, my brain was fried... The rest of the day, I spent sleeping and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; over my horrible experience... the most unforgettable one would have to be the rejection by a guy I met. SCREW HIM! I've seen better days and this is definitely not it. But thankfully, I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt; and some of the other guys to cheer me up. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks to the tall guy who owns the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Burberry&lt;/span&gt; bag!!&lt;/span&gt; I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Burberry&lt;/span&gt; ... :) The rest of the day was quite blur to me because, I slept all the way... WEE!! &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;That's what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fridays&lt;/span&gt; are for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3rd April 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I was attack by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suckiest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; ever!! I went to Japanese class and guess what?? I had a new teacher and she's Japanese too...I was kinda shock because when I went in the class, she was like asking me some weird thing that I couldn't understand. I must have gave her the stoniest stare ever...because she laughed...well at least she's a woman. After that, me and my dad went to the 100 Japanese invention &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhibition&lt;/span&gt; thing in the National Art Gallery... Waste of time.. I learned nothing...I thought I would see some robotics &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;demonstration&lt;/span&gt; or maybe something related to my "future career"...but it was a letdown. :( But two good things happened today. I got the tablet PC I always wanted!! Wee!! It is so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; cool. I can't wait to install my CS4 so that I can get some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; wonders going...The other good thing was the mini jigsaw puzzle!! That's it...I'm officially &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt;!! It really made my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the TV, computer, laptop and projector as the major part of my life now is making me blind...I can't really see much nowadays...I need to get my eyes fixed!! PRONTO! The reason why I was facing the computer 24/7 was...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Winanga&lt;/span&gt;-Li covers!! I actually found some really good pictures to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; and it looks damn awesome now!!! However, I don't think mine is as nice as Jer's... His are awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything on the tablet PC is now free to be used...except for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yerr&lt;/span&gt;... However, I played with the tablet and it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; cool...I can't wait to install &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt;...but kinda lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt; was missing today...OMG...the worst day ever!! I was bored like shit. I like to sit next to a few people in my class...one of them is of course &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;, cause he doesn't bother me and he gives me response when I need them, sometimes, good entertainment...the other is of course &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt;, because of the same reason...he's amusing to watch. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;People who talk too much... get lost!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, joking la...anyways, that's why today, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_78" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; is my buddy for the day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_79" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_80" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; workshop was OK....I had fun!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;" Jessica Alba... now hot in Taylor's" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_81" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_82" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; was shaking his head..and I was laughing very hard.. SS...then of course...I met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_83" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_84" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qi's&lt;/span&gt; girlfriend today. She was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_85" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;So yea...that's basically what happened... oh yea...one thing I haven't mention about...I'm officially the best target to be bullied...the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_86" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; class full of guys gang up on me and came up with this column in our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_87" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; page called : " V-Ki's Amusing Musing"....the faggots were planning to have a franchise &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_88" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;selling&lt;/span&gt; my quotes printed on T-Shirts...and the quotes aren't even that funny.. However, I do like the name...I even came out with the name VAMPIRE ...V-Ki's Amusing Musing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_89" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emPIRE&lt;/span&gt;...What will I do without crazy classmates/ bodyguards??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission of this month: Buy that shirt that says "GIRLS RULES BOYS DROOLS" and wear it to college...then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_90" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;camwhore&lt;/span&gt; with every guy in the class....wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...one more thing...notice my title??? The reason why I need bubble milk tea everyday is because...It's my anti-stress potion...I need it to survive!!Thank god for placing a bubble tea shop right in front of Taylor's...It's a lifesaver...TAKEAWAY ROCKS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-302694958321888416?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/302694958321888416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=302694958321888416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/302694958321888416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/302694958321888416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-bubble-milk-tea-everyday.html' title='I need bubble milk tea everyday!!'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-9181508292685399024</id><published>2010-03-23T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:04:56.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$ Money</title><content type='html'>Here's something to think about...I'm in a blogging mood today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;How much do you spend on your personal school project??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?? My spending on personal school projects are insane!! So, the most I spent on is on my art project last year... I spent nearly up to RM 200... Now what brought up this topic?? ESL la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far. I wasted about RM40 di...Because I signed up to be a member of the MPPJ library to use the freaking damn facility there and I spent RM12 on the Photostatting shit today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what's the point of me being a member when I'm going off to Australia next year. Yerr...waste of money... Geram Geram...Shitty project that I have to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...my anger is released...You can continue with your normal life now and out of my Drama-drama mood swing world.. Thanks for reading the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;psycho &lt;/span&gt;murderer blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-9181508292685399024?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/9181508292685399024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=9181508292685399024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/9181508292685399024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/9181508292685399024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/03/money.html' title='$$$ Money'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-3501393223894135060</id><published>2010-03-23T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:57:56.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I nearly Died!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;..I just came back from my first experience &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DRIVING &lt;/span&gt;on the road.&lt;br /&gt;My legs are still shaking now...Damn those people who horned me...Go to Hell!!&lt;br /&gt;At least I only had like 3 horns only...people are quite nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, although this is like my 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; lesson..I still can't quite relax my muscles..My instructor was once again pissed off with me   &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" Driving is suppose to be relaxing!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, it's not for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I prefer cycling...It's so easy!! Seriously...everyone, listen to me and cycle!! Together we can bring the car nation down...That way, I don't have to drive anymore...PLEASE!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I beg you to!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...today I just drove around the DJ and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Megah&lt;/span&gt; area...I was sweating all the way...and my brain was super numb...couldn't think straight... I was very blur case and quite duh- duh... Didn't know what was happening...It was a miracle how anyone is still alive...and I didn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mati&lt;/span&gt; engine!! Nearly but didn't!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;!! In your face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite proud of one thing that happened today actually...I didn't stop at the last red light!! Wee!! He was like...&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok..You can drive home now"&lt;/span&gt;...and I was like:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; " Really?? "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*ZOOM!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lolxx&lt;/span&gt;...I seriously have major issues with driving... I keep thinking I'll die!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I dunno if I'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; get my licence... Maybe if I keep failing, my parents won't send me to learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Plan for the year:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Keep failing driving test until parents give up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today not only did I went for driving la..I also tried to do some work for my ESL project in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MPPJ&lt;/span&gt; library...this reminds me so much of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seni&lt;/span&gt; Project...so long and annoying...Which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reminds&lt;/span&gt; me...I got back my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seni&lt;/span&gt; Project!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...I went back to DU and manage to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Encik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Megat&lt;/span&gt; to remember me and hand me back my project...oh ho ho...it is so going to be in my folio for submission for the portfolio I'm sending over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RMIT&lt;/span&gt; as application into the university!! &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;It's so awesome!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Encik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Megat&lt;/span&gt; was proud of me..haha...&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A+ for seni in a freaking science class&lt;/span&gt;...Although he's a kinda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;miang&lt;/span&gt; teacher...but I like him!! He extended my due date..for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LONGG&lt;/span&gt;!! Because my freaking project failed quite a number of times...Refer to last year's post for the long story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I ROCK SHIT!!&lt;/span&gt; I didn't even know I can draw things like that...It's just crazy to see again...My dad wanna frame it up... the first time my parents wanna frame something I draw up. lolxxx... Such an honour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;:D  I'm a happy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-3501393223894135060?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/3501393223894135060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=3501393223894135060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/3501393223894135060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/3501393223894135060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-nearly-died.html' title='I nearly Died!!!'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-6747548887178107898</id><published>2010-03-21T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:54:52.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ただ君を愛してる</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ただ君を愛してる - Tada Kimi no Aishiteru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;この映画わほんとにため!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;宮崎　あおい　-Aoi Miyazaki-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbHxS2EuI/AAAAAAAABs8/qsOpaZKyRVU/s1600-h/TADA7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451003850539799266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbHxS2EuI/AAAAAAAABs8/qsOpaZKyRVU/s320/TADA7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbHtQeZcI/AAAAAAAABs0/GDLnj-WVOnk/s1600-h/TADA8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451003849456117186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbHtQeZcI/AAAAAAAABs0/GDLnj-WVOnk/s320/TADA8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbI6_nObI/AAAAAAAABtU/3aduCJJL0XU/s1600-h/TADA4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451003870323358130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbI6_nObI/AAAAAAAABtU/3aduCJJL0XU/s320/TADA4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbIePKkhI/AAAAAAAABtE/t4QYLWjepNM/s1600-h/TADA6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451003862603960850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbIePKkhI/AAAAAAAABtE/t4QYLWjepNM/s320/TADA6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbST5bDtI/AAAAAAAABtc/8d9Vu_E_c-U/s1600-h/TADA3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451004031627103954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbST5bDtI/AAAAAAAABtc/8d9Vu_E_c-U/s320/TADA3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;玉木　宏　- Hiroshi Tamaki-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbS_QxCcI/AAAAAAAABtk/C7-l_WIraMo/s1600-h/TADA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451004043267738050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbS_QxCcI/AAAAAAAABtk/C7-l_WIraMo/s320/TADA2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbIpEs3SI/AAAAAAAABtM/Ut2QeifkYBc/s1600-h/TADA5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451003865512860962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbIpEs3SI/AAAAAAAABtM/Ut2QeifkYBc/s320/TADA5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;この映画わほのとにため。映画の宮崎　あおいかわいいです！すべての日本の女優わためでう!　どうして？わたしはわかりません!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kono ega wa honto ni tame. Ega no Aoi Miyazaki wa kawai desu! Subete no nihon no joyuu wa tame desu! Doushite? Watashi wa wakarimasen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This movie is really good and Aoi Miyazaki is really pretty. All Japanese actresses are so good! Why?? I really don't understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Must be some special training they give to the actress.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-6747548887178107898?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/6747548887178107898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=6747548887178107898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6747548887178107898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6747548887178107898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/03/tada-kimi-no-aishiteru-aoi-miyazaki.html' title='ただ君を愛してる'/><author><name>VKi1012</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275444271853297315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6XbHxS2EuI/AAAAAAAABs8/qsOpaZKyRVU/s72-c/TADA7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-4087351385737280714</id><published>2010-03-21T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:35:49.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new blog!!</title><content type='html'>Well, people, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have a freaking new blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, go check it out... It's linked to this blog...&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have a new blog?? The reason is written there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, in this post, I wanna tell you a few things about this current blog and my new blog, just to let you know a bit about the two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;.b&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;g&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;.c&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;...the name is from the very beginning!! I don't know how I came up with it, but I just love it so much and it's easy to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lynnette&lt;/span&gt; helped me out with the blog for some time at the very beginning, until I got the hang of it and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TADAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ever since then I've been blogging. Although not very often, but at least it's something. In this blog, I mostly blog about my life, my complains, my whining, my thoughts and opinions on things...It's like a public diary..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lolxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; actually read it... but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...never leave comment one... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got spammed once or twice but hey, no hard feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have to say about this blog is the uniqueness of it...I bet some of you guys didn't notice &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE THEME OF THE BLOG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought it was quite creative la...Not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;?? Refer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Below are the true meaning behind those gadgets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Machine Gun: Continuous, so it's like a chatter box that never stops...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Alibi: The people to prove I'm "innocent"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Solved cases: Basically means the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, it matched the theme of "murderer"...haha...so cute!! *&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sorry la, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perasan&lt;/span&gt; a bit&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the things you have to know about the new blog..&lt;br /&gt;It is called &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Coffeehunter.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually came up with a bunch of names when I started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cookiemurderer&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coffeehunter&lt;/span&gt; is one of them...&lt;br /&gt;I had names like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lollipop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Licker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- Vanilla Digger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Chocolate Fanatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Ice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kacang&lt;/span&gt; Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...yeap...so cute right?? But I still liked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cookiemurderer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lollipoplicker&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coffeehunter&lt;/span&gt; the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing about this new blog is that it's going to be filled with randomness...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to blog about pictures, photos, video, books, fashion and other stuff as such..It's like a mini magazine. So, if you're like Justin who do not appreciate my good effort, please don't visit the new blog. Other than that, I also don't advise you to if you're not a frequent magazine reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the most unique place about this blog is that, it's in &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;different languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, now that you know about both the blogs, I shall let you know one last thing before I finish up this long-winded post, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cookiemurderer&lt;/span&gt; is still going to be my main blog so continue visiting please!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-4087351385737280714?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/4087351385737280714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=4087351385737280714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/4087351385737280714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/4087351385737280714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-new-blog.html' title='I have a new blog!!'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-4350499057014035651</id><published>2010-03-21T01:19:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:55:16.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub That Genie Lamp</title><content type='html'>Here's a dumb question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;IF YOU WERE GIVEN A CHANCE TO HAVE A SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Isn't that interesting??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so many choices to pick from..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this would be interesting though....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TELEKINESIS&lt;/span&gt;!! WEE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6UkW3oMbzI/AAAAAAAABsA/Bh8wWtu0xzc/s1600-h/random+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450802899310112562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6UkW3oMbzI/AAAAAAAABsA/Bh8wWtu0xzc/s320/random+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fly stone....FLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lolxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...It would be the coolest thing ever when I don't even have to get up and go downstairs to get a glass of water for myself..I can be super lazy and still get things done...ain't that superb?? The best thing is when I can lift heavy objects such as cars and throw at anyone who tries to bully me!! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NO MORE BULLIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then of course, who could forget the very cool power of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MIND READING&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6WxxS0ZVXI/AAAAAAAABsQ/5ByorDVW_fM/s1600-h/random3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450958384425162098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6WxxS0ZVXI/AAAAAAAABsQ/5ByorDVW_fM/s320/random3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love to know what really goes through people's mind... like &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Edward Cullen in Twilight&lt;/span&gt;.. Although I hate the movie, I do love the book... It would really be cool if I could look into people's mind and see what they really think. Although it might hurt like shit to know if they're lying, but that way you would know who your true friend is. Besides that, not only can you look into people's mind, you can edit their memory... Consider the situation below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A(Anonymous): Hey V-Ki, did you finish your assignment already??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;V : Oh no!!! I forgot to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;T(Teacher): Please hand in your assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;V: *buzz buzz buzz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A: *Hands in assignment*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;T: What is this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A: Assignment??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;T: When did I say need to do??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tada&lt;/span&gt;!! Wee.....that will seriously be so cool...&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MEMORY MANIPULATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, maybe being a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;SHAPE SHIFTERS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;would be cool too...Imagine...You &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;being anyone in the world at any time you want!!&lt;/span&gt; I can be &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Barrack Obama&lt;/span&gt; for a day, maybe be &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a day, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/span&gt; for a day then maybe a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cat&lt;/span&gt; for a day...WEE... Just like &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Professor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mcgonagall in Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6WyMscIyUI/AAAAAAAABsY/kpos6r957-c/s1600-h/random6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450958855159204162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6WyMscIyUI/AAAAAAAABsY/kpos6r957-c/s320/random6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey hey... the list is never ending.. What about having &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;FORCE FIELDS&lt;/span&gt;?? like Violet from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Incredibles&lt;/span&gt;?? So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fantastico&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6W5nyeNIgI/AAAAAAAABsg/SoCPRSsF1Y4/s1600-h/random7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450967017216352770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6W5nyeNIgI/AAAAAAAABsg/SoCPRSsF1Y4/s320/random7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another cool one...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEALING ABILITY&lt;/span&gt;....Imagine yourself never dying? I would love that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6UkVtcX77I/AAAAAAAABrw/IAUoDDA3y4s/s1600-h/random5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450802879396310962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6UkVtcX77I/AAAAAAAABrw/IAUoDDA3y4s/s320/random5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...then what else &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;?? Maybe I can also be like &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Zack from the Sky High movie&lt;/span&gt; and Glow in the dark...WEE!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Time travelling, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teleportation&lt;/span&gt;, Super speed...&lt;/span&gt; You name it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6W9o_guV8I/AAAAAAAABso/zf_OPnMvoqs/s1600-h/random8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450971435942959042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6W9o_guV8I/AAAAAAAABso/zf_OPnMvoqs/s320/random8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone will pick differently what they want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, honestly, I guess my very first choice would have to be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;INVISIBILITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the cheeky girl I am, anyone would expect me to pick this superpower...I mean duh?? I love to spy don't I?? Everyone loves to spy... Imagine me go playing pranks on people and eavesdropping.. it's so totally me!! Wee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6UkVAU4G0I/AAAAAAAABro/Z1XVd9lU6Ik/s1600-h/random2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450802867285269314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6UkVAU4G0I/AAAAAAAABro/Z1XVd9lU6Ik/s320/random2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's Just So Totally Me...&lt;/span&gt;Look!! That just me..right over there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-4350499057014035651?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/4350499057014035651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=4350499057014035651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/4350499057014035651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/4350499057014035651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/03/rub-that-genie-lamp.html' title='Rub That Genie Lamp'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S6UkW3oMbzI/AAAAAAAABsA/Bh8wWtu0xzc/s72-c/random+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-4686349593112041943</id><published>2010-03-20T01:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:18:07.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee....</title><content type='html'>I'm happily surviving in S3 until today...&lt;br /&gt;Ming Hui's departure has officially spoiled my day...I'll be the only girl left with a bunch of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jakoonas&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;A bit scared to know what's going to happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW...I know it'll still have an element of fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I mean look at the bright side, since the ratio of my class is basically 1:20, I get to bully 20 guys at once. Isn't that superb?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..I just checked my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; class page just now, they agreed to put their girl names as their positions so ahhaha....wee...so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ryanna&lt;/span&gt; sounds nice but it's not an existing name so...Ryan shall have the name Brianna...Cause it sounds like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ryanna&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways I shall blog about what happened the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposal of going to the zoo excited me as I thought it was quite a cool idea, but some of them didn't think so, so I guess it was a stupid idea &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;. Things I come out with...maybe they're just lame. =( Anyways, it really don't matter because when I found out the rates, the idea has has to go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed idea and decided to go on a tour of KL instead of the zoo. Actually it was a good idea too, because some of them had not seen KL yet so...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vikram&lt;/span&gt; just somehow officially became the organiser, which was a good thing because it makes things falls in places and became much easier and organised. The only problem is his small talks in between the briefing is kinda long-winded. My dad was furious because I came out about 15 minutes late and was like scolding me: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" You know you have driving lesson some more come out so slow...".&lt;/span&gt; So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;marah&lt;/span&gt;, don't care la. So when I reach home, instructor already there, so started driving lesson immediately although I was about to sleep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-___- &lt;/span&gt;so tired... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mati&lt;/span&gt; engine once, because I was too sleepy and wasn't paying attention.&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; I think he was pissed with me, but I don't really care &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was quite screwed for IT...I don't know what I was doing and to make matters even worse, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; was laughing at me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yerrr&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geram&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;betul&lt;/span&gt;... So then the only interesting thing that happened today was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Felina&lt;/span&gt; came over to Taylor's to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tumpang&lt;/span&gt; Joanne's car back, she was very hot so she was like: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"I very hot la, can I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tumpang&lt;/span&gt; your class for air conditioner?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Sure, come la, but beware you know, got colour wolf (not the exact phrase but something like that)"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"never mind, just need air conditioner only...."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...but the time she was standing inside IT lab, all the guys was like&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; *grin grin*&lt;/span&gt; especially Andrew.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-___- &lt;/span&gt;the worst part was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;F: Eh, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ehe&lt;/span&gt;, your class got hot guys or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;V: Where got? You see la, got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;J: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Felina&lt;/span&gt;, is that the only thing you look for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;F: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; see only ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;V: Then which one, you tell me? The green shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;F: Yea, yea, I wanted to say that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;V: Yea, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;memang&lt;/span&gt; la that one, then who else, who else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;F: The black shirt one also not bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;V: &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*Looks over*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Several black shirt dude)&lt;/span&gt; Which one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;F: At the corner one, but a bit small boy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt; his look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;V: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*nearly choke* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think you better go...your eyes a bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;... BYE BYE! Go send Joanne off yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"green shirt one"&lt;/span&gt; referred to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt;. This one normal la, with his Korean looks, he's a favourite, but then.....the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"black shirt one"&lt;/span&gt;...NO COMMENT...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today suppose to be a happy day. Taylor's off for stupid reason and we were going for our first class trip ever!! But then...something just have to happen...curse myself for having stomach ache in the morning. All the research I done on those places we were visiting...wasted! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yerr&lt;/span&gt;...how I hate myself..Then after I ate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;panadol&lt;/span&gt; and went to sleep, I woke up at about 10.00 and was feeling better buy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;not all&lt;/span&gt; that well yet. I took the opportunity to go back to school to get all my results certified and everything to end for remarking and then ate lunch. I then proceed back to Taylor's to see if I can help with anything but by the time I went back, they were already done with their tour. I mean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai's&lt;/span&gt; team and Jenn's Team la. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vikram&lt;/span&gt; I presume is still enjoying pestering the tourists in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Putrajaya&lt;/span&gt;, so being the chicken as I am, I push aside my errand ( enquire about Taylor's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scholarship&lt;/span&gt;) and went to the web to try to work on my database. There, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aiyo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; bullied by Andrew and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know your IT very good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok?&lt;/span&gt; no need to laugh at me!!&lt;/span&gt; But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; la, they helped me a bit... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a bit only&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;... I managed to finish it and there goes another day. Time just pass so fast... At night, I was cramming my brain for things to write on the detailed outline for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; project. I suck..I thought just a bit only but turns out to be quite a lot... I'm a loser... I worked till 2 am, then cannot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;, then went to sleep.. I'm really getting damn old. I used to stay up the whole night not sleeping just to study and go to school. Oh well, What to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished my detailed outline at 7am... I woke up at 5 something to do...&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This better be worth it!!&lt;/span&gt; So today I was quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; despite the fact that everyone was in high spirits. (Because of Michael &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chao&lt;/span&gt; Video) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lolxx&lt;/span&gt;... I was sad because it was Ming Hui's last day.... I'm going to be the only one girl &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Last Girl Standing)&lt;/span&gt; left to finish the computer engineering combination of the South &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Australian&lt;/span&gt; M&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;atriculation&lt;/span&gt; course (Jan Intake) I mean...How pathetic is that?? So first Ryan, Beat , then Michael and Ming Hui.. How sad is that??. I don't know how to answer that. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Maybe I'm the one who jinxed the people to go....am I?? am I???&lt;/span&gt; Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan : started to get close then boom!! Gone...&lt;br /&gt;Beat: quite close &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;...then boom!! Gone...&lt;br /&gt;Michael: brother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; then boom!! Gone...&lt;br /&gt;Ming Hui: only girl left with me then boom!! Gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, no doubt, it's me... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-4686349593112041943?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/4686349593112041943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=4686349593112041943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/4686349593112041943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/4686349593112041943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/03/wee.html' title='Wee....'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-2157997553069741151</id><published>2010-03-14T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:41:44.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The random two things I just need to blog about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The List of Beautiful Names:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Andrew = Andrea&lt;br /&gt;2) Chin Wai = Wai Wai&lt;br /&gt;3) Vikram = Vikramisha (Misha)&lt;br /&gt;4) Jeremy = Jerlene&lt;br /&gt;5) Fariz = Farizah&lt;br /&gt;6) Mun Keat = Keatleen&lt;br /&gt;7) Jenn Hwan = Jenny&lt;br /&gt;8) Kheng Yu = Kelly&lt;br /&gt;9) Chris = Christina (Akugila)&lt;br /&gt;10) Ehsan = I forgotten...Sonia or something..should be Sandra or something&lt;br /&gt;11) Victor = Victoria&lt;br /&gt;12) Jun Hann = Honey (Hani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Potential Names:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo Kun should be Qi qi (SK-II Model/Spokeperson: his initials!!)&lt;br /&gt;Huey Teck should be Tila Tequila (Teck-ila) OMG..sexy!! lol&lt;br /&gt;Jun Yi should be June Yee (sounds girly to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still can't think of any names for Hwee Sing, Weng Hoe, Siam Seng and Mr. Woon :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is quite Frustrating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Err...OK....what's the second thing I wanted to blog about again?? I forgotten..ARGHHH!! Oh yea... I think it was related to Justin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That bastard!! He said my blog wasn't interesting..As if blogging about a man with two penis is interesting?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Go eat shit Justin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So... Very Interesting, I'm now getting bullied everyday by the guys in my class... They came up with this "Quote of the Day" which is so so annoying shit!! Yeerr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hope they won't start writng my quote of the day on my blog to spam it...or else I'll be doomed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-2157997553069741151?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/2157997553069741151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=2157997553069741151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/2157997553069741151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/2157997553069741151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-two-things-i-just-need-to-blog.html' title='The random two things I just need to blog about'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-8185499384551584766</id><published>2010-03-12T21:52:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:26:31.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 &amp; 12 of March 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11 March 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the long-awaited dooms day!! I was feeling nothing until nearing 9.30am. It was then where my stomach started to make funny noises. Before I left for school, I packed up my old SPM books and notes to bring along with me to sell to Huey Jing... and in the process, I notice something very unusual. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I have colours, pictures, diagrams, tables, and everything under the sun in my notes&lt;/span&gt;. Funny thing is I don't remember any of them. I wonder where did I find the time to do all of the stuff..It's no wonder why I always complain I don't have time to study... OBSERVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My notes always got colour one...I wonder who borrowed me those highlighters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vh4QwDrkI/AAAAAAAABrg/dFpxC6jVfHc/s1600-h/DSC08216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448196530920205890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vh4QwDrkI/AAAAAAAABrg/dFpxC6jVfHc/s320/DSC08216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biology notes : The Skeletal System (Yeap..I got too much time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vh3dYVbaI/AAAAAAAABrY/7uDpV-AdPnI/s1600-h/DSC08221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448196517130497442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vh3dYVbaI/AAAAAAAABrY/7uDpV-AdPnI/s320/DSC08221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huey Jing's sister better appreciate what I gave her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vh3DUPj3I/AAAAAAAABrQ/1j_nSrlqMqM/s1600-h/DSC08223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448196510134013810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vh3DUPj3I/AAAAAAAABrQ/1j_nSrlqMqM/s320/DSC08223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...even test paper oso I draw so nice. They didn't even ask me to draw!! No wonder I can never finish my test paper on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vh2f2X3WI/AAAAAAAABrI/jlStcboFm0s/s1600-h/DSC08230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448196500613487970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vh2f2X3WI/AAAAAAAABrI/jlStcboFm0s/s320/DSC08230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History Notes... although it's so colourful, I still fall asleep reading it.. Why ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vejfCYbaI/AAAAAAAABrA/x1ye3ob_fz0/s1600-h/DSC08234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448192875443023266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vejfCYbaI/AAAAAAAABrA/x1ye3ob_fz0/s320/DSC08234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. boy...I'm crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vejOGbZgI/AAAAAAAABq4/zO152yEjwrA/s1600-h/DSC08238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448192870896592386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vejOGbZgI/AAAAAAAABq4/zO152yEjwrA/s320/DSC08238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My essay book. Pn. Shalini is the best english teacher ever! She asked us to write the weirdest things for essay: 1) Organ donor 2) Valentine's Day 3) King of Pop, MJ's death, 4) A ghostly encounter... But ever since college, english has been dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5veiZBOfYI/AAAAAAAABqw/DZFi3D1wfWw/s1600-h/DSC08242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448192856647695746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5veiZBOfYI/AAAAAAAABqw/DZFi3D1wfWw/s320/DSC08242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... good illustration, not good essay. lolxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5veh1L2XjI/AAAAAAAABqo/6Ry5pDuIjA0/s1600-h/DSC08249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448192847028575794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5veh1L2XjI/AAAAAAAABqo/6Ry5pDuIjA0/s320/DSC08249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my maths book got colour...oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vWVxKrr0I/AAAAAAAABqg/-6ZKfsPYiY0/s1600-h/DSC08250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448183843698487106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vWVxKrr0I/AAAAAAAABqg/-6ZKfsPYiY0/s320/DSC08250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...every page has a line at the side. I miss drawing those lines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vWVv1BNII/AAAAAAAABqY/Qbkvb5aF3z0/s1600-h/DSC08252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448183843339187330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vWVv1BNII/AAAAAAAABqY/Qbkvb5aF3z0/s320/DSC08252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moral notes... colourful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vWUnWc69I/AAAAAAAABqQ/HTX1XWJRN3c/s1600-h/DSC08253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448183823883627474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vWUnWc69I/AAAAAAAABqQ/HTX1XWJRN3c/s320/DSC08253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, I reached school with my mini skirt and 2 big bags of books...in heels!! I was awaiting anxiously with my friends. and then of course, we had a crappy talk by Pn. Norsham, then result time!! When I looked at my results, the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;first thing I did was scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I didn't fail my sejarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; OMG...that was the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wow moment&lt;/span&gt;!! Then I went to look at the rest of the results, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was quite happy with myself considering how much I slacked in class&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I passed everything!!&lt;/span&gt; I went straight outside to call my mum and told her the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"good news"&lt;/span&gt; apparently, after that call, I was quite upset. She didn't say anything nice to me and said: " 7 only?? " &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OMG... what else does she want from me??&lt;/span&gt; So then nevermind la, I go celebrate with my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road I walk everyday to tuition: I miss it. We walked to the tuition centre. No photos yet, but will post up once I get hold of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vWUUuSnsI/AAAAAAAABqI/cuSXaLWkeXE/s1600-h/DSC08258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448183818883342018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vWUUuSnsI/AAAAAAAABqI/cuSXaLWkeXE/s320/DSC08258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically after that, the whole bunch of us went to OU to enjoy ourself and had a great time!! wee!! I'm glad I take a day off and went back. Those people that didn't go back missed out on the experience and the drama-drama in between. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;12 March 2010 - Jenny's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after yesterday afternoon of hanging with my friends, when I got back home...kena from parents. They were telling me how well my cousin scored and how I could have scored better if I studied harder. My aunt was so right... she sent an sms to me from Australia saying this: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" Congratulations and well done. But I know it's not enough for your mother"&lt;/span&gt; How very true. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SEE?? EVEN HER OWN SISTER SAY THAT...DOES THAT MEAN SOMETHING??&lt;/span&gt; Anyhow..I was quite emo after that and so that morning..I also emo..but then as the day proceed, I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Woon's class: Andrew pretending to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vUvLZ66jI/AAAAAAAABqA/NYhzYN1Mh9k/s1600-h/DSC08266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448182081215195698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vUvLZ66jI/AAAAAAAABqA/NYhzYN1Mh9k/s320/DSC08266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwee Sing the Dai Ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vUuuKvfCI/AAAAAAAABp4/8wlvXZLn1g4/s1600-h/DSC08271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448182073366903842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vUuuKvfCI/AAAAAAAABp4/8wlvXZLn1g4/s320/DSC08271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fariza: NO.1 WOMANISER (the rojak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vUuIs5DYI/AAAAAAAABpw/DkFsiHP5O-4/s1600-h/DSC08272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448182063309589890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vUuIs5DYI/AAAAAAAABpw/DkFsiHP5O-4/s320/DSC08272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehsan took my camera and took pictures of them modelling: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAIL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vUtYxdl_I/AAAAAAAABpo/CUlwRbANe4k/s1600-h/DSC08276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448182050443859954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vUtYxdl_I/AAAAAAAABpo/CUlwRbANe4k/s320/DSC08276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Woon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vSaACZSmI/AAAAAAAABpg/Md-joFmbvZg/s1600-h/DSC08277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448179518363224674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vSaACZSmI/AAAAAAAABpg/Md-joFmbvZg/s320/DSC08277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy can't go anywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vSZrrkqZI/AAAAAAAABpY/yGB9BmeM03A/s1600-h/DSC08279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448179512898791826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vSZrrkqZI/AAAAAAAABpY/yGB9BmeM03A/s320/DSC08279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since it was Jenny's birthday, we let him decide where to eat. We went "MC'D" lolxxx..Beatrice and I thought MED is MC'D lolxxx..what?? it looks like it in the signboard. lolxx.. when we were there, coincidentally, we met Pei Nee's class people. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Joanne, Kong Yao, Ming Xian and Pei Nee&lt;/span&gt; was the only 4 person I know in that table. Haha. Just nice... Pei Nee always wanted to see my classmates. So I pointed out everyone to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Jenny and Ehsan camwhoring with the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vSY_aiATI/AAAAAAAABpQ/YTsjkZaTwug/s1600-h/DSC08280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448179501016154418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vSY_aiATI/AAAAAAAABpQ/YTsjkZaTwug/s320/DSC08280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram, the purpose of counting 123 is not to show off I know maths but for you to not blink!! When you hear "two", please pop out your eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vPzxL6AkI/AAAAAAAABpI/bydOMVpTeiM/s1600-h/DSC08282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448176662518301250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vPzxL6AkI/AAAAAAAABpI/bydOMVpTeiM/s320/DSC08282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in front of Big Ben!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vPzDEBTRI/AAAAAAAABpA/yJIC5GGUi94/s1600-h/DSC08283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448176650137193746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vPzDEBTRI/AAAAAAAABpA/yJIC5GGUi94/s320/DSC08283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christina Akugila!! hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vPyzT7BzI/AAAAAAAABo4/PcF9auUHp3M/s1600-h/DSC08285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448176645908924210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vPyzT7BzI/AAAAAAAABo4/PcF9auUHp3M/s320/DSC08285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my share of the chocolate..Fantastic!! Thank you Jenny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vPyTifUjI/AAAAAAAABow/Qsb5zUS2e7A/s1600-h/DSC08286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448176637380088370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vPyTifUjI/AAAAAAAABow/Qsb5zUS2e7A/s320/DSC08286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Present!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vOZOxzcpI/AAAAAAAABoo/maOxA7a7Q_8/s1600-h/DSC08287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448175107093787282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vOZOxzcpI/AAAAAAAABoo/maOxA7a7Q_8/s320/DSC08287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris's drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vOYtl24rI/AAAAAAAABog/1oF2b7j25Pc/s1600-h/DSC08289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448175098185310898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vOYtl24rI/AAAAAAAABog/1oF2b7j25Pc/s320/DSC08289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww....EHSAN, JEREMY and ANDREW..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vOYOdKUzI/AAAAAAAABoY/R0ezoW4F1Z0/s1600-h/DSC08290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448175089827337010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vOYOdKUzI/AAAAAAAABoY/R0ezoW4F1Z0/s320/DSC08290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the time college was over, they all decided that they want to be awake and we all went Sunway Pyramid with high spirit!! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;That's how they are whenever they heard the word "play" and then all their worries and whining will magically vanished&lt;/span&gt; (Andrew's magic word is "girls")...lolxx..me, ming hui and Chris arrived there first. I was looking at the skating rink...SO tempted to go!! but then the guys don't wanna go because they're afraid of falling flat on their face... &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;CHICKEN!!&lt;/span&gt; So then Ming Hui left to go find her friend and I was left to walk around with chris...I wanted to go shopping so Chris left me alone.. I found shoes!! But then no size!! &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Screw that shop.&lt;/span&gt; After that, I was suppose to meet them at TGIF, but &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I got lost&lt;/span&gt; and met Wai Wai halfway. So then we went TGIF together. Haha. I was making a lot of funny remarks but then Misha don't remembers them...too bad Misha!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had a good time with the guys. :) &lt;/span&gt;They're fun to hang out with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, after our crazy lunch, we went bowling. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my first time bowling and it was...interesting....haha...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lots of crotch grabbing going on and a lot of shoe throwing&lt;/span&gt;...OMG...I really love the ASS TREE (S3)... hahaha... I wouldn't trade anything for it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerlene's sexy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vOXkhabnI/AAAAAAAABoQ/eJUs5vK2PBI/s1600-h/DSC08301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448175078570880626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vOXkhabnI/AAAAAAAABoQ/eJUs5vK2PBI/s320/DSC08301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooo...Getting COZY are we?? (Misha and Andrea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vMXYD7mGI/AAAAAAAABoI/beqSLGBEjOA/s1600-h/DSC08304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448172876202743906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vMXYD7mGI/AAAAAAAABoI/beqSLGBEjOA/s320/DSC08304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro-Bowler Ehsan... with the pink bubblegum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vMXP8-3rI/AAAAAAAABoA/ptlN8W4Ib3g/s1600-h/DSC08308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448172874026114738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vMXP8-3rI/AAAAAAAABoA/ptlN8W4Ib3g/s320/DSC08308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...look at Jer's face... He look so happy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vMWs-koFI/AAAAAAAABn4/F1P885yeKL0/s1600-h/DSC08310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448172864637542482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vMWs-koFI/AAAAAAAABn4/F1P885yeKL0/s320/DSC08310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farizah!! What's making you smile ar?? Must be Andrea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vMWMpiomI/AAAAAAAABnw/BEFi-sdYWWg/s1600-h/DSC08315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448172855959396962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vMWMpiomI/AAAAAAAABnw/BEFi-sdYWWg/s320/DSC08315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vMVe0ASaI/AAAAAAAABno/dLrV1Qh7xkE/s1600-h/DSC08316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448172843655252386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vMVe0ASaI/AAAAAAAABno/dLrV1Qh7xkE/s320/DSC08316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU TWO ARE CAUGHT TOGETHER AGAIN!! Andrea!! Don't be a two timer!! I know you love Misha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vIvdWT7uI/AAAAAAAABng/C4zavYrC4bo/s1600-h/DSC08317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448168891892362978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vIvdWT7uI/AAAAAAAABng/C4zavYrC4bo/s320/DSC08317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ehsan's recycle T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vIvJyMwWI/AAAAAAAABnY/jsYX9uSGQsM/s1600-h/DSC08319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448168886640623970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vIvJyMwWI/AAAAAAAABnY/jsYX9uSGQsM/s320/DSC08319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...Ehsan!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vIuOute2I/AAAAAAAABnQ/z0j6DHf7wpU/s1600-h/DSC08327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448168870788299618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vIuOute2I/AAAAAAAABnQ/z0j6DHf7wpU/s320/DSC08327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!! Ada pose for strike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vItzC2MnI/AAAAAAAABnI/_tukrpwR6P4/s1600-h/DSC08329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448168863356564082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vItzC2MnI/AAAAAAAABnI/_tukrpwR6P4/s320/DSC08329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misha's new name: THE GUTTER KING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vItLAnAMI/AAAAAAAABnA/sT9Dtm6msAQ/s1600-h/DSC08330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448168852609761474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vItLAnAMI/AAAAAAAABnA/sT9Dtm6msAQ/s320/DSC08330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wai wai bowling will cross leg one wor...hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vD_xSj8BI/AAAAAAAABm4/y2xDKtVrIjE/s1600-h/DSC08341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448163674565111826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vD_xSj8BI/AAAAAAAABm4/y2xDKtVrIjE/s320/DSC08341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fariza confronting Misha about Andrea... the LOVE TRIANGLE!! (I really should go into script writing!! I can make something out of nothing!! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;STROKE OF GENIUS!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vD_fZxlUI/AAAAAAAABmw/t9U5em0k9CM/s1600-h/DSC08347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448163669763528002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vD_fZxlUI/AAAAAAAABmw/t9U5em0k9CM/s320/DSC08347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EHSAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vD_CcktlI/AAAAAAAABmo/IzBQMXTW7HU/s1600-h/DSC08350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448163661990639186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vD_CcktlI/AAAAAAAABmo/IzBQMXTW7HU/s320/DSC08350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrea...why you bowl and hold your shoe???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vD-q0fWNI/AAAAAAAABmg/Q-8SHHYZXeE/s1600-h/DSC08352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448163655648499922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vD-q0fWNI/AAAAAAAABmg/Q-8SHHYZXeE/s320/DSC08352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the disturbing game, Jerlene offered to send some of us, including me back, so off we go!! I was stuffed between Misha and Chris...wee!! Imagine what my mum will say... I can't imagine...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Jam!!&lt;/span&gt; Fail of the day: wanna take more pictures, NO BATTERY!! There was also the other fail of the day!! Even with the GPS, Jer still got us lost... But I managed to get home save and soundly nearing 8pm?? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All in all, a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448163647879050370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vD-N4G9II/AAAAAAAABmY/gJ2gMhiKImE/s320/DSC08354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: If you are wondering why are they having girly names like Wai wai and Misha, it was because I was bored and needed more "girl friend" in my class.. Henceforth I gave them girl names... the best part?? I also have a term for the group: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JAKOONAS!!&lt;/span&gt; oooo...SEXAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-8185499384551584766?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/8185499384551584766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=8185499384551584766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/8185499384551584766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/8185499384551584766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/03/11-12-of-march-2010.html' title='11 &amp; 12 of March 2010'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S5vh4QwDrkI/AAAAAAAABrg/dFpxC6jVfHc/s72-c/DSC08216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-6042840650620546157</id><published>2010-03-11T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:03:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The disappointing fall into darkness</title><content type='html'>Today was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SPM result day&lt;/span&gt;. I did sucky, that's all I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly me, but my mum mainly.&lt;br /&gt;She sounded so annoyed and disappointed with me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to talk to her...&lt;br /&gt;It's a very sad thing.... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*depress*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was given news that I did made it to the callbacks for the Performing Arts Society of Taylor's. I was quite happy but...&lt;br /&gt;All because of today. Everything was gone. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Poof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my mum decided not to let me join anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dumb SPM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed now. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-6042840650620546157?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/6042840650620546157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=6042840650620546157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6042840650620546157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6042840650620546157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/03/disappointing-fall-into-darkness.html' title='The disappointing fall into darkness'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-4080664847713771938</id><published>2010-03-06T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T02:59:28.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster Ride</title><content type='html'>I'm really starting to get annoying... Hell yea!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. This week was Hell for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Monday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;went to the dentist&lt;/span&gt; and apparently came back with bad news where the dentist said I might need to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;do a surgery to remove my wisdom tooth&lt;/span&gt;. I'm weird, wisdom tooth coming out so fast one?? Anyways, he said I might need to endure a whole lotta pain for the coming months, I mean hell, it's already hurting like shit so far, I wonder how painful it's going to be as time pass. It's very swollen and it hurts whenever I chew. That's why these days I've receive more scoldings from my brother more than ever:" EAT FASTER!!" Yerr...annoying fellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tuesday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;screwed my driving&lt;/span&gt;...I was still damn tense... I wonder if I'll ever get the damn thing...especially when I nearly got bang again and got scolded for not stoping when I'm not suppose to stop...ok...I shouldn't complain  so much...so I should like stop now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Wednesday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my effort of going all the way to the other Taylor's campus (Leisure Commerce Square), &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I failed miserably at my attempt of making into the performing arts society&lt;/span&gt;. It was a dumbe choice to sleep for only 4 hours the night before your audition...the comment from the director was: &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;" You were better the last time we saw you, today you seem like you have no energy."&lt;/span&gt; Well duh! I didn't have lunch I studied quite a bit and I cracked my brain during spec maths and tried to memorise the damn long script that I have. Oh well...that was actually not the worst part...The worst part was the group audition. Man, &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;do girls have to be a bitch to get what they want?&lt;/span&gt; They deformed my shoe and pushed me several times...Yerr... Don't like girls like that. I guess spontaneous was the best thing for me, not script memorising. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Thanks for being there at every step of the way. =)  *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thursday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, things lighten up for me. Although I'm in a class full of guys, thank God they're the sensible type of guys where they actually ask how was my audition, listened to my unreasonable amount of whining and willing to cheer me up. Awww...and what did I do in return?? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Give them girl names!! WEE!!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha... I'm back to my annoying self di. I can actually clearly understand now why people don't wanna date me. Hee hee...So anyways, I went to AusEd with my mum today to check out some stuff regarding my entry to &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Royal Melbourne Institude of Technology(RMIT)&lt;/span&gt; the place where I'll be heading after SAM. So I was told that I only need a TER 75 to get in...well, achieveable. I think.. Wee...I can't wait till next year 28th February 2011. Fantastic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Friday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Today was interesting. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Firstly I failed Physics then I failed maths&lt;/span&gt;...wow...two in a row...So that was not the point...The point is I just realised the mind tearing fact that TER 75 is not easy to get afterall. Later today, I was spending some girl time with Pei Nee and her friends, I mean at least I did not cancel off all contacts with girls, or else the guys in my class is really trying to turn me into a lesbian... They're brainwashing me with &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Girls Generation and Peter Chao&lt;/span&gt;. (Now I'm addicted to it di...damn!) Haha. Just joking lar. Anyways, I went with Pei Nee to the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SAM Fiesta&lt;/span&gt; at night and hell, I didn't wear pants... I wanted to dance so badly and go show off some skill but then not in pants that night so yea... didn't wanna fall on my face with the heels. Haha. I had fun. That's all I can say. The music was sucky but the dance floor always saves the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Saturday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEPT THE WHOLE DAY...&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm going to regret doing so, but at the moment I just don't care.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PETER CHAO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-4080664847713771938?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/4080664847713771938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=4080664847713771938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/4080664847713771938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/4080664847713771938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/03/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='Roller Coaster Ride'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-2648321748033931297</id><published>2010-02-26T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:10:21.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I happy/unhappy</title><content type='html'>Today, in the morning, I was freaked out of my mind...I totally screwed my driving lesson and kena scolded shit. I hate driving, I'm just not good at it and I have a fear of it! Why can't my mum just let me quit?? ARGHH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that, I went out with Ming Hui to OU. It was a holiday afterall, why not enjoy it?? It was a great outing with her as she is actually quite cool to hang out with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping. YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was the happy part of the day, however, when it was about 6 something just now, I received news that I didn't made it for the next callback afterall but was encouraged to go for another audition. I wonder if I should go. I'll die!! THINKING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO....sorry...I was really hoping that I could make it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* what to do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-2648321748033931297?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/2648321748033931297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=2648321748033931297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/2648321748033931297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/2648321748033931297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-happyunhappy.html' title='I happy/unhappy'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-1190032707790527255</id><published>2010-02-25T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:58:17.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO SCREWED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OMG, the nerve-wrecking audition has finally passed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10 bunnies jumping around my stomach&lt;/span&gt; just now...woah!! I know...But because I had those bunnies jumping around, that means I have &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bunny foot = good luck&lt;/span&gt;... wee!! I mean, my audition was horrible, I did fuckingly bad but, at least I didn't faint on the spot...that's good right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my JJ magazine!! I'm addicted di...oh shit....I'm addicted to many things...Is that even normal?? haha... Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to bags like ehsan and my sister is to shoes&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to ice kacang and use to eat them for lunch everyday in high school&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to shopping!! Especially discounted items&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to T.V.&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to Japanese Drama&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to certain guys (Shu Qing!!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to everything but bittergourd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolxxx...Basically, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm turning into a shopaholic&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ARGHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...I ran out of things to crap. The "CRAB MACHINE" has broken down... It will be repaired soon. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-1190032707790527255?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/1190032707790527255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=1190032707790527255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/1190032707790527255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/1190032707790527255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-screwed.html' title='SO SCREWED'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-981584702682128086</id><published>2010-02-25T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:39:53.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Web</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WEB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now...with Ming Hui and Koala Kheng :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web is a place in Taylors where we can use the internet system here for free. I've lost my touch for blogging di. Ever since my internet at home became cacat-ed, I don't post up photos anymore...Notice?? So maybe blogging in a new place will give me OOMPH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is quite an exciting day for me because, I finally found the courage to submit my name to the&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Graphics team for Winnangali&lt;/span&gt; and I'm trying out for the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;sort-of-Drama Team of Taylors&lt;/span&gt; later since dance club is kinda like....yerr.. Anyways, I thought maybe I should go back to my old roots and the play is kinda interesting..it is adapted from the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Twelfth Night&lt;/span&gt; by William Shakespeare (Very similar to She's the Man-with Amanda Bytes)&lt;/span&gt;. If I'm lucky, I hope I get the role of &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Viola&lt;/span&gt;, then I would have/ get to act like a guy, and because I got a whole classroom of guys as reference, I think it'll be fun. Haha, me as a guy?? Easy to imagine!! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hee hee so fun!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(If I get a part, Kheng Yu will promise to buy me ice-cream and if I don't get a part, Kheng Yu will promise to buy me 2 ice creams to console me...WEE!! )&lt;/span&gt; So anything else that is special? Oh yea, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tomorrow is a holiday&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you SAM for giving us Australian Holidays and Malaysian Holidays!! Starting to love some parts of SAM&lt;/span&gt;... So yea, since Fariz is not going rock-climbing tomorrow, I'm basically free. Aww...since Fariz not going rock-climbing..sorry Ryan, the trip is cancelled, you came back from taiwan school for nothing... haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else exciting?? I don't think so, maybe I'll think of something later so maybe later I'll blog again then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't vote for anyone for student council!! It's discriminating to judge people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-981584702682128086?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/981584702682128086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=981584702682128086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/981584702682128086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/981584702682128086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-web.html' title='In the Web'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-2283058552320785483</id><published>2010-02-24T21:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:21:23.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I falling for you (C.C) ...Love this song</title><content type='html'>I usually try not to love anything unless it's really my calling (known through instincts) but recently I'm super proud to say that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm falling deeper in love with 3 of the most manly guys in my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, at the beginning of the year, I was undecided on what to take. I know I wanted to take SAM because MUFY was more expensive and AusMat is kinda like no standard, (no offence). But then, what combination?? At first, when I saw the list of things to take, many things went through my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BIOLOGY??&lt;/span&gt; (LOVE it...but not good at it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- CHEMISTRY??&lt;/span&gt; (FUC*ING NO!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- PHYSICS??&lt;/span&gt; (HAVE TO! because it was my best subject among the science subject)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;- ECONOMICS??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;No clue what it is about but I don't like memorising and this subject sounds like it require a lot of brain storage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;- ACCOUNT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;It will be my favourite class because I can sleep all the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- IT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Maybe I have the genes for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- SPECIALIST MATHEMATICS??&lt;/span&gt; (Sounds like fun!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I then narrowed it all down to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(1) Engineering science combination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(2) Computing engineering combination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreaded to take chemistry, but if I take &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;, I can go Sri Hartamas campus as many DU-rians are there. But then I know that if I take Chemistry, I'll sleep in class...then what's the point?? However, if I take &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt; I'm forced to stay in the Subang Jaya campus and computers aren't really my thing because I love my T.V. too much...Basically I was torn between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I picked the unexpected one. No one would have guess that I decided on the computing engineering course because it was "unlikely" of me. Obviously, people don't know me well enough to know that I ain't that smart. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;People just assume I'll take the pure science combination&lt;/span&gt;. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I was really thrilled (so far), because in the course, I fell in love and that was what was keeping me in the course the whole time : Philippe, Spencer and Matthew...yay!! (NO doubt, I have finally found my calling!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phi&lt;/strong&gt;lippe = &lt;strong&gt;Phy&lt;/strong&gt;sics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spe&lt;/strong&gt;ncer = &lt;strong&gt;Spe&lt;/strong&gt;cialist Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mat&lt;/strong&gt;thew = &lt;strong&gt;Mat&lt;/strong&gt;hs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Haha, all the roundabout just to tell you that I love physics, spec maths and maths? You may hit the screen now if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this is the best subjects I ever studied. I really dis not regret taking this course. However, on the negative side of the whole situation, I began to hate English (stupid investigative study) and I think Malaysian Studies is just pure crap. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy all the lectures. I sound like a nerd and turning nerdier by the second, but who cares?? I really enjoy it and I want to share my joy with everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you guys (old friends) know what I like in life and you can't just assume what I am from what you see. I always find it funny that somehow everyone is classified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;People classify me, and I hate that.&lt;/span&gt;People just assume I'm smart, but, the truth is, I'm smart in whole different way, not in STUDIES. Studies is a definite no no, but nobody ever believes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I can get this message to my parents. That you can't just assume your child is a superwoman that can achieve everthing in life, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because that's not what I am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-2283058552320785483?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/2283058552320785483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=2283058552320785483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/2283058552320785483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/2283058552320785483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-falling-for-you-cc-love-this-song.html' title='I falling for you (C.C) ...Love this song'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-6243605717275641005</id><published>2010-02-19T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:36:50.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be a HAPPY :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MY NEW GOAL FOR THE YEAR :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ryan always call me emo girl. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I shall prove you wrong Ryan!!&lt;/span&gt; I can be HAPPY everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I shall reduce my amount of whining and complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I shall not think so much and just say whatever I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I shall say "yay" everyday from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I shall say awesome whenever someone ask me how's my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I shall start calling people cute names like: KOALA KHENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-6243605717275641005?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/6243605717275641005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=6243605717275641005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6243605717275641005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6243605717275641005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wanna-be-happy.html' title='I wanna be a HAPPY :)'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-7417553841526901575</id><published>2010-02-16T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:45:23.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I start comparing myself to everyone, I'll end up dead.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;. Funny how time always passes so fast when you're enjoying yourself. Well, still feeling kinda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; although after an exciting trip down to Batu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pahat&lt;/span&gt;. That's because I overheard some pretty nasty things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Grandma: (In Chinese) *telling my bother* You getting married this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brother: Yes, in May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Grandma: Ah, good, good to marry early...have kids early...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brother : *Quiet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Grandma: ...Or else later end up like your father (My father)...have an extra burden to carry when he's so old already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart was like cracking in half when I heard this. So all along I was the burden of the family then?? So it's better if I don't exist? &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I went through 17 years of shit for no reason??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, being the youngest in the family, and being brought up in a Chinese family that never gives any compliments, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;**Old traditional &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; teachings believes what the elder says, the young will act opposite, that's why we're being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;criticised&lt;/span&gt; twice as much compare to the society**&lt;/span&gt;I'm always being compared to my older cousins and my older siblings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Oh, she's a doctor you know? You should be like her."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Why can't you be more like your sister?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Even your brother can do better than you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Why do you have to do design when you have all the brains to do medicine?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh please, I've heard enough of these bullshit to last my till my next life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I was so upset when I heard this but then after mulling over the issue, I learned that if I start comparing myself to everyone I know, I might as well be dead. Because there are billions of people out there that are so talented. If I start comparing myself and changing myself to be them, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wouldn't be me anymore will I?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO screw the world if they don't think I'm good enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M JUST BEING ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S3rJHMHoCKI/AAAAAAAABmQ/mTPi-GZ2mCc/s1600-h/DSC06599.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438880625352771746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S3rJHMHoCKI/AAAAAAAABmQ/mTPi-GZ2mCc/s320/DSC06599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-7417553841526901575?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/7417553841526901575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=7417553841526901575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/7417553841526901575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/7417553841526901575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-start-comparing-myself-to-everyone.html' title='If I start comparing myself to everyone, I&apos;ll end up dead.'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S3rJHMHoCKI/AAAAAAAABmQ/mTPi-GZ2mCc/s72-c/DSC06599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-362531873098610456</id><published>2010-02-13T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:12:32.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a while, we need to get our heart broken in order to get stronger</title><content type='html'>Well, in &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Batu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now, my hometown. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Surprised&lt;/span&gt; that my relatives finally decided to get &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a computer WITH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt; are also developing then. Anyways, these few days, I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;...I wasn't even happy when I was told I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;highest&lt;/span&gt; in class for my maths. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beat's&lt;/span&gt; gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aggrrhh&lt;/span&gt;...I know she told me before hand even before she was sure and I was the first to know and everything...but I really dunno how to survive without her in class... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE STORY OF MY LIFE. SAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's also the hateful rejection....OMG...I was being dumb and wasn't thinking straight I suppose...I told the guy I like I like him...GOT REJECTED GILA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THE STORY OF MY LIFE. SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I give up on guys..I don't get them. I get my physics book more than them any day. Screw him!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fudiot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then of course. I was nearly killed by my mum. I went to pierce my ear... O: although she didn't say anything, I think she really wanted to slap my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THE STORY OF MY LIFE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MORALE OF STORY: I can always count on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Diabolo&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to join the competition this year... :)&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it doesn't interfere with SAM too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;What a great start to a new year. : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-362531873098610456?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/362531873098610456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=362531873098610456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/362531873098610456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/362531873098610456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-in-while-we-need-to-get-our-heart.html' title='Once in a while, we need to get our heart broken in order to get stronger'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-7217561742864953966</id><published>2010-02-05T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:09:25.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog before the CNY break</title><content type='html'>Well, I just thought I'll post a blog before I go for CNY break....(hmm....I really need to stop typing the dots before I get too use to it and start writing dots over my essays...)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose that's not the main point. The main point is what happened since my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Loads have happened since then. And it all happened super fast if I may add.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, in college, we &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lost a member of the S3 family&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ryan is gone&lt;/span&gt;.... kinda sad that he left. He was a nice guy. Don't really want to get into the details, but it was a stupid reason for his departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that very sad incident, hmm.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;SAM has decided to torture us by having tonnes of quizzes&lt;/span&gt;... OMG... &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I totally feel like I failed everything&lt;/span&gt;.. Never the less...I shall stick with my old moto then : &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AS LONG AS I PASS, I DON'T CARE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always the best thing to say to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that. Hmm...No practice for the next 2 weeks for Chinese Yo-Yo....but there's this Taiwan guy that's coming from Taiwan on the 22nd Feb. Aparently, I'm suppose to meet this guy because my coach says if I meet this guy, I'll see what true performing technic really is...I'm still thinking whether should I go or not. Once in a lifetime meeting this guy, but got college lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HMMMMMM.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; is coming up.... I see alot of potential people in college but...hmmm...It's either they're a jerk, a playboy, in a realationship or gay... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;...SAD...&lt;/span&gt; Well, I think it's better to spend time collecting angpau rather than dating any guys anyways...so yea...&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you guys can save your chocolate money then...&lt;/span&gt; *flings hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all I have to say here is that if you have someone you love, tell them,'cause life's too short. And of course who could forget??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-7217561742864953966?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/7217561742864953966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=7217561742864953966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/7217561742864953966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/7217561742864953966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-before-cny-break.html' title='Blog before the CNY break'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-5368505414571534481</id><published>2010-02-02T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:54:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Wrong</title><content type='html'>College is just so freaking wrong!!! I have no time to do anything anymore.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are somethings that actually motivated me to continue my "journey" with SAM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mr. Woon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SUPER FUNNY SHIT teacher!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so funny I actualy thank God for the existance of Spec Maths. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm falling deeper in love with Spec Maths everyday.&lt;/span&gt; You should have seen what has he done to our calculators. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Epic!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr. Chan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very caring teacher.&lt;br /&gt;He's so much more better than Pn. Ching. Thank God for &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;good Physics teacher&lt;/span&gt;. He actually cares if you don't understand... Once again...I did not regret picking Physics as my core subject. Although I suck at Physics...hmmm... I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/span&gt; survive it in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mr. James:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only teacher who sweared &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(so far)&lt;/span&gt; and the most &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;pro-girls teacher&lt;/span&gt;... haha...he complemented me when I went out to do the questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mr. J: "This is very correct.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The answer was so very wrong... lolxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also the only teacher to ask me how was the course so far...I complained about the unreasonable amount of homework SAM has... lolxx...(That's what you get for slacking in high school. So don't slack!)... he just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Miss Rachel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher who expects absolute silence from a class full of guys.  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T___T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However..she's super nice and helpful in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miss Sukhminder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher that's so freaking nice.&lt;br /&gt;I passed up my assignment late and all she said was: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It'll be recorded..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, but I expected an explosion...So since she didn't explode... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PASS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;good stress management&lt;/span&gt; too. If I were an IT teacher and 90% of the class was facebooking, I would have throw them all out already and pergi yam-cha.. lolxx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. those are some of the reason why I'm still surviving SAM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is of course the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;unreasonably huge amount of hot chicks&lt;/span&gt;...(Steven...fyi, I think I will resume liking cendol now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;JKJK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually...this is the &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;disadvantage of studying in Taylor's&lt;/span&gt;... More competition!!&lt;br /&gt;lolxx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hot guys...err... So far---None...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of studying SAM is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My classmates lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the best in the world. I couldn't ask for a better class. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;S3 ROCKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always jamming in class... &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Music Monday&lt;/span&gt;... best!&lt;br /&gt;We are always eating &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;choki-choki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eating lunch together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;making noise and laughing so hard&lt;/span&gt; together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Good times...Good times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a  "nomad" in high school...I'm seriously enjoying myself. Why did I &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; choose to be a nomad last time? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;So with the help of my classmates, I'm beginning to appreciate LANs class even more...it's like our bonding time...(especially today) ...With Taiwan guy around...Even funner... I mean how the heck did a Taiwan guy ended up with a bunch of crazy Malaysians in Malaysian Studies classes?? Epic..I also dunno how I ended up with a bunch of crazy boys... 20 of them somemore..haiz... At least they're nice boys...lolxx...*sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this continues to the end of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WILL SURVIVE...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I HOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-5368505414571534481?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/5368505414571534481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=5368505414571534481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/5368505414571534481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/5368505414571534481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/02/damn-wrong.html' title='Damn Wrong'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-6720188316668561044</id><published>2010-01-31T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:03:17.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No No Blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;No Time To Blog!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should I quit blogging? I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-6720188316668561044?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/6720188316668561044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=6720188316668561044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6720188316668561044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6720188316668561044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-no-blogging.html' title='No No Blogging.'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-3816924154516000146</id><published>2010-01-31T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T03:13:53.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after Genting in January</title><content type='html'>January went on full blast since coming back from Genting.&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost was of course college:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13January 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM was my ultimate choice ever since I heard about it from my sister. So basically, since I so kiam siap, between &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUFY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAM&lt;/span&gt;.. Of course I picked the cheaper one. lol. Anyways, the subject combination I picked for my course was...very unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, people just automatically assume I picked pure science. WRONG!~! You people don't know how wrong you are.&lt;br /&gt;I picked : &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Physics, Maths, Specialist Maths, IT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; as my core sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun right? I know! I know nothing about IT, suck at physics and terrible at add maths. It is just going to be fun to watch how I die on the way when I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt; to finish my course. ARGHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I won't fall asleep anymore in class. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt; No chemistry mar... YAY!! I finally can drop chemistry completely! So freaking happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected (kinda)...I got assigned to a class full of guys. 20 of them. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*swt*&lt;/span&gt; There's only another girl in my class with me ~ &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beatrice&lt;/span&gt;. She's nice and very outgoing. Me like her already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervin laughed at me. Dang him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...overall, it was a good start. I think I'm going to have fun with the guys. lolxx.. My first friend today: Ehsan! :) He's very nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: Saw &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ve Kenn, Andrea, Scene Teng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Jeremiah&lt;/span&gt; today. What a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;14th January 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met all my lecturers. They seem nice :)&lt;br /&gt;I met Beatrice's friends today: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Philip &amp;amp; Jey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Mervin joined us too. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Still pissed at him for laughing at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15th January 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the class all my lame jokes. Dumb jokes they are and surprising enough, they all laughed. Guess they're as lame as me then..because takes a lame dude to get another lame dude's joke. lol hahaha. Me and Beat had lunch with &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ding ding&lt;/span&gt; today. OMG right? We're still actually studying in the same college. Hehehe...Stuck with me is a good thing Ba Ba!! Then, I went with Beat to ECA centre after college and we checked out the library... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I so love the library!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;16th January 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6A Gathering. Today I met up with a few of my ex-classmate. Fantastic people we turned out to be :)&lt;br /&gt;These are the people that came:&lt;br /&gt;- Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;- Ronald&lt;br /&gt;- Si Jun&lt;br /&gt;- Peng Xuan&lt;br /&gt;- Eng Fai  &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:) - my best childhood buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Scene Teng&lt;br /&gt;- Wei Ann&lt;br /&gt;- Kuan Yong&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wei Sern&lt;br /&gt;- Joey&lt;br /&gt;- Ian&lt;br /&gt;- Kenny&lt;br /&gt;- Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee!! We changed so much!! It's so cool...&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I always love reunions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;17th January 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty... I bought a pair of shoes for a stupid amount of cash... But dang it it was so worth every penny!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving it for the wedding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;18th - 22nd January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S3 totally rocks!&lt;/span&gt; I love my new class...but kinda tiring getting use to new faces and people..Besides that I kinda feel sad cause I'm trying to keep up with my new college schedules and everyone keep ajak-ing me to go out. I had to reject all of them just so I could keep up with my college...At some points this week, I felt like I'm being such a ditcher, but people must understand, I'm not superman. I can't please everyone. I didn't even get to talk to my family the whole week except for dinners, you expect me to attend to your every need? Sorry, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm not superman&lt;/span&gt;....Moreover, I fell sick. There was this one night in particular, I had a fever. :(&lt;br /&gt;But my lecturers were being very nice and my classmates too... I managed to pull through the week. Oh yea...we had another girl joining the class. yay! We have 3 girls now :)&lt;br /&gt;Random: *My Taiwan relatives came by. I didn't even know I have relatives from Taiwan. Ain't that cool? I like talking to them..they have a very funny accent. Should go visit and kacau them sometime.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;23rd January 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;first Japanese class&lt;/span&gt;. All girls class. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Boring a bit though...&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a long time of wanting to learn Japanese, my dad agreed to let me try it out.&lt;br /&gt;I like studying languages, best thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;26th January 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class went to Bak Kut Teh today while Eng Hoe helped me out with Physics. We both failed miserably. :)&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm not the only one that don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;After school was the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orientation Party&lt;/span&gt; thing..one thing I notice about Taylor's is that they like to do things damn hugely. It's just a small event, but they actually have emcee and a camera crew there to film it down...like WOW... whatever for??&lt;br /&gt;So since I signed up for clubs already and have nothing to do, me and Beat went with the guys to find this Jamming place..On the way...Beat left...and I was stuck with a bunch of guys that was crazy over their ukulele. lolxx. In the end, the place turned out to be directly opposite of Taylor's. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*swt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, still such a crazy person for libraries, I brought them all into the library. :)&lt;br /&gt;Vikram enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I ended up having tea with them in MED.&lt;br /&gt;Random: Apparently, not only Sam thinks Ramli burgers are good, all the guys too... izzit just me or izzit guys with their crave for burgers? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*Jeremy can't touch his toes.* lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;27th January 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to enjoy lunch now...&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, me and Beat will go out with the guys to try out different food. Quite cool...today we ate &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rojak&lt;/span&gt;. Not bad. Must bring Sam to try when he comes back. But somehow...the cendol was just wrong...  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ehsan&lt;/span&gt; is so cool...he has this Stitch voice that's so uber out of this world and of course, he jumps like he has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flubber&lt;/span&gt; under his shoes. Oh yea...did I mention about this &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Taiwan guy&lt;/span&gt; in my class? He pokes my face everyday. Why do I have short hands? It's so unfair...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;30th January 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda pissed off in the morning. Out of no where, I kena scolded by my mum. Just because I didn't know that today suppose to be my brother's wedding punya food tasting. How the Hell am I suppose to know when everyone don't even bother telling me?? So since I already made plans that day, I had to cancel all my plans just to go to a food tasting that I don't even know about. :(&lt;br /&gt;I had to cancel half of my Japanese class for my brother..&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he better buy me tons of ice- cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... Jap class was a bore anyway...glad to come out of it. Beatrice was doing her AMALI. So I was glad I wasn't the only one having a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;The food tasting went on for about 4 hours... :(&lt;br /&gt;My god...Now I know why in the first place I always oppose the idea of getting married.&lt;br /&gt;I was seated between the bride-to-be's parents (&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;my future sis-in-law&lt;/span&gt;) and my parents. So basically, I have no say in how the food taste and I'm sandwiched between the VIP.. Scary. haha...one thing funny happened though. My dad was stuffing food to my brother's best man. I told my brother it was strategy to get him fat in case later he got fitter than my brother. lol.&lt;br /&gt;So when i got back, i work my ass of to try to find sources for my English assignment. Nothing came about. I think I'm going to be so dead by the time May comes. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-3816924154516000146?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/3816924154516000146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=3816924154516000146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/3816924154516000146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/3816924154516000146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-after-genting-in-january.html' title='Life after Genting in January'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-1201641594944264800</id><published>2010-01-19T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:32:45.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting - January 2010</title><content type='html'>Just days before one of the most important day of my life, guess where I went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place I loathed the most in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, what's with people and Genting? As if Malaysia have no better place to offer like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Wai Wan leaving M'sia soon. That's why I'm sacrificing my precious time in Genting. It was her wish to go Genting one last time with her friends (Siew Ming,Hui Xian, Deepa and I) before leaving M'sia. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moment, I have no idea what's wrong with my damn computer, so no pictures for now.. Maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the whole trip was stupid. Apart from the time I spent with my friends, I hated every second of it. Food expensive, drinks expensive, toothbrush expensive, everything also expensive lar... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10th January 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Le Theme Park de Boring. I hate roller coasters. So basically, my ticket is rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;-Lunch terrible&lt;br /&gt;-Dinner - very super expensive = terrible (although there was this very awesome waiter, I still rank it as terrible because it was SO EXPENSIVE!)&lt;br /&gt;- Hate the walking&lt;br /&gt;- Most of all - hate the smoking, couples cudlling and the COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treat it as training for college. Who knows? Maybe college colder than Genting. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I was suprised... For once in my life, something cool actually happened to me in Genting. I got a very nice view of Genting from my room. And we booked 2 rooms for 2 nights... FOR FREE!! haha. My mum and dad are shareholders. So thank God for Shares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;11th January 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut, Snow World. Maggi Cups and a whole lot of sleeping. Need I say more? I obviously slept the longest since I'm the one who spent all my energy complaining about the place. lol.&lt;br /&gt;So then at night, we got conned when we went to watch the 3D thingy, then we went for a walk and got lost somewhere in the mist. Couldn't find our way back to the hotel till abut nearly 12. Oh yea, forgot to mention, the hotel paip located at the storeroom in front of our hotel rooms just burst suddenly and the place was flooded! (Hah. I knew that there always has to be something bad happening to me in Genting) haiz...........&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lar...Lots to complain about Genting...Actually quite fun complaining about Genting lor...&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Neways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a not so great trip on the outside. But a great trip with my friends. That's the beauty of going Genting I suppose..It sucks shit therefore I focus more on spending time with my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-1201641594944264800?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/1201641594944264800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=1201641594944264800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/1201641594944264800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/1201641594944264800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/01/genting-january-2010.html' title='Genting - January 2010'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-7469000894709538156</id><published>2010-01-17T18:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:51:31.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January. 2010.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. Another new year. Haiya, quite lazy to upload all my pictures on to blogger di. Maybe in the future when I use my brother's computer la. For now, I'll just briefly touch on what's happening so far in January 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has passed and once again, grief falls upon me when my fear of not knowing what the future holds came again. How come I'm so afraid of the future when it holds nothing but a promising light? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;2nd January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Broga Hills.&lt;/span&gt; Lolxx.. I manage to climb up easily(my dad gave up)..but it sure was hard to come down. Reason? My stupid shoes did not provide any friction for me. I nearly slide down the cliff... But overall, it was a very nice trip. Nothing but a good sweat! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S1V8vURe7PI/AAAAAAAABmI/ER6SGoLjSP8/s1600-h/DSC06509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428382078202735858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S1V8vURe7PI/AAAAAAAABmI/ER6SGoLjSP8/s320/DSC06509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning dew on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;furry lalang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the happy trip up the hills, we went to this rabbit farm at the hill's foot. OMG!! I can't believe they can kill such cute creatures!! When I saw what they were selling, my jaw was on the ground already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(A) Rabbit &lt;em&gt;ba kua&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(B) Rabbit Spagetti?? WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(C) Rabbit Yee Mee?? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry for the rabbits. I know it is less colestrol, high proteins and all, but... they're SO CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, apart from all that, we also went to check out the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OUTBAC in Broga, Semenyih&lt;/span&gt;. Quite cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a long tiring day, I follow Su Ting to Desa Sri Hartamas. After a year of saying she'll bring me go makan with her mum, (Journalist for the food column in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;News Straits Time&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; she finally brought me out with her to go taste some good food. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this Jap-Korean Restaurant called: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kannichikan Yakiniku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time that night. It was really good experience to get to know how does the food tasting actually go on and how a journalist works. Su Ting's mum was really pro. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;Well, moreover, the owners of the place has just been a miracle. They're the nicest people ever. Even though they know that I meant nothing (just a friend of Su Ting), they talked very nicely to me. I can see that they're really passionate about having the best for their customers.&lt;br /&gt;For more information, you can go to Su Ting's website : &lt;a href="http://www.carelesslittlehamster.com/"&gt;www.carelesslittlehamster.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, there is a saying :&lt;br /&gt;To every new year, you should have a clean start. So, I started cleaning my room that night. God. You have no idea what I have crawling in my room over the months. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S1V8vETLSsI/AAAAAAAABmA/WsMBcWzCZ7k/s1600-h/DSC06502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428382073914870466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S1V8vETLSsI/AAAAAAAABmA/WsMBcWzCZ7k/s320/DSC06502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. No space to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S1V8uYSznaI/AAAAAAAABl4/UNacZrP412k/s1600-h/DSC06496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428382062102158754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S1V8uYSznaI/AAAAAAAABl4/UNacZrP412k/s320/DSC06496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Messy me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4th January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undang Test: I was so planning to fail it, but Hell why do I just can't help being a goody-2-shoes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz. I passed. Oh yea, I just need to mention this to everyone as a warning. If you are taking your test at a centre near PJ Hilton, please beware of this very scary looking guy who works as the receptionist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He: Baru datang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Err??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He: Letak I/C, pergi duduk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *stones*...blur&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How welcoming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5th January to 9th January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After college starts at the 13th, I believe I won't have time anymore...13th, doesn't that just sounds so unlucky to you? It does to me. So, I went all out at &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;mysoju &lt;/span&gt;and watch all the Jap Movies available. Watch it while I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I watch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Death Note 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;- Tada Kimi no Aishiteru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Kimi ni Shikaii Kikoenai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Sekai No Chuushin de Ai wo Sakebu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Japanese Drama! It all rocked so much! From the fact that it's super slow, I have slow internet connection and I don't understand a single word.... I don't know why I like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's why, I registered for Jap class...Starting from 23 January 2010. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-7469000894709538156?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/7469000894709538156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=7469000894709538156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/7469000894709538156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/7469000894709538156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-2010.html' title='January. 2010.'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S1V8vURe7PI/AAAAAAAABmI/ER6SGoLjSP8/s72-c/DSC06509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-8054462392695839324</id><published>2010-01-09T18:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:24:13.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2009 (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>So after my sister went back, I'm left with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!! He tortured me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sent me to driving school!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW: For those ppl who don't know, I'm deadly afraid of driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of my experience of car accidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, luckily, it was just undang first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after undang, I plan to fail until my dad have enough of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Jeremiah, the guy I always bully in primary school. lol. He looks so different now. He's thin!! Unbelivable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, I forgot to mention in the previous post, I registered to enroll in TAYLOR's college, doing the SAM programme. Anyone who's going to TAYLOR's college (subang campus) that stays near Damansara Jaya, please let me know if you're interested to carpool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25th December 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm beginning to hate my birthday and love Christmas even more. Reason is I got so much more presents on Christmas compared to my own birthday. Screw it, this year was another dissapointing year. Now I know. Birthdays is for Facebook to remember and people to forget. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26th December 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main event was running around getting stuff ready for the big "tsunami party" (According to Jean). I organised a party just so all the PC Diabolo Team Alumni/08 could gather again and in hope to tell them about forming an alumni diabolo team for this year. In the end, 3 of them turned up. Jean, Justin and Soo Ling. With my coaches joining us later. Well, the whole night, everyone's eyes was just glued to my tv screen. I told you that my addiction to tv is mostly due to my ASTRO lo. HAH..even Justin like Diamond Club. Told you it was good la Justin. Better than Cartoon network. Well, that's basically what we did, gossip and watched tv. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30th December 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was interesting. Firstly I went to watch AVATAR. Oh Hell, it was good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S0iLZn_Sl6I/AAAAAAAABlw/ijWzT1vmNm0/s1600-h/AVATAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424739023515195298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S0iLZn_Sl6I/AAAAAAAABlw/ijWzT1vmNm0/s320/AVATAR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then after watching the movie, I went to have dinner with the librarians. It was nice. And because I eat much more during dinner time, I conquered SHOGUN!! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S0iKP-BcBhI/AAAAAAAABlg/r_FEUdQMkl8/s1600-h/DSC06454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424737758119462418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S0iKP-BcBhI/AAAAAAAABlg/r_FEUdQMkl8/s320/DSC06454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S0iKQdcZakI/AAAAAAAABlo/51dOEMC4Zu8/s1600-h/DSC06476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424737766554036802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S0iKQdcZakI/AAAAAAAABlo/51dOEMC4Zu8/s320/DSC06476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;END OF 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another year gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-8054462392695839324?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/8054462392695839324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=8054462392695839324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/8054462392695839324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/8054462392695839324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2010/01/december-2009-part-2.html' title='December 2009 (Part 2)'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S0iLZn_Sl6I/AAAAAAAABlw/ijWzT1vmNm0/s72-c/AVATAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-6905508912388255776</id><published>2009-12-27T21:30:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:45:05.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November &amp; December 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey people. Sorry for dissapearing for nearly 3 months...maybe 4 months max. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways...I finally got out of my "LAZY MODE" and decide to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;So taking off from my last entry, what happened in November is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was one of the "not-pontenging" student. lolxx. Along with Shao Min, Huey Jing,Yew Wei, Chang Vai (the full attendance dudes that ponteng-ed class. lolxx.), Wee Giap, Calvin, John, Eric, Jia Linq, Fiona, Alan, Tuck Wai, Matthew (the 5 Cendanians are quite hardworking)and the asrama students. Hoho..I'm so glad I came everyday.. Cik Lee's practice saved me for Chemistry. I aced my Paper 3. lolxx. Anyways, it was also kinda nice to have the school to myself..Then also the teachers helped and I got close with Shao Min and talking about 6 packs. Lolxx..We were crazy about Jacob from New Moon. lolxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz94eSfqCxI/AAAAAAAABlQ/IY12lwetIp0/s1600-h/DSC05779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184938133392146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz94eSfqCxI/AAAAAAAABlQ/IY12lwetIp0/s320/DSC05779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My second favourite place in school - Canteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course the library is my favourite place la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz94eGZhH6I/AAAAAAAABlI/kTqRvAPHmeo/s1600-h/DSC05778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184934886416290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz94eGZhH6I/AAAAAAAABlI/kTqRvAPHmeo/s320/DSC05778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Kak Salinas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just right before my date of death (Caused by stress) I went back to Puay Chai for their Cultural Night.(文艺晚会）I was there to watch diabolo performance by my "young" friends. I didn't see any of my teachers, but apparently they're still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz94d8bVBMI/AAAAAAAABlA/4fc8IV6rDNU/s1600-h/DSC05781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184932209657026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz94d8bVBMI/AAAAAAAABlA/4fc8IV6rDNU/s320/DSC05781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky them, they have air-conds. I only had air-cond when I was standard 6. This was the standard 4 block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz94daMaNsI/AAAAAAAABk4/WDLyyGkolzU/s1600-h/DSC05791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184923020277442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz94daMaNsI/AAAAAAAABk4/WDLyyGkolzU/s320/DSC05791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Justin, my good friend who is so riduculous at times. Jean escaped when I wanted to take his picture. They're both GAY. And that's Jean's Diabolo. It's LED. I always wanted it. Curse Jean for having it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was an enjoyable night although SPM was just about 4 days away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz94cwYmChI/AAAAAAAABkw/ebokFt3PUS4/s1600-h/DSC05798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184911797094930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz94cwYmChI/AAAAAAAABkw/ebokFt3PUS4/s320/DSC05798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Days befor SPM, to release my stress, I went crazy and bought this. RM80. But it's so freaking worth my every penny. It looks freaking awesome!! lolxx..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16th November 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Days before SPM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our school decides to have this Farewell Ceremony that didn't quite work out in my opinion. Sorry la. I know they put tons of effort in but I was hugging my SEJARAH book like it was worth a billion dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz90zLbFWCI/AAAAAAAABko/4K34-ssNIBU/s1600-h/DSC05842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422180898965903394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz90zLbFWCI/AAAAAAAABko/4K34-ssNIBU/s320/DSC05842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bee Lian anf Jie Lin poser la. I shouldn't have stood next to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz90ylV8sOI/AAAAAAAABkg/RDp7nvgFTjM/s1600-h/DSC05846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422180888743817442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz90ylV8sOI/AAAAAAAABkg/RDp7nvgFTjM/s320/DSC05846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Lynnette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz90yR_feHI/AAAAAAAABkY/B81d0IopdzI/s1600-h/DSC05848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422180883549354098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz90yR_feHI/AAAAAAAABkY/B81d0IopdzI/s320/DSC05848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and "The Divas" (As they proclaimed) Well, Ariff does talk and act like Jay Emmanuel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz90x0ujI6I/AAAAAAAABkQ/0XDvkPKanTI/s1600-h/DSC05849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422180875693663138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz90x0ujI6I/AAAAAAAABkQ/0XDvkPKanTI/s320/DSC05849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Jia Sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9xTl5jGlI/AAAAAAAABkI/ZKIwzMaps8s/s1600-h/DSC05850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422177057782307410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9xTl5jGlI/AAAAAAAABkI/ZKIwzMaps8s/s320/DSC05850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Ding Ding Ba Ba (My laughing daddy/buddy. Haha. Impossible to believe that he laughs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9xTFNzV3I/AAAAAAAABkA/wOT4xWObpP0/s1600-h/DSC05858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422177049008887666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9xTFNzV3I/AAAAAAAABkA/wOT4xWObpP0/s320/DSC05858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Signature book. Thanks to everyone who wrote in it. It looks fab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18th November 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "BIG DAY"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ahem* I thought I was going to die, but I didn't. But, I sure went through HELL. God, it was so hard. I think I'm failing. So screwed. Who cares? It's over and done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as the torture continues, I was out of hope completely. I had trouble with my BIO, PHYSICS, and ADD MATHS. AH, SCREW EVERYTHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then, in the middle of finishing my SPM, my family had to do Gong Teck. It's this ceremony that all Hokkien family have to do (although I'm Hakka, I'm involved because my mum is a Hokkien) The purpose for the ceremony is that once one or more of your family member has died over 3 years, you're suppose to do this to "bring them from hell to heaven"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a lot of complicated rituals we have to go thru. Well, one of the main thing was this huge paper house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9xS-gB-uI/AAAAAAAABj4/LgX1Hffq-AY/s1600-h/gong+tek+v-lin+cam+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422177047206296290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9xS-gB-uI/AAAAAAAABj4/LgX1Hffq-AY/s320/gong+tek+v-lin+cam+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The paper house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9xSdU2xPI/AAAAAAAABjw/7fatgO34z1M/s1600-h/DSC05959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422177038301054194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9xSdU2xPI/AAAAAAAABjw/7fatgO34z1M/s320/DSC05959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's suppose to be "their palace" in Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, those pictures were taken after the reunion dinner with my family. We ate at this small village in Johore called Sementing. AWESOME food there. And best of all, the reunion was WOW. Everyone was there except for 1 of my uncle and my dad. Including my sister (From England) and my new Thai cousin and aunt who was hidden from us for 2 years. Oh yea.. I forgot to mention that I nearly died on the way to the village because we had an accident. The bike banged over to my side of the car and the car door was dented. Well, another incident to add to the record of my "near death experience" list. lolxx. Should have got banged so I don't have to sit for Chemistry. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, at the place of the Gong Teck, my sis found these adorable abandoned puppies. Haha, this time, all 3 of us,(my bro, my sis and I) went to ask my mum whether if we can keep it. The answer was still no. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9uIj5Ju1I/AAAAAAAABjo/mis19uGjswM/s1600-h/DSC05973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422173569730329426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9uIj5Ju1I/AAAAAAAABjo/mis19uGjswM/s320/DSC05973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9uIOalpTI/AAAAAAAABjg/-XqBeHuMApk/s1600-h/DSC05981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422173563964990770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9uIOalpTI/AAAAAAAABjg/-XqBeHuMApk/s320/DSC05981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9uHwXBuLI/AAAAAAAABjY/M8GaiBOsTFk/s1600-h/DSC05982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422173555896989874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9uHwXBuLI/AAAAAAAABjY/M8GaiBOsTFk/s320/DSC05982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9uHbs6TUI/AAAAAAAABjQ/FUHG23LbsUE/s1600-h/DSC05987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422173550351633730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9uHbs6TUI/AAAAAAAABjQ/FUHG23LbsUE/s320/DSC05987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"their Mercedes" lolxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9piX6ZTqI/AAAAAAAABjI/iwTW4xE2OYA/s1600-h/DSC06012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422168515632778914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9piX6ZTqI/AAAAAAAABjI/iwTW4xE2OYA/s320/DSC06012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, "their satellite dish" says "Hell Astlo". So there is Hell in Heaven? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9ph7Llc6I/AAAAAAAABjA/pGauCqiyE2U/s1600-h/DSC06015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422168507920249762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9ph7Llc6I/AAAAAAAABjA/pGauCqiyE2U/s320/DSC06015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really mind staying there. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9phen8GYI/AAAAAAAABi4/C8HIITul3l4/s1600-h/DSC06024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422168500254546306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz9phen8GYI/AAAAAAAABi4/C8HIITul3l4/s320/DSC06024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thai cousin. Haha. She loves me. My uncle was saying :" ...of all people, why you?" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szoh6WDCP6I/AAAAAAAABiw/GRlcO9nY7Xs/s1600-h/DSC06050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682387728252834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szoh6WDCP6I/AAAAAAAABiw/GRlcO9nY7Xs/s320/DSC06050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the weird thing they do. I had to go back to KL(because of stupid Chemistry), so I dunno what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szoh5t0AxRI/AAAAAAAABio/sDbeBNpOgn8/s1600-h/DSC06075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682376927823122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szoh5t0AxRI/AAAAAAAABio/sDbeBNpOgn8/s320/DSC06075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szoh4x4D_iI/AAAAAAAABig/cTqFS5iMGZM/s1600-h/DSC06089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682360838684194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szoh4x4D_iI/AAAAAAAABig/cTqFS5iMGZM/s320/DSC06089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szoh4ZkS2SI/AAAAAAAABiY/gBmC7D19Gyg/s1600-h/DSC06099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682354313320738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szoh4ZkS2SI/AAAAAAAABiY/gBmC7D19Gyg/s320/DSC06099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzogPNA5ZYI/AAAAAAAABiQ/I9v9P9UrAcM/s1600-h/DSC06107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420680547057362306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzogPNA5ZYI/AAAAAAAABiQ/I9v9P9UrAcM/s320/DSC06107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, these are supposed to be burned. ALL OF IT. It's for the dead. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzogOooih7I/AAAAAAAABiI/qrA-jdxtG-Q/s1600-h/DSC06111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420680537291524018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzogOooih7I/AAAAAAAABiI/qrA-jdxtG-Q/s320/DSC06111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paperhouse, before burning. (The paperhouse is worth RM10,000) Don't play-play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzogOVXwSWI/AAAAAAAABiA/5RjjcK2XCVg/s1600-h/DSC06123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420680532120848738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzogOVXwSWI/AAAAAAAABiA/5RjjcK2XCVg/s320/DSC06123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to burn paper money!! There is about 30,000 of them, all hand-folded by my cousins, I did maybe 50-100 of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzogNyimpMI/AAAAAAAABh4/g2jG1QYjsOs/s1600-h/DSC06134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420680522771113154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzogNyimpMI/AAAAAAAABh4/g2jG1QYjsOs/s320/DSC06134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prepare to send RM 15,000 up to Heaven!! (Including the Mercedes, the palace, the paper money, the satellite dish...everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S0YH-KEMWvI/AAAAAAAABlY/ox_yFw-WsKo/s1600-h/DSC06140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424031565649566450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/S0YH-KEMWvI/AAAAAAAABlY/ox_yFw-WsKo/s320/DSC06140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof... It went uo in 4 seconds (According to my sister la)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol...Then when everyone was having the time of their lives, I'm stuck in KL finishing my Chem paper. BORING. So then, nearing the end, I studied like crap for my chinese paper. So in order to release some of my tension, I took some pictures. lolx..XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeFwHX9QoI/AAAAAAAABhw/-Wws6DdGV2w/s1600-h/DSC06151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419947738223428226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeFwHX9QoI/AAAAAAAABhw/-Wws6DdGV2w/s320/DSC06151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. That's my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, my parents also took me to KL to see the Christmas Deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeFvlN_KbI/AAAAAAAABho/VjgL3eXNunw/s1600-h/DSC06153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419947729054804402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeFvlN_KbI/AAAAAAAABho/VjgL3eXNunw/s320/DSC06153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suria KLCC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeFvRClftI/AAAAAAAABhg/BPG91DyhaKs/s1600-h/DSC06162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419947723638275794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeFvRClftI/AAAAAAAABhg/BPG91DyhaKs/s320/DSC06162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Jakooning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeCjXttD-I/AAAAAAAABhY/LS3pxQznP1Q/s1600-h/DSC06167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419944220736425954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeCjXttD-I/AAAAAAAABhY/LS3pxQznP1Q/s320/DSC06167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th December 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm freaking done with SPM!! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th December 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister decided to treat me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went SHOGUN. Not bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeCjGIeQPI/AAAAAAAABhQ/1rgRn50Dppc/s1600-h/DSC06168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419944216016863474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeCjGIeQPI/AAAAAAAABhQ/1rgRn50Dppc/s320/DSC06168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeCiqjdf5I/AAAAAAAABhI/I36VlN9f1fU/s1600-h/DSC06170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419944208613867410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeCiqjdf5I/AAAAAAAABhI/I36VlN9f1fU/s320/DSC06170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with dead fishes. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th December 2009- Deepa's b'day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeAzW8fqwI/AAAAAAAABhA/oYmiVhTm9IE/s1600-h/DSC06178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419942296384678658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeAzW8fqwI/AAAAAAAABhA/oYmiVhTm9IE/s320/DSC06178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeAy_6z6jI/AAAAAAAABg4/ETOW8Pq9Tj0/s1600-h/DSC06187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419942290203601458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeAy_6z6jI/AAAAAAAABg4/ETOW8Pq9Tj0/s320/DSC06187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeAym0X2pI/AAAAAAAABgw/tf74gULvT-g/s1600-h/DSC06191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419942283465710226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeAym0X2pI/AAAAAAAABgw/tf74gULvT-g/s320/DSC06191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeAyKlpIwI/AAAAAAAABgo/dP5koRhqxOU/s1600-h/DSC06193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419942275887735554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzeAyKlpIwI/AAAAAAAABgo/dP5koRhqxOU/s320/DSC06193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd_FuZrbWI/AAAAAAAABgg/M2AjiL4MrDg/s1600-h/DSC06194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419940412895489378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd_FuZrbWI/AAAAAAAABgg/M2AjiL4MrDg/s320/DSC06194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd_FH2SKdI/AAAAAAAABgY/s-POs2rMlkA/s1600-h/DSC06201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419940402546485714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd_FH2SKdI/AAAAAAAABgY/s-POs2rMlkA/s320/DSC06201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd_Epl_MdI/AAAAAAAABgQ/xUUaTHuz-JQ/s1600-h/DSC06210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419940394425070034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd_Epl_MdI/AAAAAAAABgQ/xUUaTHuz-JQ/s320/DSC06210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd_EYFxhiI/AAAAAAAABgI/WN92Z-f_byE/s1600-h/DSC06218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419940389726553634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd_EYFxhiI/AAAAAAAABgI/WN92Z-f_byE/s320/DSC06218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd7WEJLUGI/AAAAAAAABgA/4tFDqQcrVdw/s1600-h/DSC06226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419936295563251810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd7WEJLUGI/AAAAAAAABgA/4tFDqQcrVdw/s320/DSC06226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd7VpyAikI/AAAAAAAABf4/gBH4c4asrus/s1600-h/DSC06230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419936288486754882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd7VpyAikI/AAAAAAAABf4/gBH4c4asrus/s320/DSC06230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd7VUjprEI/AAAAAAAABfw/gCyFFE3Y5kM/s1600-h/DSC06232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419936282789391426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd7VUjprEI/AAAAAAAABfw/gCyFFE3Y5kM/s320/DSC06232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd45BCtKZI/AAAAAAAABfo/of3OybbO1aA/s1600-h/DSC06238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419933597491341714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd45BCtKZI/AAAAAAAABfo/of3OybbO1aA/s320/DSC06238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee. A new "friend", Deepa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd444If1oI/AAAAAAAABfg/bRIViFwcQd4/s1600-h/DSC06239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419933595099715202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd444If1oI/AAAAAAAABfg/bRIViFwcQd4/s320/DSC06239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd44faj3LI/AAAAAAAABfY/toIsXDkQGpI/s1600-h/DSC06240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419933588464590002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd44faj3LI/AAAAAAAABfY/toIsXDkQGpI/s320/DSC06240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd44L_9GeI/AAAAAAAABfQ/vbttzbwd33s/s1600-h/DSC06241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419933583252724194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szd44L_9GeI/AAAAAAAABfQ/vbttzbwd33s/s320/DSC06241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdvwHuRqlI/AAAAAAAABfI/6gyTl8ls7Ms/s1600-h/DSC06242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419923549061229138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdvwHuRqlI/AAAAAAAABfI/6gyTl8ls7Ms/s320/DSC06242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdvv61yedI/AAAAAAAABfA/I7j7hUmqVOk/s1600-h/DSC06243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419923545603078610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdvv61yedI/AAAAAAAABfA/I7j7hUmqVOk/s320/DSC06243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18th December 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose to be prom but I didn't want to go because it cost too much, I hate dressing up, I have better things to do and I just didn't feel like going, although my sister insisted. Saying:"... it's your last time seeing your friends...blablabla." And God knows what will they do. Maybe tons of smoking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th December 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never liked going Genting. NEVER!! Ok la... maybe when I was young where I thought the flying elephant was so fun. But, this time, I HAD to go Genting. ALONE. I'm deadly afraid of travelling alone because I had my many scary experience. But yea.. here I am, hop on the bus, get to the cable cars, and just GO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell, this is my worst Genting experience yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I got a seat next to this Indian guy on the bus. I was so prepared to scream if he touched me, I didn't even blink. Then of course, he didn't touch me. *PHEW*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I got to the cable car station and Hell, I got sweared at twice in different languages just because they think I jump que.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then of course...How wonderful, I had to line up for freaking over 2 hours to get to the cable car with 2 bags with me and the person behind me just couldn't give me a break. The kid just kept pushing me. People now are just barbaric!! I was suppose to reach Genting by 11am. In the end, I reached there about like nearly 1pm? Arghh..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdvvsBteWI/AAAAAAAABe4/18sS5mKJfDI/s1600-h/DSC06255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419923541626550626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdvvsBteWI/AAAAAAAABe4/18sS5mKJfDI/s320/DSC06255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people sitting next to me was saying: "Later how much are you going to bet?","I came yesterday and there was no one" (Bunch of gamblers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I finally reach Genting, I was practically running to First World. Luckily when I reached First World, because Zhuang Quan's voice was so loud, I found the place. OMG.. All the shit I went through was so worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdvvKogfTI/AAAAAAAABew/SQJri64VFmY/s1600-h/DSC06266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419923532662471986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdvvKogfTI/AAAAAAAABew/SQJri64VFmY/s320/DSC06266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TND was on stage when I arrived!! OMG..they are freaking chunted this year, as always. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdvu0IFrII/AAAAAAAABeo/Hm_S7c74Umw/s1600-h/DSC06273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419923526620916866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdvu0IFrII/AAAAAAAABeo/Hm_S7c74Umw/s320/DSC06273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If watching something I Love means getting crap, I don't mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdtmbLQICI/AAAAAAAABeg/9NZLkTuWxpU/s1600-h/DSC06285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419921183461089314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdtmbLQICI/AAAAAAAABeg/9NZLkTuWxpU/s320/DSC06285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love how they look on stage. Stage presence is everything in Diabolo. I love being on stage too, too bad, not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdtmPonwYI/AAAAAAAABeY/Puq_oLzuSiQ/s1600-h/DSC06293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419921180363047298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdtmPonwYI/AAAAAAAABeY/Puq_oLzuSiQ/s320/DSC06293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! So nice the ending pose! Man, I wish I had a team too. Shu Qing looks so awesome when he smiles! I love watching him perform. Too bad he's so young, or else, I'll definitely go crazy for him. What? Hey everyone will have their favourite performer for different reason what. I have 4 to 5 of them.The Hoe brothers are my favourite. Hahaha... Even my mum has one. I always call him my mum's boyfriend. lolxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdtluPJeNI/AAAAAAAABeQ/wAThqTeAesE/s1600-h/DSC06310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419921171397834962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdtluPJeNI/AAAAAAAABeQ/wAThqTeAesE/s320/DSC06310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Special Performance: Yeow Peng Hao (Malaysia #1) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdtlY6TMgI/AAAAAAAABeI/vGsJSALBiY0/s1600-h/DSC06317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419921165673247234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdtlY6TMgI/AAAAAAAABeI/vGsJSALBiY0/s320/DSC06317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdtk0VoAiI/AAAAAAAABeA/S6y9GgbAITE/s1600-h/DSC06330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419921155855745570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdtk0VoAiI/AAAAAAAABeA/S6y9GgbAITE/s320/DSC06330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely, he's doing 4. (3 yellow 1 blue)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After his performance, I went to lunch. Everywhere was packed. I ended up at Marybrowns. I bought a burger and I just went back to the place and sat on the floor to eat. The things I do for my love one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then, they continued at 2pm with the solo female category and male category. No one really caught my eye.. That means solo category this year wasn't that good. Oh, just one girl maybe. She's just 9 this year and OMG!! I have no idea what she's made of. I think she's made out of flour or egg..there's no way she's human!! CRAZY SIAO man her moves. Scare me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after my chores in the morning, on the bus, queing for the cablecar, on the car, watching the competition, eating lunch and resume watching the competition (approx. 8-9 hours), my coaches was so nice..they brought me backstage to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdm-zucZdI/AAAAAAAABd4/BwWdd8GwepU/s1600-h/DSC06337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419913905786611154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdm-zucZdI/AAAAAAAABd4/BwWdd8GwepU/s320/DSC06337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woohoo, this is how Genting First World's backstage look like. After so many years of performing, believe me when I tell you this is the best one I've seen. Can fit around 100 ppl inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdm-TCDk1I/AAAAAAAABdw/fFGCZhF5VsQ/s1600-h/DSC06338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419913897010500434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdm-TCDk1I/AAAAAAAABdw/fFGCZhF5VsQ/s320/DSC06338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is their mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after the competition ended, I went to rejoin Li Jia and Annie that promised to give me a place to stay. And so the drama continues. We went to dinner and I got accused for jumping que again. That was really not my day. This time it was a brainless woman. You know what? I don't want to talk about it. Later I might end up with a smashed up computer then kantoi. Why spoil my happy mood? Like I say, the things I go through for my Darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after we ate at another restaurant with better customer services, me, Li Jia and Annie went to enjoy the Christmas Deco and the Fantastic Bitching-about-that-woman-the-whole-time walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdm-NHp36I/AAAAAAAABdo/9eNPqvwm-5c/s1600-h/DSC06345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419913895423369122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdm-NHp36I/AAAAAAAABdo/9eNPqvwm-5c/s320/DSC06345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice Christmas Deco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdm9QBosJI/AAAAAAAABdY/eoSEkqPE3_g/s1600-h/DSC06350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419913879023562898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Szdm9QBosJI/AAAAAAAABdY/eoSEkqPE3_g/s320/DSC06350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The we went jalan-jalan and I bought this very nice hairband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdlBLbKrOI/AAAAAAAABdQ/JD6NQcUhywY/s1600-h/DSC06358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419911747484691682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdlBLbKrOI/AAAAAAAABdQ/JD6NQcUhywY/s320/DSC06358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who could leave out food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdlAolfrRI/AAAAAAAABdI/UR-29kPjbNc/s1600-h/DSC06359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419911738132770066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdlAolfrRI/AAAAAAAABdI/UR-29kPjbNc/s320/DSC06359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and the sweet-tooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdlAV8uAoI/AAAAAAAABdA/giNpS51lQTk/s1600-h/DSC06363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419911733129904770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdlAV8uAoI/AAAAAAAABdA/giNpS51lQTk/s320/DSC06363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Carol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite my hatred for the place, I found that night quite memorable. And very magical. Thanks Li Jia and Annie for turning my disaster day around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20th December 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to put up with gastric in the morning. Guess I didn't eat enough the night before because of bitching too much about that annoying woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after watching Shu Yi's performance(He's a genius, like his brother) right after the group category, I went back. Partly because, nobody remembered me because I cut my hair, Zi Xin ffk and didn't come to Genting at all and I didn't find the solo category really interesting. Besides that, I felt quite despressed too because even Nicole didn't want to talk to me. Maybe because they're really under pressure I suppose. I wish I was in the competition. All because I didn't have a team. What a stupid reason. However, I gave up going to Laos and prom for being in Genting, at the end, it was all worth it. Yes, after putting up with crap, it was worth while all because of my love and support for the sport. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdlAFD0ZzI/AAAAAAAABc4/tbfg1pHxRuU/s1600-h/DSC06367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419911728596281138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SzdlAFD0ZzI/AAAAAAAABc4/tbfg1pHxRuU/s320/DSC06367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be a part of my life for now and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-6905508912388255776?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/6905508912388255776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=6905508912388255776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6905508912388255776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6905508912388255776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2009/12/november-december-2009.html' title='November &amp; December 2009'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Sz94eSfqCxI/AAAAAAAABlQ/IY12lwetIp0/s72-c/DSC05779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-6927510664676548009</id><published>2009-10-30T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:49:22.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG WILL OFFICIALLY BE DEAD.</title><content type='html'>Notice: My blog is going to be dead till SPM is over.. sorry, but studies and YO-YO comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the immature fellow who likes to spam my blog...spam all you want...as if I give a damn. You're so wasting your hatred. You should save it for someone like yourself. I'm so not worth it. I've received more "f-u " words more than you eat rice, so basically, I'm immune to babi languages. No point wasting your time on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR ALL SPM-ers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-6927510664676548009?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/6927510664676548009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=6927510664676548009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6927510664676548009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/6927510664676548009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-will-officially-be-dead.html' title='BLOG WILL OFFICIALLY BE DEAD.'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-2211390083815350118</id><published>2009-10-05T03:54:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:46:19.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The diary of a hyper Librarian</title><content type='html'>Okay although I'm no longer a librarian.. I still love SMKDU'S library dearly... How could you not?? How could I not?? I've been a librarian in SMKDU for 5 long years... Hey we don't do all boring stuff you know?? I'm quite proud to say that apart from doing a lot of donkey work, [especially the secretary who has to prepare a large amount of pointless reports and gets no credit (me)]... We actually get to do a lot of fun stuff and I learnt a lot about how library works... Like if you ask me to find any book in any library, I can easily find it.... Like the library week is our signature project. Ever since the first time I was involved in the library week in form 1, I've never stopped to even think about quitting library despite how much hard work it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st year: Sweets and Candy&lt;br /&gt;2nd year: Music&lt;br /&gt;3rd year: Arts and Craft&lt;br /&gt;4th year: Magical World&lt;br /&gt;5th year: Crimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the one that made most impact was in fact the Magical World and Crimes...Ideas mostly contributed by yours truly ( I'm always the mastermind...and I have no idea where does all the freaking-me-out ideas came from... Sometimes it just plains scares me...)both were our year's major projects... the form 5s are very proud to have pull through the worst... how we nearly burn down the library and the "RED GHOST " issue is just haunting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we also have our signature work : GOSSIPING...that is a skill all librarians know...without us even lifting a finger to teach them...we just sit all day and talk...and frankly...that is one of the things I like about being a librarian...the gossip is just so juicy you can't get enough and of course...you make friends easily... You having no idea how many friend I got just by saying: " Return on the ___ ar"...then, they know your face, you know their face then we start talking...I even made friends by yelling at them...mostly..they remember my garang face...but I seldom remember their "just- keep- quiet- so- she- won't- bother- us" face...I'm quite surprised to find that most librarians are actually very charismatic and talented in many aspects... Like I never knew Justin is a state badminton player or Mark being a spelling bee champion, poh choo in the Malaysian Orchestra or something and Adam for baking cakes. Of course everybody usually just assume I'm the quiet secretary...Hah funny...I'm anything but quiet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...sad as I am...I have to go on with life...so here is the post...on library week and library bash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library Week - CRIMES&lt;br /&gt;Objective: Promote crime awareness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is all about profit because of the library's bankruptcy last year...hence... I as the deco head.. I bought only cloth, awas tape and Mahjong paper...the others were thrash that I found lying around our locker room...so minus the cloth... I spent less than rm50... and it looks awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crime scene, display and the self defense workshop was my idea...but the form 4s did a great job doing the application... Mine is still paper and ink but THEY are the ones who transform my idea into reality... Of course...with help from some form 5s la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research was crappy at first...but at the last minute...we pulled through with plenty of help from all librarians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsor= 0... the school didn't approve our plea for asking for sponsors from the public... so basically... Budget= 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then prize, games, yada yada...Form 5s help alot with sales..because it's the first time the form 4s are handling library money...it's hard for them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However sales this is was blazing!! Especially the Pepsi... I can't describe how happy I am to see a whole stack of 1 riggit when I am one of those that are going to count and keep track of the money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have to admit...this year...there were more problems compared to last year, but with the drama, the havoc and the H1N1, we crossed the rainbow!! Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNVGkaujpI/AAAAAAAABco/E0msuMSSZUM/s1600-h/DSC02956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391746750235971218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNVGkaujpI/AAAAAAAABco/E0msuMSSZUM/s320/DSC02956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the CRIME sign... hee hee...Display Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNVGLHUwQI/AAAAAAAABcg/Q_wzxPYvzbQ/s1600-h/DSC02961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391746743443702018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNVGLHUwQI/AAAAAAAABcg/Q_wzxPYvzbQ/s320/DSC02961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interactive activity : Crime scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNAfv4cBoI/AAAAAAAABcY/nARwH21uS_k/s1600-h/DSC02963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391724093065922178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNAfv4cBoI/AAAAAAAABcY/nARwH21uS_k/s320/DSC02963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNAfTbQ-vI/AAAAAAAABcQ/tShJ7swWWZA/s1600-h/DSC02975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391724085427370738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNAfTbQ-vI/AAAAAAAABcQ/tShJ7swWWZA/s320/DSC02975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The APD : Love Poh Choo's teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNAeowweGI/AAAAAAAABcI/DVyb8ZJK2RE/s1600-h/DSC02984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391724073974790242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNAeowweGI/AAAAAAAABcI/DVyb8ZJK2RE/s320/DSC02984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster that caused me my cholesterol level...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNAeJjxh6I/AAAAAAAABcA/eKzU4GRgzWU/s1600-h/DSC02991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391724065598834594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNAeJjxh6I/AAAAAAAABcA/eKzU4GRgzWU/s320/DSC02991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored and needed to finish my seni project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNAdt6TynI/AAAAAAAABb4/u9-Xt-v9WP0/s1600-h/DSC02997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391724058177161842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNAdt6TynI/AAAAAAAABb4/u9-Xt-v9WP0/s320/DSC02997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsubQoGEd-I/AAAAAAAABbw/GQ2XqM-uMDA/s1600-h/DSC03025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389572089022019554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsubQoGEd-I/AAAAAAAABbw/GQ2XqM-uMDA/s320/DSC03025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning Day : Rearranging bookshelves...GIRL POWER (Push...Push...*now that was FUN-NY!*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsubQEKKnOI/AAAAAAAABbo/hYH7PcN4Uyo/s1600-h/DSC03031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389572079375523042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsubQEKKnOI/AAAAAAAABbo/hYH7PcN4Uyo/s320/DSC03031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Happy Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsubPpWtc4I/AAAAAAAABbg/Cqxh_XZ4wbU/s1600-h/DSC03049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389572072180380546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsubPpWtc4I/AAAAAAAABbg/Cqxh_XZ4wbU/s320/DSC03049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library's very own joker... THE BOY WHO SPLIT HIS PANTS.. Lol... sorry la...I didn't mean to look at your legs and found out that you had split your pants... I'm really not that miang k?? And it was a big hole...how can you blame me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsubPNVgD9I/AAAAAAAABbY/Tjn9BsjxXzA/s1600-h/DSC03052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389572064659115986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsubPNVgD9I/AAAAAAAABbY/Tjn9BsjxXzA/s320/DSC03052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign says: Wanted for Bootylicous-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all..It was a great success...what a great way to end the show!!&lt;br /&gt;Because we pulled in over 1000 riggit this year (imagine all the 1 riggits...), we decided to have a librarian bash to celebrate our victory...So we ended up deciding on Adam's house instead of mine...and I thank the moon for it because...We all went crazy and if they came my house...My house might end up as ashes...So I went there late because of my satay-buying...OMG...the best satay ever!! KAJANG SATAY is the best!! Everybody went crazy over it and my hard-earn 50 riggit for teaching...GONE...The BBQ was a total failure dispite how Kenrick and Devraj wanted to succeed in their "man- has- a- thing- for- BBQ" attempt... The foods was over the top so throughout the whole bash... I was stuffing myself...somehow... I was very hungry that night and the whole Librarian Board found the " Eating like a cow" side of me...how embarassing...at the same time...Mark was amused by how that much amount of food can fit into such a tiny person... If one day you found out Mark... Please remember to tell me... Everbody had a great time that night. I especially love the spiral staircase and Adam's white cat... So cool...And of course with us childish people...the children in Adam's house went along with our childish plays too... Personally I thought they were more mature than most of us... All in all..A splendid night.....I believe for all of us...I believe the RED GHOST will be proud of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library Bash - 1st August 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsubOkTzfmI/AAAAAAAABbQ/gWyadnpstro/s1600-h/DSC03287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389572053646147170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsubOkTzfmI/AAAAAAAABbQ/gWyadnpstro/s320/DSC03287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenrick asking the chicken to burn... lolxx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuTY7_o6NI/AAAAAAAABbI/RmOhiKG7Mh8/s1600-h/DSC03286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389563435709688018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuTY7_o6NI/AAAAAAAABbI/RmOhiKG7Mh8/s320/DSC03286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie...My "Decendant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuTYPkPLII/AAAAAAAABbA/oI1JAgurxGE/s1600-h/DSC03289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389563423783595138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuTYPkPLII/AAAAAAAABbA/oI1JAgurxGE/s320/DSC03289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of letting " THE BOY WHO SPLIT HIS PANTS" watch the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuTXhqaxCI/AAAAAAAABa4/LK5aOZddw0A/s1600-h/DSC05984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389563411461489698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuTXhqaxCI/AAAAAAAABa4/LK5aOZddw0A/s320/DSC05984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who came... So happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuTWx6VXBI/AAAAAAAABaw/wQUvjjsMlJk/s1600-h/DSC05973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389563398643342354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuTWx6VXBI/AAAAAAAABaw/wQUvjjsMlJk/s320/DSC05973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to throw Stephanie in Adam's pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuTWVJ3pBI/AAAAAAAABao/FiZjxnOi8WA/s1600-h/DSC05976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389563390923875346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuTWVJ3pBI/AAAAAAAABao/FiZjxnOi8WA/s320/DSC05976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap... I laugh too soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuNSRUdkCI/AAAAAAAABag/yYvmuQPh9eY/s1600-h/DSC06004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389556724105318434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuNSRUdkCI/AAAAAAAABag/yYvmuQPh9eY/s320/DSC06004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle of the Gays?? Or Maybe Battle of the Non-Girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuNR0fnMsI/AAAAAAAABaY/HJzcfd--A6M/s1600-h/DSC06012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389556716367459010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuNR0fnMsI/AAAAAAAABaY/HJzcfd--A6M/s320/DSC06012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They 2 look so good together... I can't resist posting this picture up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuNRBZ6G7I/AAAAAAAABaQ/EoZdcUpO234/s1600-h/DSC06015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389556702653324210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuNRBZ6G7I/AAAAAAAABaQ/EoZdcUpO234/s320/DSC06015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Adam looks old enough to be her father...lolxx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuNQgeoB3I/AAAAAAAABaI/p-e86HKiSDc/s1600-h/DSC06025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389556693814740850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuNQgeoB3I/AAAAAAAABaI/p-e86HKiSDc/s320/DSC06025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priceless look on Poh Choo's face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuNQPrwnWI/AAAAAAAABaA/aoKGKF7o3hA/s1600-h/DSC06036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389556689306426722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsuNQPrwnWI/AAAAAAAABaA/aoKGKF7o3hA/s320/DSC06036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids playing with the older kids... Check out Mini Adam... Damn Adorable Siao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskFn-pYkZI/AAAAAAAABZ4/4lXsTweMaaU/s1600-h/DSC06042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844613515121042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskFn-pYkZI/AAAAAAAABZ4/4lXsTweMaaU/s320/DSC06042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical chair brought back memories... This time it requires big butts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskFnFC4kbI/AAAAAAAABZw/g8uoCtnSSJo/s1600-h/DSC06063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844598052819378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskFnFC4kbI/AAAAAAAABZw/g8uoCtnSSJo/s320/DSC06063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like these 2 SOPO lar... banging each other...Lydia said she couldn't sit properly after this...Her butt got serious blue blacks...Bet Mei Xuan has the same problem XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskFmKMCE2I/AAAAAAAABZo/blZkVS_O8pw/s1600-h/DSC06068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844582253499234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskFmKMCE2I/AAAAAAAABZo/blZkVS_O8pw/s320/DSC06068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went a bit crazy after the coke...bet Adam put 3 more teaspoons of sugar in mine to spike my drink...Scientifically proven : sugar = high (see...read my blog also can learn BIO...damn cool right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskFlpbx_TI/AAAAAAAABZg/YgsjSnvCDKU/s1600-h/DSC06071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844573461183794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskFlpbx_TI/AAAAAAAABZg/YgsjSnvCDKU/s320/DSC06071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time I see her so chilling....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskFk8pstFI/AAAAAAAABZY/HQDaK4IO8N4/s1600-h/DSC06075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844561439962194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskFk8pstFI/AAAAAAAABZY/HQDaK4IO8N4/s320/DSC06075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went making out with Katherine... LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks damn real wei...Don't worry.. I'm not less...just Gay... lol...(jkjk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskDEKWLeWI/AAAAAAAABZM/Yv4B9S-VlrQ/s1600-h/DSC06082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388841799157250402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskDEKWLeWI/AAAAAAAABZM/Yv4B9S-VlrQ/s320/DSC06082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course who can forget Sean?? My mentor to being KIASU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskAIQLw_aI/AAAAAAAABX8/NlfeCC-p81Q/s1600-h/DSC03300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388838570908777890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskAIQLw_aI/AAAAAAAABX8/NlfeCC-p81Q/s320/DSC03300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He couldn't carry me even after he went NS (everyone can carry me...I'm so light..I bet even Amy can and he cannot?)...eh...Program NS tak jadi la...HE DROPPED ME...but at least... I landed on him...hah...serves him right for dropping me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskAHyGoZRI/AAAAAAAABX0/joJkDc-QaeY/s1600-h/DSC03301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388838562834179346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskAHyGoZRI/AAAAAAAABX0/joJkDc-QaeY/s320/DSC03301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Wonderful Assistant. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskDDbG3uXI/AAAAAAAABZA/etEtcIRRuIs/s1600-h/DSC06087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388841786476575090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskDDbG3uXI/AAAAAAAABZA/etEtcIRRuIs/s320/DSC06087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cheeky Ones.. Look at those cheeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskDCCrYXnI/AAAAAAAABY0/QrChNrnxAnU/s1600-h/DSC06107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388841762738953842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskDCCrYXnI/AAAAAAAABY0/QrChNrnxAnU/s320/DSC06107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The few of the lucky guys that got to hang out with the whole house full of girls...maybe it can't be considered as a house...mansion is more like it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskDBbQuwfI/AAAAAAAABYo/TwON4S72t2E/s1600-h/DSC06108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388841752158192114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskDBbQuwfI/AAAAAAAABYo/TwON4S72t2E/s320/DSC06108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The watermelon I forced them to finish.. By this time...they're trying to figure out how come I don't get fat...(High metabolism rate darling!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskDAiG-0aI/AAAAAAAABYc/DIUy6FsLd3c/s1600-h/DSC06110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388841736816480674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SskDAiG-0aI/AAAAAAAABYc/DIUy6FsLd3c/s320/DSC06110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll laugh my head off if Devraj split his jeans right in front of my eyes this time...with the way of his sitting position....*shakes head*... if not now...It'll happen soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-2211390083815350118?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/2211390083815350118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=2211390083815350118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/2211390083815350118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/2211390083815350118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2009/10/diary-of-hyper-librarian.html' title='The diary of a hyper Librarian'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/StNVGkaujpI/AAAAAAAABco/E0msuMSSZUM/s72-c/DSC02956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-7797985044003258964</id><published>2009-09-24T17:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T03:53:32.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still owe you 2 posts, but they have got to wait...</title><content type='html'>SEPTEMBER 5TH 2009 - MLTR CONCERT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one of the best night of my life...I wouldn't trade anything in the world for this... my favourite band - MLTR came to Genting Highlands...so me and Deepa managed to roll ourselves up there and watched the brilliant show... It was so AWESOME!! The whole place was packed by the time we got there and their opening song is none other than Deepa's favourite - Sleeping Child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjqZ4lP86I/AAAAAAAABVU/T66y-xMaenQ/s1600-h/DSC04863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388814684555047842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjqZ4lP86I/AAAAAAAABVU/T66y-xMaenQ/s320/DSC04863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLTR!!! Mikkel on guitar, Jascha on keys, Sore on drums and Ida on bass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjqazNwYNI/AAAAAAAABVk/HfAoTrfu1c4/s1600-h/DSC04872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388814700294201554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjqazNwYNI/AAAAAAAABVk/HfAoTrfu1c4/s320/DSC04872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome Lighting...I'm quite impressed with Genting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Ssjqblo_3AI/AAAAAAAABVs/HAsATX2Aolc/s1600-h/DSC04877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388814713830235138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Ssjqblo_3AI/AAAAAAAABVs/HAsATX2Aolc/s320/DSC04877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjqcG1MRrI/AAAAAAAABV0/fA4W7wMQWm4/s1600-h/DSC04880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388814722739750578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjqcG1MRrI/AAAAAAAABV0/fA4W7wMQWm4/s320/DSC04880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Deepa...The SCREAM TEAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjzcIKv4iI/AAAAAAAABXk/8pzWjjAQ20s/s1600-h/DSC04887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388824618703249954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjzcIKv4iI/AAAAAAAABXk/8pzWjjAQ20s/s320/DSC04887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very nice Australian guy took it for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjzcnAjAXI/AAAAAAAABXs/8bzwWjzf6fc/s1600-h/DSC04885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388824626981962098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjzcnAjAXI/AAAAAAAABXs/8bzwWjzf6fc/s320/DSC04885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padee =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjzbsMldfI/AAAAAAAABXc/m7yodeBzJ1Q/s1600-h/DSC04888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388824611194762738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjzbsMldfI/AAAAAAAABXc/m7yodeBzJ1Q/s320/DSC04888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLTR!! Eternity Tour!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjzbD7r-hI/AAAAAAAABXU/LFZS1Phj24I/s1600-h/DSC04889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388824600386468370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjzbD7r-hI/AAAAAAAABXU/LFZS1Phj24I/s320/DSC04889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjzaqkmcSI/AAAAAAAABXM/BA3PRzu6moE/s1600-h/DSC04892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388824593578750242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjzaqkmcSI/AAAAAAAABXM/BA3PRzu6moE/s320/DSC04892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Deepa for my violently shaking hand...I was freezing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjwNK6gDUI/AAAAAAAABXE/uO170iLw_IA/s1600-h/DSC04894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388821063207488834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjwNK6gDUI/AAAAAAAABXE/uO170iLw_IA/s320/DSC04894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did a great job with my camera... ARENA OF STARS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjwMkSWfOI/AAAAAAAABW8/XXHnmDUUj_U/s1600-h/DSC04898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388821052838542562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjwMkSWfOI/AAAAAAAABW8/XXHnmDUUj_U/s320/DSC04898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting at night is just MAGICAL...only if I weren't turning into solid ice, I would've LOVE to jump in the fountain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjwMPFpkoI/AAAAAAAABW0/BXM5D3N7-fw/s1600-h/DSC04900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388821047148122754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjwMPFpkoI/AAAAAAAABW0/BXM5D3N7-fw/s320/DSC04900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepa's got skill wei...the blood in my hands were barely moving and she could click such fantastic pictures out?? *Salute*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjwLsa52FI/AAAAAAAABWs/2AKD61oPC_A/s1600-h/DSC04905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388821037842028626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjwLsa52FI/AAAAAAAABWs/2AKD61oPC_A/s320/DSC04905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry padee....My hands really cannot tahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjwLLScDVI/AAAAAAAABWk/khvy0ewzH8g/s1600-h/DSC04906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388821028948151634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjwLLScDVI/AAAAAAAABWk/khvy0ewzH8g/s320/DSC04906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn nice lar wei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjsnPmSc9I/AAAAAAAABWc/mnJrxom4GnI/s1600-h/DSC04909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388817113094976466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjsnPmSc9I/AAAAAAAABWc/mnJrxom4GnI/s320/DSC04909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got inside the Genting Hotel...and we were playing with the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Ssjsm53rloI/AAAAAAAABWU/Pd-PH8z7F4o/s1600-h/DSC04911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388817107262346882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Ssjsm53rloI/AAAAAAAABWU/Pd-PH8z7F4o/s320/DSC04911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...Dee ---pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjsmdZyhRI/AAAAAAAABWM/Ni4XX3hzNes/s1600-h/DSC04918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388817099620779282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjsmdZyhRI/AAAAAAAABWM/Ni4XX3hzNes/s320/DSC04918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol....BJ.... hahaha....Dasar OJO...hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Ssjsl2RD63I/AAAAAAAABWE/9Bfq8y4ct38/s1600-h/DSC04943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388817089115188082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Ssjsl2RD63I/AAAAAAAABWE/9Bfq8y4ct38/s320/DSC04943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the Eternity CD... *FREAKING AWESOME!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjslY9y0mI/AAAAAAAABV8/1Osu_Ki2e8o/s1600-h/DSC04946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388817081249747554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjslY9y0mI/AAAAAAAABV8/1Osu_Ki2e8o/s320/DSC04946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beautiful ticket that I pay for myself... =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways..It was the best!!! I will never forget this night...the only thing I have to complain is the fact that they didn't play my favourite song...GHOST OF YOU...the best song ever written!!! Me and Deepa had a time of our life screaming after the trio although they're 3 times older than us...people must think we're funny teenagers..and we had fun making fun of the person sitting next to us...she keep yelling non-stop : "25 MINUTES!!" It was damn funny...She was about 30?? Anyways... It was worth every penny la...my GOD... I never seen anything like it... So awesome....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762531263364318134-7797985044003258964?l=cookiemurderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/feeds/7797985044003258964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762531263364318134&amp;postID=7797985044003258964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/7797985044003258964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762531263364318134/posts/default/7797985044003258964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemurderer.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-still-owe-you-2-posts-but-they-have.html' title='I still owe you 2 posts, but they have got to wait...'/><author><name>V - K I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/ShgTZnHfyqI/AAAAAAAABBg/4eu2sAv_E2k/S220/Greennich+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SsjqZ4lP86I/AAAAAAAABVU/T66y-xMaenQ/s72-c/DSC04863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762531263364318134.post-5228641231749016421</id><published>2009-07-19T00:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:53:09.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Busy Days Just Flew Damn By</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Splwc43Vg7I/AAAAAAAABUM/844DKe6CZcc/s1600-h/DSC03052.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How fast can the clock turns?? Lots of catching up to do here...neways...reason why my blog is dead is because of several things, such as:&lt;br /&gt;A) Library Work&lt;br /&gt;B) Art Project&lt;br /&gt;C) Library Reports&lt;br /&gt;D) Study&lt;br /&gt;E) Many More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I neglected my blog and left it to die...but since I have time now and don't feel like sleeping or studying....I have proof to proof that I'm not lying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SmH8ngzC6MI/AAAAAAAABMI/7w1OCQELyvg/s1600-h/DSC02849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359842787296733378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SmH8ngzC6MI/AAAAAAAABMI/7w1OCQELyvg/s320/DSC02849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My art project's theme is based on motif bunga, I'm suppose to do a ukiran...believe me...not easy... I went through ALOT of trouble... and I thought it was easy at first...I'm damn wrong about that...Above is my first try at painting...not bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359842782315235186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SmH8nOPXR3I/AAAAAAAABL4/4eOIistDmrU/s320/DSC02799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplgvIPgQhI/AAAAAAAABQk/wZH4bQdDNh0/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second try at painting... =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SmH8nWvxybI/AAAAAAAABMA/0VcNxiYI0sw/s1600-h/DSC02882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359842784598673842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SmH8nWvxybI/AAAAAAAABMA/0VcNxiYI0sw/s320/DSC02882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice colours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplgvIPgQhI/AAAAAAAABQk/wZH4bQdDNh0/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375433993026028050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplgvIPgQhI/AAAAAAAABQk/wZH4bQdDNh0/s320/DSC02873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chosen One....lolxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplgwHV4fdI/AAAAAAAABQ0/vk96SYXneUI/s1600-h/DSC02949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375434009964215762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplgwHV4fdI/AAAAAAAABQ0/vk96SYXneUI/s320/DSC02949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing of hands using my hands... My masterpiece... I didn't know I can draw like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SmH8oPuhU0I/AAAAAAAABMQ/O4qXGGL0dVc/s1600-h/DSC02868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359842799894221634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SmH8oPuhU0I/AAAAAAAABMQ/O4qXGGL0dVc/s320/DSC02868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used about 6 hours to finish this...crazy work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplgvoxwJeI/AAAAAAAABQs/YetQcDkQBjo/s1600-h/DSC02901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375434001759610338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplgvoxwJeI/AAAAAAAABQs/YetQcDkQBjo/s320/DSC02901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SmH8oPuhU0I/AAAAAAAABMQ/O4qXGGL0dVc/s1600-h/DSC02868.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplgvoxwJeI/AAAAAAAABQs/YetQcDkQBjo/s1600-h/DSC02901.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was painting one day, I found a moth, a dead one that is...looks damn cool, so I took a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplwcaV4LfI/AAAAAAAABUE/T9MvIj0aMsU/s1600-h/DSC03058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375451263653129714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplwcaV4LfI/AAAAAAAABUE/T9MvIj0aMsU/s320/DSC03058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I drew my whole project, I'm suppose to do a plaster thing so that I can carve on it.. I spent about 4 days doing the freaking thing and guess what happened?? anyways...long story, after the thing broke, I had to walk through the whole KL just to go find a piece of wood so that I can carve on the stupid piece of wood... in the end... the whole project costs me over 70 bucks... wow...seni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplwbppyH8I/AAAAAAAABT8/6N3os1o8bw8/s1600-h/DSC03063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375451250583281602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplwbppyH8I/AAAAAAAABT8/6N3os1o8bw8/s320/DSC03063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love taking pictures of food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplwbeWjwRI/AAAAAAAABT0/Jdjl1_6izrI/s1600-h/DSC03111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375451247549858066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplwbeWjwRI/AAAAAAAABT0/Jdjl1_6izrI/s320/DSC03111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower arrangement for my uncle...me and my mum did it together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplwavRrptI/AAAAAAAABTs/k1mk8xKTxzY/s1600-h/DSC03117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375451234912937682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplwavRrptI/AAAAAAAABTs/k1mk8xKTxzY/s320/DSC03117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like white flowers...sadly...they all resembles death instead of purity...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SpluJdLc6RI/AAAAAAAABTk/_Bj6v6E3EQk/s1600-h/DSC03134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375448738973935890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SpluJdLc6RI/AAAAAAAABTk/_Bj6v6E3EQk/s320/DSC03134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't know....I'll think those two are gays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 11 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SpluI5_9cMI/AAAAAAAABTc/PbLZ86ekNwc/s1600-h/DSC03143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375448729530495170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SpluI5_9cMI/AAAAAAAABTc/PbLZ86ekNwc/s320/DSC03143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my students in this church I teach in... I teach diabolo on saturdays, once a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SpluIT8WUHI/AAAAAAAABTU/wPRELae3sRs/s1600-h/DSC03149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375448719314800754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SpluIT8WUHI/AAAAAAAABTU/wPRELae3sRs/s320/DSC03149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean and Justin...My wacky friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SpluH9s_4UI/AAAAAAAABTM/L5VhE5YS3i0/s1600-h/DSC03155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375448713344835906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SpluH9s_4UI/AAAAAAAABTM/L5VhE5YS3i0/s320/DSC03155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite proud to have taught them something I love...the pay's not bad too...I did a good job...they payed me extra... I fell damn honoured to the golden opportunity...they want me back as soon as SPM is over... If that isn't over the top...I don't know what is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continueing my art thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SpluHWwlR-I/AAAAAAAABTE/rJN5tfFsZ_k/s1600-h/DSC03160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375448702890887138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SpluHWwlR-I/AAAAAAAABTE/rJN5tfFsZ_k/s320/DSC03160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a star in the water...while painting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Splrvlj6EPI/AAAAAAAABS8/i6szL2NDjfc/s1600-h/DSC03179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375446095524139250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/Splrvlj6EPI/AAAAAAAABS8/i6szL2NDjfc/s320/DSC03179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly done....dumb carving that took me whole week and I f**king didn't sleep for dunno how many days to get the damn thing done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplrvTeRFfI/AAAAAAAABS0/APzbsYCN-Pg/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375446090668643826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplrvTeRFfI/AAAAAAAABS0/APzbsYCN-Pg/s320/DSC03180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed and done and passed up....I'm freaking done!!! My soul and blood is in that thing!! Woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Shalini's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplrugyRvsI/AAAAAAAABSs/8XXz7xVAODs/s1600-h/DSC03203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375446077062364866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplrugyRvsI/AAAAAAAABSs/8XXz7xVAODs/s320/DSC03203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it'll be cool to introduce you to my school library's "Tribute to MJ's column" work of the form 4 librarians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplruH8kq4I/AAAAAAAABSk/k_cLG_m_hj0/s1600-h/DSC03209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375446070394661762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplruH8kq4I/AAAAAAAABSk/k_cLG_m_hj0/s320/DSC03209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piece of the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st August 2009&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplrtuxgzhI/AAAAAAAABSc/f5ab6JlgOjA/s1600-h/DSC03241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375446063637384722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplrtuxgzhI/AAAAAAAABSc/f5ab6JlgOjA/s320/DSC03241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Yung's surprise b'day...maybe we shouldn't call it surprise bacause he didn't really seem surprised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplowocFKzI/AAAAAAAABSU/ugBMdlxIbsw/s1600-h/DSC03242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375442814941604658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplowocFKzI/AAAAAAAABSU/ugBMdlxIbsw/s320/DSC03242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves Cougar... Khai khai's kitty... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplowPORqLI/AAAAAAAABSM/Ubfc647FS_w/s1600-h/DSC03259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375442808172816562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckk0cq1_joQ/SplowPORqLI/AAAAAAAABSM/Ubfc647FS_w/s320/DSC03259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An army of te
