tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88760754688901246352024-03-16T17:19:13.220+08:00Cheryl MerylI don't like my previous header anymore.
Hence I'm gonna change it.
Soon.
But not so soon.Cheryl a.k.a. Shang Huihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392119194067409706noreply@blogger.comBlogger351125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-20777334124545483022012-06-26T00:10:00.001+08:002012-06-26T00:12:13.267+08:00Run for a Reason<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sassy much.</td></tr>
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I'm not sure if I've grown, or running has become a trend.<br />
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Apparently more and more people are paying for distance running. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Whenever there is a race, my Facebook wall will be flooded by the related pictures. </span></div>
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2 years ago, I would be very impressed if one told me that he ran a half marathon. Or 10km. </div>
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I would never in my mind imagine that I could repeat the same thing for that long. </div>
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I mean, how many steps is a complete set of run constitute of?</div>
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Maximum, 4. </div>
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1. Left leg steps forward, while right hand holding a fist with a 90-degree elbow punching a little upward. Lift right leg backward. A little. </div>
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2. Hops a little. By a little, I mean very little. Less than one second.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;">3. Right leg steps forward, while left hand holding a fist with a 90-degree elbow punching a little upward, an simultaneously, right hand reverts to the original position. Lift left leg backward. A little. </span></div>
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4. Hops. Repeat step 1.</div>
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It sounds very complicated, isn't it?</div>
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Trust me. It's easy. </div>
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You just gotta try these four steps. </div>
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And for a half marathon, if you going at my pace, you repeat this 4 steps for 180 minutes. I can complete 1 set in 1 second (no, you really don't have to be impressed). So in 1 minute, I will be doing 60 sets. In order to complete 21kms, I will be doing roughly 10,800 sets.</div>
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10,000 of the same steps.</div>
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Be impressed with my patience and my endurance. </div>
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*reads from the beginning.</div>
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Face palm.*</div>
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I hope that you are able to comprehend my sarcasm. </div>
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Anyway, there goes my introduction.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;">I started running last year.</span></div>
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This year, my boy joined me too.</div>
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So did Goh.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionsKZtTr5zsKvnw4D8RgK4IkxvVUmzlc-PNcO3DoGxI8EKrngt710DWLLx7DcvaEwo9TEy2tz0ZY11Eet365TzfZ5eW3bWwTGPniEK1AS9VrFn0-OoVbrJLd9RvXYTRGpnAI09y1cBuc/s1600/IMG_1387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionsKZtTr5zsKvnw4D8RgK4IkxvVUmzlc-PNcO3DoGxI8EKrngt710DWLLx7DcvaEwo9TEy2tz0ZY11Eet365TzfZ5eW3bWwTGPniEK1AS9VrFn0-OoVbrJLd9RvXYTRGpnAI09y1cBuc/s640/IMG_1387.JPG" width="640" /></a>You know what happened last year?</div>
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Goh, a very competitive person, called me up at my last km, wanted to know my whereabouts. </div>
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He was very shocked when he got to know that I joined the half marathon as he only ran for 10km. </div>
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So, he had got no chance to compare.</div>
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This year, he is getting slightly smarter thus confirming the category I would be going for, and joined the same one. </div>
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So, the reason Goh ran was to compare with myself. Or Clement. Or any other individuals he personally know of. </div>
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He relies on others to boost his confidence. In achieving something, he needs a kick on his ass. </div>
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This is his reason of running.</div>
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Oh by the way, Goh is a good person. (after all the bitching??)</div>
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Mine is quite shallow too.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjre5gZNUD9nu7YVjL5g_Uldvym0lFF64vBCsINwaZR6WwxUTOW0JqHdQiNN3is4HvkkWou48QH1z21zHlaR6PYvYQ8urImeV9KCtu1y5cMcimbRuY-rIGI_7XZfUJSju3jqiR9TE-MUOc/s1600/IMG_1390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjre5gZNUD9nu7YVjL5g_Uldvym0lFF64vBCsINwaZR6WwxUTOW0JqHdQiNN3is4HvkkWou48QH1z21zHlaR6PYvYQ8urImeV9KCtu1y5cMcimbRuY-rIGI_7XZfUJSju3jqiR9TE-MUOc/s640/IMG_1390.JPG" width="480" /></a>
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Like Goh, I am a competitive person too.</div>
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The difference between Goh and myself is that I am competing with myself.</div>
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I quote myself. </div>
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You are winning because you broke your own record. No because you broke mine.</blockquote>
Yeap. Quite a lousy quote but still..<br />
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I didn't get to win this round.<br />
Sigh it's kind of expected.<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Being a student is usually more luxurious when it comes to time utilisation. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Alright.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Off the shallow reasons.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Now let's go to those which brought me to tears. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">This. </span><br />
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Jessica's caption:<br />
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Look, Bigo! Ma did it!</blockquote>
<span style="background-color: white;">Quite obvious, Bigo is Jessica's dog. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">A beagle.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">A beagle which left her due to fatal disease. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My eyes welled when I saw this picture. </td></tr>
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Congrates Jessica. You did it for Bigo. =)<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Clement also ran for a reason. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">A heavy and meaningful one too. </span><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiflkR0R28ZuGTHk6qRrt502lgJ8FBgUOdKxwYypUj_EhHuJ1C_3hyLoEg3BE3fSilp9KxcWnOBgSkZo6YoDhThLkooCeoTB-D2GDlstIWcTcgbuwFpaakner3DA4NxXcpiO49PWaCySDE/s1600/IMG_1383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiflkR0R28ZuGTHk6qRrt502lgJ8FBgUOdKxwYypUj_EhHuJ1C_3hyLoEg3BE3fSilp9KxcWnOBgSkZo6YoDhThLkooCeoTB-D2GDlstIWcTcgbuwFpaakner3DA4NxXcpiO49PWaCySDE/s640/IMG_1383.JPG" width="478" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The complexion difference wasn't due to foundation or powder. </td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">And you are thinking that I am praising myself.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Tsk tsk. So judgmental. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Yes, I was the one who made him believe that he could run a half marathon race. (Woooooooo.....),</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">but I was not the core reason of him finishing the race. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">He too, ran for his friend. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">His highschool mate whom he has known for more than a decade.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">And yes, you've guessed it. </span><br />
His highschool mate who has passed away in a motor-vehicle accident.<br />
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Norman, you reading this?<br />
Your friend ran for you.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQQMAYemxYfdwzzi5DfdLgEDWT4Ngp1NRpLe-qFKGiqR0Z0tEYnTvLCxI9nO3Hhl7UJ5kzIt5mV5dWEOUtGRjeuRAeyhYLMVeO_5Be72FPQQEgh135UYtUql3x6RBlaORptbtbFQ5hZcg/s1600/gayyyyyy" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQQMAYemxYfdwzzi5DfdLgEDWT4Ngp1NRpLe-qFKGiqR0Z0tEYnTvLCxI9nO3Hhl7UJ5kzIt5mV5dWEOUtGRjeuRAeyhYLMVeO_5Be72FPQQEgh135UYtUql3x6RBlaORptbtbFQ5hZcg/s400/gayyyyyy" width="400" /></a>
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Ok. Joke. Joke.<br />
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This gay seal is just a joke.<br />
Please don't take it too seriously.<br />
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People ran for a reason.<br />
Some people do it otherwise.<br />
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Lazy is an obvious reason.<br />
But there are something more meaningful.<br />
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<a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2012/6/25/nation/11543829&sec=nation">http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2012/6/25/nation/11543829&sec=nation</a>
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If you are lazy to read, let the good Samaritan here tells you what happened.<br />
This boy has been running with his girl for the last few years.<br />
This year, he did not run.<br />
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He was preparing his marriage proposal.<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Once the girl stepped on the finish line...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Tadah!! Knee on the floor, roses and rings.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">This is one good reason to justify his absence in the race. </span><br />
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So.... </div>
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What's your reason for running? Or not running?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-70528452082341735272011-09-22T01:55:00.002+08:002011-09-22T01:58:20.563+08:00She who walks the dogHalf past eleven.<br />
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The heavy electric gate drags itself aside, making an exit for the girl and the dog.<br />
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The girl, invariably dressed up.<br />
She usually appears in one-pieced dress, and a pair of flippers which looks totally out of place.<br />
Sometimes she will be spotted in short A-lined skirts, with the blouse or the shirt tucked in, attempting to pull out the quirky look.<br />
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The dog, a Shih Tzu.<br />
He is not overweight, but those fluffy hair gives the impression of otherwise.<br />
He has a small bunch of coconut-leaves like hair over his head, thanks to his owner.<br />
Oh by the way, he doesn't look very intelligent.<br />
Well, how smart can he be when he ranks <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Intelligence_of_Dogs">70th</a> among other breeds when it comes to working/obedience intelligence?<br />
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The duo doesn't make much of noise when they walk together.<br />
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Sometimes, when the girl feels fat, she would exclaim 'come Carpy!' in a very high pitch, and starts running.<br />
The fluffy creature would then run after her.<br />
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Sometimes, when the fluffy creature steps into some prohibited area, say, neighbours' front yard garden,<br />
the girl pulls up an angry look, and says 'Carpy, no.' in an exceptionally low tone.<br />
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As if the dog can see her face when he is busy marking his territory.<br />
As if the dog can understand that low tone implies unhappiness when he is busy peeing.<br />
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Then, the girl would pull the strings which tied around the dog, without any hard feeling.<br />
The dog would usually reluctantly follow the girl after some useless struggles.<br />
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If it stays stoned, the girl would just scoop the dog up.<br />
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Advantage of having a small dog.<br />
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'Come Carpy!'<br />
'Carpy, no.'<br />
Tinkling keys.<br />
Tapping paws.<br />
Tapping feet.<br />
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The midnight cacophony.<br />
Too soft to form noise pollution,<br />
but too loud to be ignored by the curious souls.<br />
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Every single night, without fail.<br />
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And then.<br />
<br />
At the front door, the monochrome image of the girl is framed and placed at the entrance.<br />
A white casket is placed in the middle of the front yard.<br />
The girl is resting in the casket, the face is as peaceful as if she had been treated some rejuvenating yogurt facial treatment.<br />
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No wreath, the scene looks plain and dull, but this is what she has requested.<br />
She is lying in her comfortable black tee and jeans, and a pair of pumps, as what she has requested.<br />
Not her usual way dressing, but again, her family wants her requests to be obliged.<br />
Some guests wonder, will she ever regret writing this <a href="http://cherylmeryl.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-ever-died.html">entry </a>in her blog?<br />
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Tee and jeans, it's just so not her.<br />
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Guests are attempting their best to be happy, again, as requested.<br />
Some are tearing, yet they force a smile on their face when they look through the glass on the casket.<br />
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Eleven o'clock.<br />
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Crowd is getting thinner.<br />
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Spotted at the front yard,<br />
few of her family members,<br />
some of her close friends, her favourite Hamka gang,<br />
her boyfriend.<br />
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Yeap, someone has to do the post party clean up.<br />
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Half past eleven.<br />
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All of the sudden, the dog rushes to the gate, wagging his tails vigorously.<br />
He hops back and forth.<br />
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The whole world freezes. People turn their head towards the dog.<br />
Their eyes set on the dog.<br />
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As tears roll down her cheek, her sister presses the remote control of the electric gate with her shaky hand.<br />
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The heavy electric gate drags itself aside, making an exit for the dog.<br />
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It's happening, as usual.<br />
<br />
Nothing ever changes.<br />
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The crowd tag after the dog, preparing to witness some unbelievable incident.<br />
<br />
The fluffy creature rushes out of the gate, as if he is running after something.<br />
<br />
Or someone.<br />
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Sometimes, the fluffy creature steps into the prohibited area, and before he completes his business,<br />
he backs off.<br />
Reluctantly.<br />
By some invisible force.<br />
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From that day on, everyday at eleven thirty sharp,<br />
the family opens the gate for the dog.<br />
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'Come Carpy!'<br />
'Carpy, no.'<br />
Tapping paws.<br />
Tinkling keys.<br />
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Midnight cacophony goes on.<br />
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Every night, without fail.<br />
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Slight difference though.<br />
That section of tapping feet has been removed.<br />
Or, it is not played anymore.<br />
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Every now and then, even death cannot break the habits.<br />
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P/S:<br />
I had this idea of myself passing away when I was walking Carpy.<br />
Yes, 11.30pm.<br />
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I enjoy the midnight breeze.<br />
I like the silent street.<br />
It's safe - if you allow me to trust the security guards at both ends of the street.<br />
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I do not purposely doll myself up to walk Carpy.<br />
I am usually backed from somewhere, and have not showered yet.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-21198220276498387472011-08-27T13:38:00.002+08:002011-08-27T13:45:24.213+08:00Gloomy Saturday, you look beautifulHere I am, lying on the bed,<div>enjoying the breeze from the ceiling fan,</div><div>thinking hard of what to do.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>So I have read a few books.</div><div>Sprinkled a few trip-plans on my holiday calendar.</div><div>Turned my room to a more presentable one, which, has returned to its original face by now.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>And what should I do now?</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Maybe I should start writing about my life again.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Post-exam pleasure?</div><div>Phuket-Krabi escapade?</div><div>Blooming relationship?</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Welcome back.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-64900597815652574412011-07-18T17:58:00.003+08:002011-07-18T20:16:26.625+08:00IPL treatment at MySolutionLet me tell you, this is solely a girls' topic.<div><br />I know I know, it's useless making this statement.The guys are eager to read on regardless.<br /></div><div>Especially when I specifically stated it's just for girls.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I went for full Brazillian IPL treatment.</div><div><br /></div><div>What's that?</div><div><br /></div><div>Go Google. I'm not quite keen to explain it here. </div><div>Further, the pros provides more detailed and accurate explanation.</div><div><br /></div><div>So why did I go?</div><div><br /></div><div>See, I'm a cheap person. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've always wanted to try Brazillian wax, always want to feel the cleanliness,</div><div>but I'm cheap.</div><div><br /></div><div>One day, I was browsing one of those websites set up solely for cheap person like me,</div><div>and saw this promotion on the IPL treatment. </div><div>The price was discounted by... Can I not do the math?</div><div>Originally, it was RM1.2k per session, </div><div>on promotion, it was RM960 for 4 sessions. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I bought it.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And have to refrain myself from shopping for bajus and heels and food in the following weeks.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I have no idea what kind of treatment is that.</div><div>I didn't even bother to check it online,</div><div>didn't check on the consequences or so.</div><div><br /></div><div>True Shang Hui fashion.</div><div>Impulsive and careless.</div><div><br /></div><div>And so I went.</div><div><br /></div><div>Slight diversion from the main, </div><div>I appreciate the fact that I am a person of no sense of direction,</div><div>but I've never thought that I would get lost at The Curve itself.</div><div>I went from e@The Curve, passed through the Street, and went round and round at The Curve, attempting to look for the place.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, the address was printed on the voucher, the crumpled recycled paper I had been holding for.</div><div>Yes, there is a directory board around, and I have roughly checked it out.</div><div>No, I didn't manage to find the said place at one shot. </div><div><br /></div><div>True Shang Hui fasion. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I was 30 minutes late.</div><div>It was a weekday, </div><div>so they had not much customers anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div>Filled in some form, read some clauses.</div><div><br /></div><div>The therapist then brought me in for a complimentary legs-soaking, with a heated herbal pad placed over my shoulder.</div><div><br /></div><div>I would call this calm before the storm. </div><div><br /></div><div>Upon doing so, she directed me to a changing room, </div><div>and asked me to use the antiseptic for cleaning purpose.</div><div><br /></div><div>And so I did. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was then brought into that room of torture. </div><div>Yes, I paid to have pain inflicted upon me, </div><div>which I had no prior knowledge of. </div><div>Oh I'm such a masochist. </div><div><br /></div><div>She started off by shaving. </div><div>Rather ticklish. And embarrassing. </div><div><br /></div><div>My therapist was good anyway. </div><div>She eased the tensed situation off by chattering it through.</div><div>She told me her own experience on getting the treatment,</div><div>and some of her customer's stories.</div><div><br /></div><div>She was amazed by one of the customers who talked on the phone while getting the treatment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Huh? Why the amazement?</div><div>What's wrong with talking on the phone?</div><div><br /></div><div>You will know.</div><div><br /></div><div>Actually prior to all these, she recommended a cream, which she alleged would ease the pain while undergoing the treatment.</div><div>The problem was, I wanted to get back to college library in the shortest time possible.</div><div>I needed to study.</div><div>I am a nerd like that.</div><div>It required some 40 minutes for the cream to be absorbed before undergoing the treatment.</div><div><br /></div><div>And so I passed. </div><div><br /></div><div>Alright, back to the room of torture.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I had gone through a round of embarrassment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Next round was better though.</div><div>I was asked to wear a pair of goggles as the laser light can be very harmful to my eyes.</div><div>So I obeyed.</div><div>Better this way, at least I saw nothing.</div><div><br /></div><div><blockquote>I will give you one zap, so that you can get a feel of it.<br />If you cannot tahan, just let me know ya. </blockquote></div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, you managed to scare me.... can??</div><div><br /></div><div>The zap will come after 3 beeps, alright?</div><div><br /></div><div>And so I felt a tip pressed against the skin, </div><div>and, </div><div>beep,</div><div>beep, </div><div>beep,</div><div>zap! + flash!</div><div><br /></div><div>I know, you can't feel it by merely reading it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, get a lighted incense, press against your skin.</div><div><br /></div><div>Feel it?</div><div><br /></div><div>Good. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mine is few times more painful. </div><div><br /></div><div>Okay?</div><div><br /></div><div>She asked.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ya...</div><div><br /></div><div>Egoism drove me into saying so.</div><div>Further, I paid. Of course I had to go on. </div><div><br /></div><div>So she would give me 3 zaps on each spot - continuously.</div><div><br /></div><div>For the more sensitive area, i.e., that with thinner skin, she would give 2 zaps - not continuously though. </div><div><br /></div><div>The session lasted for around 15 minutes, with roughly 20 zaps inflicted.</div><div><br /></div><div>For the first time I know, pain can actually cause a human to be sweaty. </div><div><br /></div><div>And I smell burning air. </div><div>Good, the roots were burnt and dead.</div><div>Partly. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, first session ended, which means... 2 news.</div><div><br /></div><div>The good one, it's not that painful for the 2nd time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bad one, I still have to suffer the same (maybe lesser) pain for 3 times.</div><div><br /></div><div>No worries. </div><div>I'm only 24, and if i have 60 years of life span,</div><div>I can be clean for 36 years.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeala may have a few strands left, but at least it's cleaner.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-84011740974308795862011-06-27T22:21:00.016+08:002011-06-28T01:20:41.419+08:00Breakfast with ZeusYea.<br /><br />My boyfriend.<br /><br />Damn cool right his name.♥♥♥<br />♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥<br />♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥♥♥♥<br />♥♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥ ♥♥<br />♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥♥♥ ♥♥♥<br />♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥♥ ♥<br />♥♥ ♥ ♥ ♥<br /> ♥♥ ♥<br /><br /> ♥<br /><br /><br />I wish.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">This is just a title inspired by my breakfast buddy of the day, Mei Yi.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi20q6totzs_AIHdoQ4kOGoYtOZqgpiCi9JlRQhGV70Ze8dRkq2eITZUyUt2gUijXA7T0aNV3fjYZHdDFYqqwX_eEUwuV6u1JDl2Hm7wA0LD4q2tjd9KYe22ZllerBj-2X75BfkGn6FSco/s1600/IMG_45801.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi20q6totzs_AIHdoQ4kOGoYtOZqgpiCi9JlRQhGV70Ze8dRkq2eITZUyUt2gUijXA7T0aNV3fjYZHdDFYqqwX_eEUwuV6u1JDl2Hm7wA0LD4q2tjd9KYe22ZllerBj-2X75BfkGn6FSco/s640/IMG_45801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622937201222321218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Place, click, run and pose.<br /></span></div><br />So we went to Levain Bou.. Pat.. fdjkffdsjkl whatever it is for breakfast.<br />I can't spell it. #getreal<br /><br />Nah here it is.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7Ky3abHaR9pLG81To_MK40Lrf-di7x8YztDUo04cRemIyXaf21zWsGBaoJPJ5Mb_v6PorhlydR1RE0C0qPYEJaRei97rYvRYMVn4D8qsa_sLn5fZ9ZDDgMAtakA_UcTxRZAsyOANZS0/s1600/IMG_4598+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7Ky3abHaR9pLG81To_MK40Lrf-di7x8YztDUo04cRemIyXaf21zWsGBaoJPJ5Mb_v6PorhlydR1RE0C0qPYEJaRei97rYvRYMVn4D8qsa_sLn5fZ9ZDDgMAtakA_UcTxRZAsyOANZS0/s640/IMG_4598+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622933075688060818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was a rainy Monday Morning. Zeus is the Greek God of Rain, hence the title.<br /><br />Mei Yi and I were attempting to poeticise the whole session.<br /><br />Okay okay try to imagine this...<br /><br />Rattan chairs and square wooden tables,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZH4LUs5lQt0ATzz7jHkQZROoD05Fi35-TpNa23HUKC39DWo5kbvKKVdQkTeq3H1SsP2lwz-h2esWQkOR5IDfpU0gzq3lAm02AAkIf2bXnQJh9Q-ZIp18tSaa3A08lUiqyE_8HSomt_E/s1600/IMG_4567+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZH4LUs5lQt0ATzz7jHkQZROoD05Fi35-TpNa23HUKC39DWo5kbvKKVdQkTeq3H1SsP2lwz-h2esWQkOR5IDfpU0gzq3lAm02AAkIf2bXnQJh9Q-ZIp18tSaa3A08lUiqyE_8HSomt_E/s640/IMG_4567+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622940446866357010" border="0" /></a><br />which jazzed up by a cup of cappuccino and a glass of bold cream-colored latte,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmycPxJ810rIWWeTszRH4kDSdVgwP0wB0rEPbg8WhhV3YwxKJigYYRC-8-3QGTTgmE7SFuVV_5dfNBxw_-UVwkv7zuGGfG4l9Ka1k9ySwam21NrqKEXLN7PT46gXBprVb9NttJLsmg-TQ/s1600/IMG_4544+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmycPxJ810rIWWeTszRH4kDSdVgwP0wB0rEPbg8WhhV3YwxKJigYYRC-8-3QGTTgmE7SFuVV_5dfNBxw_-UVwkv7zuGGfG4l9Ka1k9ySwam21NrqKEXLN7PT46gXBprVb9NttJLsmg-TQ/s640/IMG_4544+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622941406239571266" border="0" /></a><br />Accompanied by the cacophony formed with the clinking silver hardware, raindrops against the leaves, chirping birds and giggling friends...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSD4xIEeg_3KxLRcRdswiKSQ-ugRLLz9DUULZZu5Oq9GE5phD0rfeK7Vxvka27kiWFdAdsJG1THKDtXKEQR3AtbwqEe9EZlKmQqnh83L8isj9zawoETVOe05pVANu3Q8lTovDmNqYeJ_8/s1600/IMG_4555+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSD4xIEeg_3KxLRcRdswiKSQ-ugRLLz9DUULZZu5Oq9GE5phD0rfeK7Vxvka27kiWFdAdsJG1THKDtXKEQR3AtbwqEe9EZlKmQqnh83L8isj9zawoETVOe05pVANu3Q8lTovDmNqYeJ_8/s640/IMG_4555+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622934785727007282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now close your eyes and take a deep, satisfying breath...<br /><br />The rich aroma of brewed coffee and fresh-from-oven breads...<br /><br />Lovely..♥♥♥ Exquisite..♥♥♥<br /><br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*SNAP</span></span><br /><br />Sometimes, we just have to be real.<br /><br />Let's start from the very beginning.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">One</span>, rainy Monday morning in KL, how would you expect the traffic to be??<br /><br />Sanguine Virgo like us were able to work it through by playing smooth jazz in the car,<br />and observing other drivers<br />(most of them wear poker face but we saw one smart chap utilise his time to pluck moustache).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Two</span>, rattan chairs are beautiful to look at, but if you know that you have to rest on it for some times, don't wear shorts - the neat texture of the surface will just print on your flesh, and the whole world will know that you have been sitting on one.<br /><br />Smart Virgo like us were also able to work it through by resting only 1/3 of our butts on the chairs. How graceful.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Three</span>, it is a known fact that people of A blood type have the tendency to attract mosquitoes.<br />Exactly.<br />Both of us were wearing shorts, and our smooth, fair, fleshy thighs had become their breakfast table.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Four</span>, flies are common in Malaysia.<br />Why wasn't I surprise to spot them at such a delicate place?<br /><br />So people, be real.<br /><br />Upon having breakfast, we went to tapao some breads.<br /><br />We took the trays.<br /><br />Circle the display centre.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz64RkvQO0cyPaFoHvvLHZXE1BN6g-dvXEl09QT0I7a5USYMJSmOkAeUD82SXLPReVHl4Y-EMJgYm3LIBQB71jkUsdnRLU7gWc4TOyFPl2_XkRY5VD5AC9tiiH3e1u_gbPYg5qmSmkd_Q/s1600/IMG_4572+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz64RkvQO0cyPaFoHvvLHZXE1BN6g-dvXEl09QT0I7a5USYMJSmOkAeUD82SXLPReVHl4Y-EMJgYm3LIBQB71jkUsdnRLU7gWc4TOyFPl2_XkRY5VD5AC9tiiH3e1u_gbPYg5qmSmkd_Q/s640/IMG_4572+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622938363440030930" border="0" /></a><br />Then detour the display centre.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz64RkvQO0cyPaFoHvvLHZXE1BN6g-dvXEl09QT0I7a5USYMJSmOkAeUD82SXLPReVHl4Y-EMJgYm3LIBQB71jkUsdnRLU7gWc4TOyFPl2_XkRY5VD5AC9tiiH3e1u_gbPYg5qmSmkd_Q/s1600/IMG_4572+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz64RkvQO0cyPaFoHvvLHZXE1BN6g-dvXEl09QT0I7a5USYMJSmOkAeUD82SXLPReVHl4Y-EMJgYm3LIBQB71jkUsdnRLU7gWc4TOyFPl2_XkRY5VD5AC9tiiH3e1u_gbPYg5qmSmkd_Q/s640/IMG_4572+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622938363440030930" border="0" /></a><br />And move around the display centre.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz64RkvQO0cyPaFoHvvLHZXE1BN6g-dvXEl09QT0I7a5USYMJSmOkAeUD82SXLPReVHl4Y-EMJgYm3LIBQB71jkUsdnRLU7gWc4TOyFPl2_XkRY5VD5AC9tiiH3e1u_gbPYg5qmSmkd_Q/s1600/IMG_4572+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz64RkvQO0cyPaFoHvvLHZXE1BN6g-dvXEl09QT0I7a5USYMJSmOkAeUD82SXLPReVHl4Y-EMJgYm3LIBQB71jkUsdnRLU7gWc4TOyFPl2_XkRY5VD5AC9tiiH3e1u_gbPYg5qmSmkd_Q/s640/IMG_4572+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622938363440030930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Empty trays. #indecisive Virgo<br /><br />Then I saw samples.<br /><br />I waved frantically at Mei Yi, then only I saw that her back was facing me.<br /><br />My blood carries auntiness.<br />Can't help.<br /><br />Upon trying, we took the bread that we have tried...<br />and repeat the same circle detour move around cycle again.<br /><br />Mei Yi said that we looked like the <span style="font-style: italic;">kelefe</span>s who were hired to go around the display centre to form the impression that the business is running good.<br /><br />-___-<br /><br />Only her.<br /><br />So I kiap a few more breads, and called it a day.<br /><br />And oh... it's time for lunch.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglbiiFjfDnNjNPSKwu3o2t7jN4gFOBNGjwPpiBlK0Hz-hL5_LQFkgs4DsUBZRrIy_ftfIfEhD-dOhE0hgy40gyg8N9oK0JeNWe7BvhJdCSkJKCyT0ah1RvRrYqAe2t84k3RMUhMQGUYx4/s1600/IMG_4563+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglbiiFjfDnNjNPSKwu3o2t7jN4gFOBNGjwPpiBlK0Hz-hL5_LQFkgs4DsUBZRrIy_ftfIfEhD-dOhE0hgy40gyg8N9oK0JeNWe7BvhJdCSkJKCyT0ah1RvRrYqAe2t84k3RMUhMQGUYx4/s640/IMG_4563+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622935220727608802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Another round?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-53320496754802624912011-06-26T13:22:00.017+08:002011-06-28T22:26:36.333+08:00I ran KL. I ran 21kms.Whoa!! Have never been so <span style="font-style: italic;">semangat</span> in blogging before!!!<br /><br />See, it just happened few hours ago.<br />The ohm is still lingering around.<br />If I don't write it now,<br />the mood will drain off,<br />then i won't write about it anymore.<br /><br />Make sense?<br /><br />Yes.<br /><br />As titled.<br /><br />How can I not be proud of myself?<br /><br />During high school, I have never been the athletic type.<br />I joined St John simply because I didn't want to be involved in any kinds of sports.<br />Yes, I would rather spending hours in marching and standing still in the senang diri position than to run, or jump.<br /><br />Listen to me, I have valid reasons.<br /><br />I used to get involved in sports activities as well.<br /><br />*look far, as in going down to memory lane*<br /><br />I remember, on that significant day, I was practising for hurdles race.<br />Then, I couldn't approach the 3rd or 4th barrier.<br /><br />Guess what happened?<br /><br />I hit my vahjayjay against the barrier.<br /><br />....<br /><br />Well, if you are a guy, and have your crotch get kneed or kicked, you might understand.<br /><br />...<br /><br />No, that's not the end of the story.<br /><br />The competition hasn't started yet.<br /><br />I still have to go on.<br /><br />Yea yea there should be a backup for me because man, I suffered serious injury!!<br /><br />But still, I had no idea why I had to go on.<br /><br />In the end, the teacher lowered all the barriers so that I could go for the race.<br />The other competitors should thank me for that.<br /><br />So I was able to clear all the barriers, complete the race, with tears all over my face.<br /><br />Others who didn't get to witness the incident must be wondering:<br />Need to be so touched or not?? 200m hurdles only ma....<br /><br />No, they didn't understand.<br />Of course.<br /><br />So,<br />you see,<br />How can I not be phobic???<br /><br />Then, some 10 years later, I got an Iphone 4.<br /><br />(Man, this is like... totally irrelevant)<br /><br />No, listen to me.<br />Stop interrupting me.<br /><br />I downloaded this application named 'iMapMyRun'.<br />Basically, it's a tracker.<br />Being an ulu who had never seen such canggih stuff before,<br />I was amazed by its function:<br /><br />Oh!!! It can track the route I have run!<br />Oh!!! It knows my distance of running!<br />Oh!!! It can show me my pace!!<br />Oh!!! I can even know the calories burned!!!<br /><br />-____________-<br /><br />Uber <span style="font-style: italic;">Ulu</span> right??<br /><br />Don't mind the <span style="font-style: italic;">Ulu</span>ness....<br /><br />It was this application that get me serious into running.<br /><br />I started to explore new routes.<br />I started to beat my own pace.<br />I started to extend my running time.<br /><br />That was where I started.<br /><br />I could accept 2kms.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr45m-bF8_Xai-wqifaWHVNYiteDCFRMiHyBMpMp9ksVse5U83AgSYrCpJDbNKO3RSX5PfQQkM0YobkyiUBpoLNCHuqcLFkzDQA6MkMtivAAeQ34yABOlOs9JMwymEFUMwNanfoBO8Ees/s1600/P6260326.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr45m-bF8_Xai-wqifaWHVNYiteDCFRMiHyBMpMp9ksVse5U83AgSYrCpJDbNKO3RSX5PfQQkM0YobkyiUBpoLNCHuqcLFkzDQA6MkMtivAAeQ34yABOlOs9JMwymEFUMwNanfoBO8Ees/s640/P6260326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622425436787154370" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKAElRRZ1JvWffnQq01HGve9vrsCOez1aJkO7WKTMZFS-wg19bM8P0ZbCshG3TdVQUwGRMKoUFgl3JYKMz03G8si1pV8LDmHbOKmq04V9yBpF-eV5eTsnPXbt0rs8ITNLsKn90GEC1gc0/s1600/IMG_1538+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><br /></a><br />4kms was tiring.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKAElRRZ1JvWffnQq01HGve9vrsCOez1aJkO7WKTMZFS-wg19bM8P0ZbCshG3TdVQUwGRMKoUFgl3JYKMz03G8si1pV8LDmHbOKmq04V9yBpF-eV5eTsnPXbt0rs8ITNLsKn90GEC1gc0/s1600/IMG_1538+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKAElRRZ1JvWffnQq01HGve9vrsCOez1aJkO7WKTMZFS-wg19bM8P0ZbCshG3TdVQUwGRMKoUFgl3JYKMz03G8si1pV8LDmHbOKmq04V9yBpF-eV5eTsnPXbt0rs8ITNLsKn90GEC1gc0/s640/IMG_1538+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622426268623678338" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr45m-bF8_Xai-wqifaWHVNYiteDCFRMiHyBMpMp9ksVse5U83AgSYrCpJDbNKO3RSX5PfQQkM0YobkyiUBpoLNCHuqcLFkzDQA6MkMtivAAeQ34yABOlOs9JMwymEFUMwNanfoBO8Ees/s1600/P6260326.JPG"><br /></a><br />7kms was a killer.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTeqix4FZVF-pmqqgPv1jQdS5f0eRHmSbCYB_7lmyQvnsc5VcBx0gdnQkvwIOoajGsKbWYx0h5yGrGjiqWQgOBbt5qtm7r1iCO0Vi_OFOHwT6AgGwAw1NCLQVn5hfG7DksvLKlnPcD0U/s1600/P1010216+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTeqix4FZVF-pmqqgPv1jQdS5f0eRHmSbCYB_7lmyQvnsc5VcBx0gdnQkvwIOoajGsKbWYx0h5yGrGjiqWQgOBbt5qtm7r1iCO0Vi_OFOHwT6AgGwAw1NCLQVn5hfG7DksvLKlnPcD0U/s640/P1010216+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622424535706303874" border="0" /></a>I completed it, but it was the hardest task I had ever accomplished.<br /><br />And today, I ran 21kms.<br /><br />It wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be.<br /><br />I had been very chirpy on twitter, whining about how nervous I was last night.<br />I was afraid that I couldn't complete the route.<br />Man, I had never run 21kms before!!!<br />21kms, can you imagine??<br />This distance of traveling back and forth from my place, which is in Cheras, to my college, which is ATC at Petaling Street, is <span style="font-style: italic;">ngam ngam</span> 21kms.<br /><br />It's very long okay???<br /><br />But no fear.<br />My friends have been feeding me with moral supports.<br />(only if I can survive by that...)<br />My grandma even made me ginseng so that I don't short of breath. #sweet #practical<br /><br />And there it goes.<br /><br />6.15am in the morning.<br />I was in the middle of the crowd.<br />Yes, other runners were blocking my way -<br />which, to my surprise, was an advantage to me.<br /><br />So I tended to jog just because I couldn't run fast as usual.<br />Little baby, rapid steps.<br /><br />Inhale through nose, 8 steps.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Exhale through mouth, 8 steps.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1tvFhKPWgmB9QlicWQkiapZPIEr1Fsvh_8hWqbsXUZ0YvQgZUwz6Q-DmxDshyphenhyphens0ST03ET68ND9ec2p6skRl9exmrl288bgswGNKEqzJylAQN7v5XeaWyVC9S5Sdgosz8PTngoDcJTWo/s1600/IMG_0321+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1tvFhKPWgmB9QlicWQkiapZPIEr1Fsvh_8hWqbsXUZ0YvQgZUwz6Q-DmxDshyphenhyphens0ST03ET68ND9ec2p6skRl9exmrl288bgswGNKEqzJylAQN7v5XeaWyVC9S5Sdgosz8PTngoDcJTWo/s640/IMG_0321+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622421677502810066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Hello.</span><br /></div><br />Occasionally, when the playlist played the songs I favour, I smiled.<br />I can smile through the whole song you know.<br />And to others, I understand that it's rather creepy smiling to myself.<br /><br />But who cares?<br /><br />So I set the runners as targets of overtaking.<br /><br /><blockquote>'Okay, the woman with sheer purple top,'<br />Overtaken.<br /><br />'Next, the man with long pants.'<br />Overtaken.<br /><br />'Then, the <span style="font-style: italic;">botak</span>.'<br />Overtaken.</blockquote><br /><br />That was how I kept myself running.<br /><br />You know what's the best part?<br /><br />Usually when I run on the highway, I have to watch out for the vehicles.<br />Today, most of the roads were blocked for us. #queen<br /><br />I know, I know. I can sense the impatient dead cold stares of the drivers.<br /><br />Oh by the way. #abrupt<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji49_6EYg_n7TcyoGPaXhsDvqh4bGciLBeZgGV5Q42gZYSdMdD5Ix_Q5MPQLA7bo7a-IDcfkWMsrsZng7c38DKsAn_1zpnOETgtVgFHQ5iGFZu-il3ajmLxbBL9wFUSMJr2WgpfsgWOGo/s1600/IMG_0319+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji49_6EYg_n7TcyoGPaXhsDvqh4bGciLBeZgGV5Q42gZYSdMdD5Ix_Q5MPQLA7bo7a-IDcfkWMsrsZng7c38DKsAn_1zpnOETgtVgFHQ5iGFZu-il3ajmLxbBL9wFUSMJr2WgpfsgWOGo/s640/IMG_0319+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622421672862823154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Almost elbow someone while taking this picture. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sorry, that someone.</span><br /></div><br />Every now and then,<br />there were volunteers standing by the roadside,<br />supposedly cheering for us.<br />Nevertheless, some of the volunteers looked so sour!!<br />Expressionless!!<br /><br />Understandable though.<br />They had been standing for hours and they were bored.<br />So God sent someone like me to cheer them up, by smiling to them. *syok sendiri*<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvxUEH0n-TVbCc0mhWX35iKRYllZzWORyWIj_XZLBOpBA8vBwJgnHnGq9IK1Ng_SBKqYRSfnNVBftXjCKEP8o_5UEDmYpSRCEhFYS7JRhkgkNvtGl5FYgwE41A39Le4p-g_VSZdk2Yag/s1600/IMG_0322+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvxUEH0n-TVbCc0mhWX35iKRYllZzWORyWIj_XZLBOpBA8vBwJgnHnGq9IK1Ng_SBKqYRSfnNVBftXjCKEP8o_5UEDmYpSRCEhFYS7JRhkgkNvtGl5FYgwE41A39Le4p-g_VSZdk2Yag/s640/IMG_0322+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622422264563903186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Not this kind of fake smile though.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I flashed them warm and genuine and loving smiles alright?</span><br /></div><br />As you can see, everything went smooth,<br />until I felt the pain on my right knee at this point.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAhsQ5sBEmJMAqn2jLrKA2tqRGCslrHaobITXZx9pdAYF40gzHYJ0ROeudbzoTBbz2XHhXCHTBr-NDYcd87RjAbx4eEep1ASJ6jrVoAD_fmNEL9xH3ox6TBcJ8iZvV6k9FFHgxWyVuHis/s1600/IMG_0320+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAhsQ5sBEmJMAqn2jLrKA2tqRGCslrHaobITXZx9pdAYF40gzHYJ0ROeudbzoTBbz2XHhXCHTBr-NDYcd87RjAbx4eEep1ASJ6jrVoAD_fmNEL9xH3ox6TBcJ8iZvV6k9FFHgxWyVuHis/s640/IMG_0320+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622421665378866114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Sei.</span><br /><br />That would mean... I had to start walking.<br /><br />I had been jogging, slowly but surely, steadily,<br />but my right knee started to protest.<br />I didn't feel like slowing down, I didn't feel like walking,<br />I feared that once I have started walking,<br />I wouldn't start running anymore. #struggle<br /><br />My lungs have been working excellently,<br />but...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpAvLOaRTLfTnJcUzEkNyZNAmaYMf1L92qgdCTpKWaPh4eoWx0h1RK2HSF4fE0NCkKgJsPoN8-y7nWvwTdIH_PNpy1YySMhdaURPNfzGpeGAYWNJ62L9h-UHB5W9BBm-KkNOlHHXaqtQ/s1600/knee.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpAvLOaRTLfTnJcUzEkNyZNAmaYMf1L92qgdCTpKWaPh4eoWx0h1RK2HSF4fE0NCkKgJsPoN8-y7nWvwTdIH_PNpy1YySMhdaURPNfzGpeGAYWNJ62L9h-UHB5W9BBm-KkNOlHHXaqtQ/s400/knee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622433531429844002" border="0" /></a><br />Haih.<br /><br />I could even feel my ovaries dropping. Inch by inch. #illusion<br /><br />I thought to myself,<br />well, at least, I have ran the furthest in my life.<br /><br />Yea, I then started walk in intervals....<br /><br />When I saw the word '20km', my eyes welled.<br />I mean, 1km left.<br />1000ms.<br />1000 freaking metres.<br />How great!!<br /><br />Happiness does not last long though.<br /><br />My friend Goh, who participated the 10km race, rang me up.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">'Oi Shang, where are you?'</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">'I'm at the 20th km.'</span><br />*in a belittling tone*<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> 'Har? You haven't finished yet??'</span><br />*offended*<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">'What do you mean that I haven't finished yet??....</span> *scolding continue for about 30 seconds or so*'<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">'Okay okay I will try to meet you up at the finishing line'</span><br /></blockquote><br />This guy has the tendency to make me angry.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wZm-v-MmTKM70Sl5NyNi36w8V65YmmYcw2mMhGc-HzkMijufZNFTXaJqeqqee6MyBN7fttJBp6gfrMXOikO4acZgaO2mt2tFxib5nxVEN4jUTCZTaRsChfz_BMwqp9cVQlt2H9ccZAM/s1600/IMG_0334+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wZm-v-MmTKM70Sl5NyNi36w8V65YmmYcw2mMhGc-HzkMijufZNFTXaJqeqqee6MyBN7fttJBp6gfrMXOikO4acZgaO2mt2tFxib5nxVEN4jUTCZTaRsChfz_BMwqp9cVQlt2H9ccZAM/s640/IMG_0334+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622418194807601634" border="0" /></a><br />If it were others who said so, I wouldn't have been so heated up.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wZm-v-MmTKM70Sl5NyNi36w8V65YmmYcw2mMhGc-HzkMijufZNFTXaJqeqqee6MyBN7fttJBp6gfrMXOikO4acZgaO2mt2tFxib5nxVEN4jUTCZTaRsChfz_BMwqp9cVQlt2H9ccZAM/s1600/IMG_0334+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><br /></a>Seriously, I am amazed by myself.<br />I mean, I ran for 20kms,<br />and I still have the breath to scold someone while continue running.<br /><br />*squint eyes*<br /><br />Don't mess with me.<br /><br />Anyway, I completed the route.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjrXbGqExmsk3m5dCXAZ9J2O1b_oUvAxN12X9bFsXlZmV1VLxN78aaxOal9jByLCkb_vt7ImrcF7dbJRPOC-rHQpoCniq6HcpEMCW05IIXaGB0Ca79e8xj7nlK3NVaeuD47R31gQV0XI/s1600/IMG_0328+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><br /></a><br /><br />You know what's the best thing?<br /><br />I have completed it within the qualifying time.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5L-qW24hwI5DacKOFRuksQ5Y8k6ReIs0v4zTSEFjj6t4JUeF_JtCiV9utqDP4v29_am1KbnrDhtPipmYtU8B04HNxKNbffTLtvFcUKIfUAYwj56Pes42qEjixFHi5-oN0eNN-8u4PeQ/s1600/IMG_0323+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5L-qW24hwI5DacKOFRuksQ5Y8k6ReIs0v4zTSEFjj6t4JUeF_JtCiV9utqDP4v29_am1KbnrDhtPipmYtU8B04HNxKNbffTLtvFcUKIfUAYwj56Pes42qEjixFHi5-oN0eNN-8u4PeQ/s640/IMG_0323+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622421673362041522" border="0" /></a>Can see can see???<br /><br />I estimated myself to finish within 3 hours 30 minutes,<br />and this is much faster than my own estimated time!!<br /><br />2 hours and 53 minutes!!! #champion .. of self<br /><br />Lesson: Don't underestimate yourselves. *winning<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-8y16vvF1sREK08dpeOObQrKJ31Kou_m7Id20GvDjGqCbiWvYjHLV14PleyP5j45DXztXFfu1PNjCgOJVB90rgriPQk0YDasCU8uTvBsKrWX4nszs4a-xyldOsMXSv3O8cJ1PGyletA/s1600/IMG_0330+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-8y16vvF1sREK08dpeOObQrKJ31Kou_m7Id20GvDjGqCbiWvYjHLV14PleyP5j45DXztXFfu1PNjCgOJVB90rgriPQk0YDasCU8uTvBsKrWX4nszs4a-xyldOsMXSv3O8cJ1PGyletA/s640/IMG_0330+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622418203721235410" border="0" /></a><br />One more. Just to show that my earrings matches my hair band.<br />While the hair band matches the shirt.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2LW9tLPpCySzcdHUbPWCv9DxrvZ7jHRkWlZaODkbliIOcnZUEEkceVKbw-PbD5jH-NbuNnEkuZ5f1GobskUw3PQLH0dlE849wD_R6FN8eNt1XDZoas_cwEhpE7FOltXZGjFcVmAZOvw/s1600/IMG_0331+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2LW9tLPpCySzcdHUbPWCv9DxrvZ7jHRkWlZaODkbliIOcnZUEEkceVKbw-PbD5jH-NbuNnEkuZ5f1GobskUw3PQLH0dlE849wD_R6FN8eNt1XDZoas_cwEhpE7FOltXZGjFcVmAZOvw/s640/IMG_0331+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622419179991460226" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWsOzdEtW4_AtDb4Ocx6d7suHQzxEE3ARjZ1vx-DbxTi9-rXAbPBoqdgfQlOmo8ALNID9ykNtX5751h6jF42FgfMhWSHGvVNlQz9jN6cQk7_cQhY-qGTjfYMVq8Vj1j-8yYratHIoAfGI/s1600/IMG_0331+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><br /></a>*look out of the window*<br /><br />Oh, it's raining now.<br />Thank you God.<br /><br />Oh and, thanks to the parents of this pair of sisters who provided transportation.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0z9TXhi-r7MnUdZD7VgG8Jov7Dd9tI9xaVNUESh4tFUUoYGXATceY2G2Y9UlKD5Cvp4Y6xqjVgdrI12ZNY9GOh-NFDORV5OrhR7d30M0ioWIJTkiyrpZEYPtEhfO42BG2pLJACB5syBU/s1600/IMG_03362+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0z9TXhi-r7MnUdZD7VgG8Jov7Dd9tI9xaVNUESh4tFUUoYGXATceY2G2Y9UlKD5Cvp4Y6xqjVgdrI12ZNY9GOh-NFDORV5OrhR7d30M0ioWIJTkiyrpZEYPtEhfO42BG2pLJACB5syBU/s640/IMG_03362+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622418195468597938" border="0" /></a><br />Update: just gotten the picture from Tuan Wern's friend.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7fp3SMwhYQf6G21Lkx-LxplgP9FgbcpDtm5SsueeyyUgOaDBmy03aH4Cx5p89c7ttXqbtxSEoa7S70SZ_9siM7ZsaUQhyphenhyphenlypt8k4flcgQk2Dl1vFPXe-G0lIwSxCJY42ASFThno2b28/s1600/269639_10150226570207684_591937683_7509948_7148665_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7fp3SMwhYQf6G21Lkx-LxplgP9FgbcpDtm5SsueeyyUgOaDBmy03aH4Cx5p89c7ttXqbtxSEoa7S70SZ_9siM7ZsaUQhyphenhyphenlypt8k4flcgQk2Dl1vFPXe-G0lIwSxCJY42ASFThno2b28/s640/269639_10150226570207684_591937683_7509948_7148665_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623275843896395906" border="0" /></a>And just got to know that I ranked 356th among some 955 runners.<br />Gun Time: 2:52:51<br />Net Time: 2:49:11Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-19191288170618573662011-06-15T21:10:00.008+08:002011-06-15T22:30:44.380+08:00I've been running,,,And eating.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMBCPumwzwmJK9uslxwiIxizHt7f-08qmBHx8ShJcv-5kn5_pqLlM4phH_hClhmD1fQ83K89GYcerKuI_GCwhwMeRIQZ7JdTqcPj0LUcdj6uaSHePDDok0UR7Com0DuLMPZ6gHEGYrww/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMBCPumwzwmJK9uslxwiIxizHt7f-08qmBHx8ShJcv-5kn5_pqLlM4phH_hClhmD1fQ83K89GYcerKuI_GCwhwMeRIQZ7JdTqcPj0LUcdj6uaSHePDDok0UR7Com0DuLMPZ6gHEGYrww/s640/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618448636531904418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaaTd_D9oOwTEGgkM8Lyygvrs3ta2rdVHQnY-0S6rPC18O4H2GEo_x95C5YZJX5waQ5MMK18j6QQd7KXAjim35G_TjbvuCIZVChDm9RBS6o9GVch7HnuacruoMxEZv295l0yfAGFzfLEM/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaaTd_D9oOwTEGgkM8Lyygvrs3ta2rdVHQnY-0S6rPC18O4H2GEo_x95C5YZJX5waQ5MMK18j6QQd7KXAjim35G_TjbvuCIZVChDm9RBS6o9GVch7HnuacruoMxEZv295l0yfAGFzfLEM/s640/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618448639973765330" border="0" /></a>New York Cheesecake with Oreo Crust.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLLVdv3Wm3OEN9sSskOpMcbnoqGnvE4ZPF8gmLtkWRR8ryY5Picke6URQOEl_l1ZZS8vK2S9aXA-i6fCnNEUlUKFjF8YwFsYndYG4fpCF9iucfxpiFV8XXyCRJI8gWvVOzXOBalJ809g/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLLVdv3Wm3OEN9sSskOpMcbnoqGnvE4ZPF8gmLtkWRR8ryY5Picke6URQOEl_l1ZZS8vK2S9aXA-i6fCnNEUlUKFjF8YwFsYndYG4fpCF9iucfxpiFV8XXyCRJI8gWvVOzXOBalJ809g/s640/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618448609409038834" border="0" /></a>Summer berry parfait. Strawberry. Blueberry. Kiwi. Greek yogurt. Wheat germ. Muesli.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7bIFHP9ZJMlJAz9qVX4OVMsuB9PG3-wlOJIrO1s92rggXrkzSWdz6QprE9sU4K_2ZKSDz5SHOuUxAhsPVUbU62C9TYyVOL41dpIvxx7LqXMJRA7tYp421n0CWn1Pnocegoc-gc4572Ns/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7bIFHP9ZJMlJAz9qVX4OVMsuB9PG3-wlOJIrO1s92rggXrkzSWdz6QprE9sU4K_2ZKSDz5SHOuUxAhsPVUbU62C9TYyVOL41dpIvxx7LqXMJRA7tYp421n0CWn1Pnocegoc-gc4572Ns/s640/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618448628681811026" border="0" /></a>Paprika Mashed Potato.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1dQWa6nnXZx4HPnhM_Ej0Zozpqu4EdXVPsvVhoVgc-65M_hGKFuia9A5fOWQv0sHUufsRcRcASp4sJ1uNUkHxzZCybtR6vS9AKZNqjeTJ1_lktGwhDvKgi9lBVMSrwRYnHDfcTnIlo8/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1dQWa6nnXZx4HPnhM_Ej0Zozpqu4EdXVPsvVhoVgc-65M_hGKFuia9A5fOWQv0sHUufsRcRcASp4sJ1uNUkHxzZCybtR6vS9AKZNqjeTJ1_lktGwhDvKgi9lBVMSrwRYnHDfcTnIlo8/s640/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618448620118424322" border="0" /></a>Spinach Brownies.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgQ23T2MsQYkoW32G1gNvmEl0gUlqxLvD-Dq1RtqVvaYvlqkA2snN-4CrJVUlc8WAzznK5x6nXMu9Dd4MoR3s8ojjwtb6CWfABSLTAJno-osC3vRS2s23ZcGniHTeKLgRecDerEExsKBI/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgQ23T2MsQYkoW32G1gNvmEl0gUlqxLvD-Dq1RtqVvaYvlqkA2snN-4CrJVUlc8WAzznK5x6nXMu9Dd4MoR3s8ojjwtb6CWfABSLTAJno-osC3vRS2s23ZcGniHTeKLgRecDerEExsKBI/s640/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618453447558752018" border="0" /></a>Tiramisu in a cup.<br /><br />And I will be whipping up more stuff in the future.<br />Baby steps =)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-15641621915219812692011-05-25T00:23:00.006+08:002011-05-27T01:32:11.624+08:00A narcissist's morning mareA few of them were already dead. Forensic report shown that they had endured long hours of torture prior to their death. It was reported that the murderer injected milk into their veins to keep them alive.<br /><br />(Ok please don't misunderstand me. I didn't subconsciously come out with this gruesome torturing technique. Go read Gidden's book if you want to know more)<br /><br />I would be the next one.<br /><br />See, it was really OK for him to take my life. But be tortured before getting killed?<br />Like.. open my eyelids and squeeze liquid paper into it...<br />Or... stuff a dead rat's head into my mouth and cover it with a duct-tape...<br />Or... make me a part of the human centipede... (Google it. I insist.)<br />You'd better slash me to death in the first place!!!<br /><br />Goodness. I was clear that I wouldn't be able to escape. I knew he wouldn't take me if I wasn't alone. Balless man. He wanted things to be clean and fuss-free. My only way to save myself was to get a companion -all the time.<br /><br />One evening, I was jogging at Taman Sri Pemaisuri. I had to pass by a rather quiet place to get my car. He was a smart man, he spied me, he knew my drills. He wouldn't give up any opportunity to take me. Just when I thought that I couldn't get past the dangerous territory, I saw Kai Rong, a high schoolmate whom I had not seen for years. I pretended to chat up with her so she could walk me to my car.<br /><br />Boy I was so right. There he was, leaning nonchalantly against his car which was parked beside mine. Accompanying him were two stout black men (stout and black. Guinness anyone? *lame), in typical bodyguard immaculately-ironed black suit, with black glasses, covering their crotch with their neatly folded palms. Think the Agents in Matrix. Jeez couldn't I be more creative in my dream?<br /><br />Anyway, yeap, they were waiting for me. To ask Kai Rong along was really the best decision I had ever done thus far. Thank you God. *look up to sky, palms pressed against each others* If she wasn't by my side, I would have been their torturing subject. Think sashimi or minced meat.<br /><br />Then a big part of my dream was forgotten.<br /><br />Let's proceed to the more significant part,<br /><br />the twist.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He was still going after me.<br />It was different though.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He was still trying to get me.<br />It was different though.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...had fallen for me.<br /><br /><br />*silence*<br /><br /><br />=_________=<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">!!!what rubbish is this????<br /><br /></span>I feel utterly <span style="font-style: italic;">paiseh</span> even by writing it out.<br /><br />Super anti-climax.<br /><br />Someone who hated me to bits (albeit I had no idea why), who wished to sprinkle salt on my slashed skin before mincing me in to pieces and further marinate me with balsamic vinegar, fallen in love with me - because I was adorable that way.<br /><br />I guess only an ultimate narcissist like I would be able turn a horror thriller into a romantic comedy.<br /><br />I guess you are not interested in how he was trying to hit on me (not too literal). His methods were pretty blah and definitely not as creative as his torturing techniques.<br /><br />I woke up when he tried to wrap his arm around my shoulder - and the two black men were still standing behind him, in the same posture.<br /><br />Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish!!<br /><br />Abrupt ending I know - I couldn't have written much. That was how it ended.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-64046238512898632902011-05-23T00:43:00.006+08:002011-05-23T02:01:39.998+08:0010th Anniversary Trip @ NO, YOU DONNO WHO I AM<span style="font-weight: bold;">2001</span><br /><br />The sisterhood started when...<br /><br />She used half a bottle of baby oil on her hair and didn't care if the crown looked greasy - she just wanted it to be neat. Not even a tiny strand of hair should stand up from the others.<br /><br />She had the signature -_- facial expression in all her pictures. She appreciated the fact that smiling caused wrinkles and attempted to limit her facial expressions as few as she could.<br /><br />She tried to go after her crushes, and got brutally rejected. She might not know that guys do not like pimple-covered face. Oh and her high forehead made her looked rather intelligent it intimidated.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*Disclaimer: Self asserted opinions. The characters didn't really think so.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />2011</span><br /><br />Sisterhood has gradually grown to... 'wiveshood' and of course, they are no longer who they were a decade ago.<br /><br />In conjunction with the 10th Anniversary, they went to somewhere which is 130kms from their home.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The then greasy-head.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EWqW_wyo7etRrKYpyIpPY-fqo15eszoM-VbithfZTGsfMjP39I1Denft1tmyBfaiO6nR8PXy2YsBZZ3ghmga9YR0gHwjAgFJPlT9QSq5bsArI9A2bi42Yqx1Da4laU3-knNO57c8rqE/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EWqW_wyo7etRrKYpyIpPY-fqo15eszoM-VbithfZTGsfMjP39I1Denft1tmyBfaiO6nR8PXy2YsBZZ3ghmga9YR0gHwjAgFJPlT9QSq5bsArI9A2bi42Yqx1Da4laU3-knNO57c8rqE/s640/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609595414087386450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Beautiful light jet black hair</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And the -_-<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEierBZefzumdBfjJqyfAHm-eYmskb15RcR_3_Bd5FfiRgH23jIlplCRilAEdpenasPkkDoKKi9heJxf8Cra72Dd7dEUJM2IFihy80zaXJEbfdn6Txp6ypGO2oyWiMT72DOPSNMRGvS-KRU/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEierBZefzumdBfjJqyfAHm-eYmskb15RcR_3_Bd5FfiRgH23jIlplCRilAEdpenasPkkDoKKi9heJxf8Cra72Dd7dEUJM2IFihy80zaXJEbfdn6Txp6ypGO2oyWiMT72DOPSNMRGvS-KRU/s640/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609595421759455234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Sexy neck.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh and this is the pimpled face.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyY3j8lsWZN3M6mDmYKijH6buurjpWYML12lKgbvAAmk5hYdzrfxK4shpaeazSonpdrVgKpkQH0gJzronQrVu11GUMg8xjfQNjdKmF19jrh6Biev0jNQNO86jp56ZygpdL8qm79-hkKe8/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyY3j8lsWZN3M6mDmYKijH6buurjpWYML12lKgbvAAmk5hYdzrfxK4shpaeazSonpdrVgKpkQH0gJzronQrVu11GUMg8xjfQNjdKmF19jrh6Biev0jNQNO86jp56ZygpdL8qm79-hkKe8/s640/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609595418097245906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Rather well fed these days.<br /></span></div><br />I know you are impressed with the tremendous changes.<br /><br />I know right, you are disappointed when you know that this post has only 3 photos.<br />I know right, you feel you are eager to see more photos.<br />I know right, you miss me because you haven't seen me for quite some time.<br /><br />I know right.<br /><br />I feel you. *palm on chest. Sincere face*<br /><br />I will post more stunning pictures one day.<br />I promise. *Palm still on chest, nod, and blink eyes*Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-33603821580820641922011-05-12T14:00:00.000+08:002011-05-14T04:52:27.933+08:00PainI looked up upon the sky, and I saw a house in the end of the beanstalk.<br /><br />A typical type of house that we used to draw in the playschool - red roof, squared windows with white draping curtains and cream in color, almost the size of half of my thumb when compared side by side.<br /><br />Someone whom I was not familiar with approached me.<br /><br />He/She told me something that I wished I had no heard of.<br /><br />He/She said that my beloved grandmother was in the house, couldn't be able to get down. She has gone into the stage of senility. That person attempted to mock my grandmother. Sitting on an invisible chair, with the upper body rocking back and forth, repeatedly murmuring 'I don't remember anymore, I don't remember anymore, I don't remember anymore....'<br /><br />My eyes welled. I tried to figure out of how to bring my grandmother down, so that I could spend the rest of her life with her. The house was situated so high up - it was at least 20 storeys high and it was impossible for me to carry my heavy grandmother down. The only means to get into the house was by climbing the beanstalks... I couldn't come up with a feasible solution.<br /><br />My heart ached. The idea of leaving my senile grandmother alone in that isolated house stabbed my heart.<br /><br />My tears started to stream and when I opened my tear-welled eyes, I realised that I was in the pitch-dark room, lying on my bed, with the comforter lightly rested on me.<br /><br />Thank God, it was just a nightmare. A most painful nightmare that I've ever had.<br /><br />The myth that dreams only consist of black and white are busted. I could remember vividly every single color of the house and the sky as well as the grassland.<br /><br />I know that I can't afford to lose my grandma, even though I know that eventually, I will have to.<br /><br />Life has been so good now, but how long can the status quo be remained?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-24177523479796079822011-03-15T20:32:00.006+08:002011-03-15T21:45:13.220+08:00Fall of an acquaintanceFact: I've been a regular at Petaling Street.<br />And I have never seen a single stray dog.<br /><br />Ever wonder why?<br /><br />Let me tell you a story.<br /><br />I treated her as my acquaintance.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOwpFeqT5HicYOvvX5kijD5-Jz8t3iVjTbs8vLwdGoMHe0jmFye_ofWbN6a3F0_KSyEH3-jpWjw9o6pduxkJoemJSxx0NugWnDqqUtga-lOY5QfROABr3oewviWU0bIus4sLqtHtwNyM/s1600/IMG_0012%255B1%255D"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOwpFeqT5HicYOvvX5kijD5-Jz8t3iVjTbs8vLwdGoMHe0jmFye_ofWbN6a3F0_KSyEH3-jpWjw9o6pduxkJoemJSxx0NugWnDqqUtga-lOY5QfROABr3oewviWU0bIus4sLqtHtwNyM/s400/IMG_0012%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584284747384321570" border="0" /></a>They told me that she was found in a pile of rubbish.<br />If she hadn't been picked up, she would had been crushed to death.<br /><br />They picked her up, and raised her.<br /><br />I, as a passerby, played with her whenever I had the chance.<br /><br />I used to think that, I will be graduating soon, I will be starting new life soon,<br />I will be working, and I will not be attending college,<br />so I won't be able to see her anymore.... and I will be missed.<br /><br />Now, this will not happen.<br />She is gone.<br /><br />I had an opportunity to save her.<br />And I missed it.<br /><br />When I saw her for the very last time, it was late at night, after my class and she was moving in a recycle bag which was in the possession of two men.<br />They released her when they saw me looking for her.<br />I got her out of the bag, hugged her, and confronted them.<br />I thought that they were going to take her away and eat her but they told me they were just trying to play with her.<br />I believed in them - partially.<br /><br />That night, she was very quiet when I stroked her back, tickled her stomach, rub her chin.<br />She was sticking to me and when I put her onto the floor, she tried to follow me.<br />The parking attendant who was on the night shift made a gesture as a command for her to go back to her place, and she obeyed.<br /><br />I really thought of bringing her back but... she doesn't belong to me.<br />The parking attendant who is on the morning shift love her.<br />He fed her, and played with her.<br />He put bangles on her neck, and tie her - sounds like restriction of her freedom, but the fact is, he did it out of the fear of her being hit by the car.<br />And she has a really wide area to play around, while I could only provide a tiny front yard.<br /><br />I shouldn't be too selfish, right?<br /><br />He would be upset if he didn't see her the next morning, right?<br /><br />Sigh. Now I am looking for excuses to justify my insensitive conduct.<br /><br />The next morning, I tried to look for her.<br />No sight of her.<br />I looked at her uneaten food it sent an unpleasant chill down my spine...<br /><br />When the parking attendants told me that she disappeared, my eyes welled and I thought, my instinct was right.<br /><br />She was caught and brought to somewhere and.. being slaughtered and eaten.<br />Goodness, the vision of her helpless expression while being slaughtered kept on running on my mind.<br /><br />Throughout the whole tutor, I tried to search for other possibilities.<br />Well, it could be that.... those two men found that she's cute... and decided to raise her...<br />Well, I can't think of any.<br />No point convincing myself, she is gone.<br /><br />I'm not sure how long does it take to get over it.<br />I know I should get on with life because there is nothing much I can do now.<br />Every time I go to the parking area, I think of her and I try in vain to search for her, which of course, is fruitless.<br /><br />I can't help but to think that she is now dead...<br />I could have brought her home but I did not.<br />She was so young and she hadn't even started to bark yet...<br /><br />My friend told me that the same cruelty happened when a chicken is slaughtered and eaten.<br />It made me feel better but I still can't get rid of my own imagination...<br /><br />...<br /><br />I hope you will have a better life in your next cycle...<br />I'm sorry... for not being to help you.<br />You are missed, and you will be missed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-52531792121242779672011-03-07T21:54:00.005+08:002011-03-07T23:11:23.360+08:00DecisionsI'm sure that you have seen this scene in some shows:<br />A girl nonchalantly opened the closet door.<br />The piled up clothes spilled out the second the door was opened.<br />The girl was drowned by the clothes.<br />The end.<br /><br />It is the exaggerated version of my life.<br /><br />I have two closets, approximately 3 metres wide, 2 metres tall when two are combined.<br />Not very tiny, but the similar thing happened.<br />I wasn't drowned, but the pile of jeans fall off conveniently to my feet.<br /><br />In the show, the girl would bent down and scoop up the overflown clothes,<br />stuck them into the closet,<br />and before the pile fall off again,<br />the girl slammed shut the door and promptly leaned on the closet door using all her weight, let out a sigh of relief, thought that she could prevent the pile from spilling out.<br /><br />Very predictable.<br /><br />The similarities ended here.<br /><br />My plan usually succeeded, unlike that girl who would face a situation that the door sprang opened, and the girl got thrown to the other corner of the room. The door would normally shut as I wished.<br /><br />*wriggle brows rapidly<br /><br />But cannot la.<br />I can't face the same situation every morning.<br />I get very upset for the rest of the day.<br /><br />A detoxification would do my closet good.<br /><br />I opened the closet door again.<br />As expected, some of the jeans dropped out.<br />I bent into the closet, swept the rest of them onto the floor.<br />Really cool man.<br /><br />And now, the difficult time.<br /><br />The apparels couldn't fit into the closet not because my closet is small - I have too many of apparels. Unused one. Decades old. I even know how an esprit tag looked like 20 years ago. (some of my mom's 20-year-old bajus are some usual wear of mine, maybe I should show you guys one day. Vintage, in a literal sense)<br /><br />I have donated some of them before, but a big part of them still remained, despite the fact that I can not fit into them anymore. My meals are getting nutritious, good sign.<br /><br />But cannot la. I really have to get rid of some of them.<br />It's difficult to depart from something I have been seeing for so many years.<br /><br />So I set out a three-tier test.<br />If that certain apparel can't pass that test, it has no choice but to go to the donation box.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1) Do I wear that?</span> Yes, keep. No, next question.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2) Will I wear that?</span> Yes, one day I will be slim and fit into that again. Yes very hopeful and optimistic. No, next question.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3) Does it serve a purpose?</span> Yes, it reminds you that you had once completed 90 pumpings on the heated tarred road, with tears on your face; and you were a kelefe in the famine-30-hour-camp, etc. No, donation box.<br /><br />In the end, 4 big bags were sorted out. I hope the toxin in my body could be flushed out that easy as well.<br /><br />I didn't want to look into those bags anymore la, because I might feel too upset to dump some of them away.<br /><br />So now you are thinking that I will say, <blockquote>now, it's time to reload.<br /></blockquote><br />Wrong.<br />You don't understand.<br />Or you misunderstood me.<br /><br />When I decided that some of the jeans should go into the donation box, I swear not to get more jeans for the time being. What else can I get? I have all kinds of jeans. All the while I had been wearing the similar pairs because I took the most reachable pair. And now every pair is reachable. I will be having difficulty in making a choice.<br /><br />When I decided flipped through the t-shirts I swear again for not buying t-shirts at the moment. I had been wearing the same color because some of them are crumpled in between that pile of jeans.<br /><br />And I definitely don't need any more bags.<br /><br />So yeap, my closets would remain clean and spacious for the time being, unless I'm struck by some I-must-buy-a-dress-otherwise-there-is-no-chance-of-me-passing-exam kind of syndrome.<br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-11920003241705123482011-03-03T01:00:00.003+08:002011-03-03T01:31:16.389+08:00Non-existent guiltApology, like a confession, doesn't imply guilt.<br /><br />You may blurt out the five-letter-word under duress.<br />Or for sarcasm.<br />Or to make amend.<br />Or to protect someone.<br /><br />Mine is to the last case.<br />I have heard the unpleasant mumbles.<br />I know that if those mumbles realise into complaints, it would make the already terrible situation worse.<br /><br />So I apologised before the rotten beans are spilled.<br />And I suffered the mental punishment.<br /><br />The fact which exacerbate the bitterness is that the person who is at fault is having fun with the punisher.<br />She who is blamed for something she has never done is currently locked in her own room, thought to be pondering over her guilt.<br /><br />Accept the fact.<br />It's just a tiny weeny tip of an iceberg.<br />I still have an infinite way to go.<br /><br />I hopes that my EQ can be increased after the incident.<br /><br />Good night.<br />Tomorrow will be a finer day.<br /><br />Muesli and apple crumbs plus warm milk awaits.<br />Not forgetting the warm latte which would be slowly sipped during the traffic congestion.<br />And Mindy Gledhill's or Soho Dolls' or Alicia Keys', depending on my mood.<br />Most significantly, the preparation I have done for tomorrow's tutorial. Gosh. I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">gungho</span>.<br /><br />Yes. Tomorrow will be another good day.<br />Again. Sweet dreams. No. Remembering the dream is the synonym of not sleeping tightly.<br />No dream.<br />Bye.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-58174292957354814902011-02-17T01:23:00.005+08:002011-02-17T02:15:15.639+08:00Ghostly thoughtWe have heard that spirits/ghosts/souls float sticking against the wall and thus in the hospital, we are warned to walk in the middle of the corridor.<br /><br />Ever wonder why?<br /><br />I have found a rather logical answer.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIC809A0ocOBFFFtIYj5x1YCXGGuSWKlcAjTTnz5T9h-jdLbTMnNf8QNDQ2rWqgoWu4eKtq27MWOxeqWaFCcZrKPmxvkUWNvRATTz0gQ4x0XxQXUk2JElvmrZ2yEKy9i7YK1k1G3ylhc/s1600/1.jpg"><br /></a><br />I have been wearing heels to class and to work. Four-inches.<br />Those pairs of heels successfully elongate my leg and I feel that I have superbly good body posture (it could be my own illusion or delusion but just don't burst the bubbles k?) and at the same time, add unnecessary pain to my feet.<br /><br />I could have said that I am not in any pain - I was not lying.<br />That was before the pain strikes in.<br /><br />Cut the long story short, I took off my heels in the classroom, when I was teaching.<br />Students don't really care about that anyway.<br /><br />No, my feet do not stink and fyi (as if you don't know), feet only stink when they are wrapped for a long time. Most of my heels are open-toed so yea, my feet are perfectly stink free.<br /><br />The floor of the classroom and the corridor is carpeted. Aunty cleaner comes every week (twice in a week) to vacuum the carpet so it's considerably clean.<br /><br />Yes I know again, I haven' gotten into my point yet - what to do with ghosts float sticking against the wall?<br /><br />We bear a similar feature - we are moving barefooted.<br /><br />Let's say, one person walks on a brand new carpet.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIC809A0ocOBFFFtIYj5x1YCXGGuSWKlcAjTTnz5T9h-jdLbTMnNf8QNDQ2rWqgoWu4eKtq27MWOxeqWaFCcZrKPmxvkUWNvRATTz0gQ4x0XxQXUk2JElvmrZ2yEKy9i7YK1k1G3ylhc/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIC809A0ocOBFFFtIYj5x1YCXGGuSWKlcAjTTnz5T9h-jdLbTMnNf8QNDQ2rWqgoWu4eKtq27MWOxeqWaFCcZrKPmxvkUWNvRATTz0gQ4x0XxQXUk2JElvmrZ2yEKy9i7YK1k1G3ylhc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574346174021759410" border="0" /></a>Those prints do look like paw prints. I was too lazy to download shoeprints brushes hence came out with the pawprints.<br /><br />Yes, these are the <span style="font-style: italic;">shoeprints</span> one would leave after walking on a carpet.<br /><br /><br />Okay, let's imagine again.<br />More people walking on the carpet. Hence leaving more <span style="font-style: italic;">shoeprints</span>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPiHLTWG1eL8m4GzUac2c_NwfDQSl9h1VZP8LY7eOYjdpfzep6_jfrinNMh9xiDFAmCva6ehjeDxhOxh6TcrOxJkX_8fSmdWuBdEn4WipMo29vtkJSro1oKlXiv8hlP5HW1TjyQ47JCME/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPiHLTWG1eL8m4GzUac2c_NwfDQSl9h1VZP8LY7eOYjdpfzep6_jfrinNMh9xiDFAmCva6ehjeDxhOxh6TcrOxJkX_8fSmdWuBdEn4WipMo29vtkJSro1oKlXiv8hlP5HW1TjyQ47JCME/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574346178461840882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Any sane mind would walk in the middle of the corridor instead of sticking against the wall, right?<br /><br />Exactly. We are getting there.<br /><br />Use your ability to imagine again, MORE people walked through the corridor,<br />leaving MORE <span style="font-style: italic;">shoeprints</span>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpItN2qUqHvxM5fPhbtaIubL3a1AB71OH5aQhtaJEE_GtypguHZ_QjkmTaQ7rAYumjp3J6wHkNIIhaom1-ZGORguCRrb6Kon1LCXK_3xFu7N1pYhwuONvCjrZp6EwrOxpLrrTtcLkiKQc/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpItN2qUqHvxM5fPhbtaIubL3a1AB71OH5aQhtaJEE_GtypguHZ_QjkmTaQ7rAYumjp3J6wHkNIIhaom1-ZGORguCRrb6Kon1LCXK_3xFu7N1pYhwuONvCjrZp6EwrOxpLrrTtcLkiKQc/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574346180705849522" border="0" /></a><br />The centre of the carpet is covered with dirt, while the side of it still remains dirt free.<br /><br />Yes, that explains why, barefooted living creatures, that include me who habitually takes off the heels and our unseen friends whom presumably not wearing anything on their feet, prefer move sticking against the wall - simply because that part of the carpet is cleaner.<br /><br />...<br /><br />Nevermind.<br />I'm rather sure that my children will understand me.<br /><br />And I'll be ready for our unseen friends' personal verification.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-31438549498238534352011-01-24T01:04:00.009+08:002011-01-24T02:25:10.814+08:00Sugary airRemember my <a href="http://cherylmeryl.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-dumb-hence-i-was-surprised.html">surprise party</a>?<br /><br />Same place revisited again.<br /><br />Twice in a week,<br /><br />once with my family members,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LSIpnk6rwd48weK-oj0iGnyd2v12h8-OOZ-acdhrytQI7MpBkTRiUmu7edJCC8Nbx2AylCoSluShSVuy2B4m_FADw9VkNOMTQ0babjMmDgeZvXK6S8zwzJS7LoQuCLi3fLGTDXKdsKs/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LSIpnk6rwd48weK-oj0iGnyd2v12h8-OOZ-acdhrytQI7MpBkTRiUmu7edJCC8Nbx2AylCoSluShSVuy2B4m_FADw9VkNOMTQ0babjMmDgeZvXK6S8zwzJS7LoQuCLi3fLGTDXKdsKs/s640/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565442398970629954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><center><table> <tbody><tr> <td><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxruDZDx3h8C2imA6xWVkoJkDwaQU_BBFS9cvC1G3LgkKjqAMGyBpxZtgaUJY9JS_MPNxKHZx1QUNzPrZCZJVTo31oXBN7VL-SgdbUBLsrY-aIyFyHty5RaxfDcA5yX_jmmCDOu6H4Wo/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxruDZDx3h8C2imA6xWVkoJkDwaQU_BBFS9cvC1G3LgkKjqAMGyBpxZtgaUJY9JS_MPNxKHZx1QUNzPrZCZJVTo31oXBN7VL-SgdbUBLsrY-aIyFyHty5RaxfDcA5yX_jmmCDOu6H4Wo/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565442951967283570" border="0" /></a> </td> <td><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXu8F-VPIWZ0sz0HLITn_p4cfijif0genTlB2qtHvGL7fWIZb5BYyC6EhSH6cGHE10dUzxL6H365zlO68Dwhy5sI8x2Im0c9T1TcSPlQl5dVa3ge5XgAiqXqLY8A1QdNUDTz4eAzP4Its/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXu8F-VPIWZ0sz0HLITn_p4cfijif0genTlB2qtHvGL7fWIZb5BYyC6EhSH6cGHE10dUzxL6H365zlO68Dwhy5sI8x2Im0c9T1TcSPlQl5dVa3ge5XgAiqXqLY8A1QdNUDTz4eAzP4Its/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565442411023127554" border="0" /></a></td> </tr> </tbody></table></center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCch_XsWXRB7BoykAk1mApbMn9P7GjhVZwon37NGctn98riQO0ff8FntA8YewfVp6-Y3rz8IDPllUDcMJTNXOwLSjthC7L9s-mgGZSS7cvpRgXch_HZQEMVpF7xiCWySatBkht8ZaDxVo/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCch_XsWXRB7BoykAk1mApbMn9P7GjhVZwon37NGctn98riQO0ff8FntA8YewfVp6-Y3rz8IDPllUDcMJTNXOwLSjthC7L9s-mgGZSS7cvpRgXch_HZQEMVpF7xiCWySatBkht8ZaDxVo/s640/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565442400742366306" border="0" /></a><br />Once with the evergreen besties,<br /><center><table> <tbody><tr> <td><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqnHd7ygt9yh5hoEhMYqmK4-FcBCAycO5YomMgCmRfomC9ATYQ_rVn_lDRmuO19sDSjTulxkgqfvl12BGu5phJUTzf2_Fw85DbnpY3FEedofbwPLv9t7q6qqUMZ2fezLLX6FNg8cFFEqQ/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjls7gedEbtSZuUe7_3cb3O9V-acxKrW19WOWfS1ZabebahMAKelYCFCKPaYeKqnLNB9WTu_2eFGsv5uTZqHUJMkoY1LftXdl0BAFdQdnZvmE4puQZWBh7YK5k3CMJAwYD9aErVDIN4v8U/s640/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565442119006415138" border="0" /></a>Or meringue cookies?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjPFuTBaF7q3eXGX6t2II9Z5b0HRrqGjNHhFumRZz5bx__0-qe0U1L43UQx46gCI20_BBWwEZGzY5goPCVsV3LZnxXWdHkilKe0Ogaam9a-QWMDcrUxuTo1gbLpLm6kEKcCOK0Ovhhoac/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjPFuTBaF7q3eXGX6t2II9Z5b0HRrqGjNHhFumRZz5bx__0-qe0U1L43UQx46gCI20_BBWwEZGzY5goPCVsV3LZnxXWdHkilKe0Ogaam9a-QWMDcrUxuTo1gbLpLm6kEKcCOK0Ovhhoac/s640/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565442113232264770" border="0" /></a>Or meringue cookies disguised as macarons?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMTeTlbbCeKlywvGZysApSC_ShnvdPvmyfE8k2rYEmP6W_HZk4g-fjdR9-O8WNj7eWFC8WcsERC9xkfn6Q_QQXaA_Ai5Yc5jVpidBcOCeXwCV0XPfZvPZ9xANISx7MWhA6bPGt7Rx2lo/s1600/2.jpg"></a><center><table> <tbody><tr> <td><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoI_DsukbPy5YzV597c2ff0yNv3tJOCiwOmL7S5au6olTJe6o2HJwlq0V2Cao4K14-Vcno0qFqv1T1JsfgkdjgAwiP_EXjvE3PPHl_JK4r8ImJz2hm06eStI4FYaQIFFfAcHbGhVlkfSc/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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text-align: left;">No. 1, Jalan Perdana 2, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Segar Perdana Avenue</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Taman Segar Perdana</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Batu 9 Cheras, 43200</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cheras, Selangor D. Ehsan</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRq90bA0Ooo3amJ47BbNqQWt1INXPRrXEDIH-G11msq7jCiIFOx2R_MjfzuTgyTxVAhzno2q0CfVdMYrA8qwpfUWljP6RpX7KBOpIU5qNfiMIB-C4FWcqtiu3k9_QAQdqZS03_UTJSFY/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRq90bA0Ooo3amJ47BbNqQWt1INXPRrXEDIH-G11msq7jCiIFOx2R_MjfzuTgyTxVAhzno2q0CfVdMYrA8qwpfUWljP6RpX7KBOpIU5qNfiMIB-C4FWcqtiu3k9_QAQdqZS03_UTJSFY/s640/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565442098080212642" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-82642348744877629812011-01-24T00:27:00.004+08:002011-01-24T01:03:59.353+08:00Short noteokay okay the last post was embarrassing so I have to post up something to push it down.<br /><br />You see, I have painstakingly gathered my courage and written it down, bearing the risk that there's a possibility, however slight, that he would read it; and a probability, which is rather high, that my tech savvy dad would read it. (er hello dad, if you are reading)- I can't just click the <span style="font-style: italic;">delete </span>button. I wish to make it as a reference so that I would know how a 24-year-old thinks when my children reach that age. Alright I can't treat my children base on myself as I know, I'm rather childish if compared to the peers. For the purpose of reminiscing, I'm not removing it... k?<br /><br />(actually no one has asked u to remove it.<br />Stop being paranoid, woman)<br /><br />And someone took the initiative to search this person up, which made me rather panic now. What if the anonymous is my dad? wow I'll be embarrassed to death la. Alright, worst position, it was my dad who found out, and.. so what? I can't do anything about it. I can't make him <span style="font-style: italic;">unfound</span> it. Oh that reminds me of inception the movie.<br /><br />(hello anonymous, now you understand me. if you are reading, please reveal your identity.)<br /><br />Okay now I'm posting the next entry for the sake of pushing the post down.<br /><br />I hope you are too lazy to read the previous post.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-75085552358782254512011-01-12T21:21:00.010+08:002011-01-12T23:43:56.567+08:00The endWe watched the first sunrise of the year,
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOOFH3aWKauqiGpUCjewm48TaH65dNGhT3BSp9tmBBfLLSesHO-Je2BmrEm5PJHSJ5EBWfeYDsXAjn10gEyY0l2PkM83fmAi8Dp6WBtBtVScL-VxKdjtwWGfwSxaydosn4ZigGTos_1oc/s1600/IMG_6002+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOOFH3aWKauqiGpUCjewm48TaH65dNGhT3BSp9tmBBfLLSesHO-Je2BmrEm5PJHSJ5EBWfeYDsXAjn10gEyY0l2PkM83fmAi8Dp6WBtBtVScL-VxKdjtwWGfwSxaydosn4ZigGTos_1oc/s640/IMG_6002+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561294885535515746" border="0" /></a>
<br />One more.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5QmpOF0Yb1ZbOtvnl3FSDtXfIhfVu-QVmH1RVMvTjohksrTKKATDTn5O_RXNkYQ75cUqj4f2csevy1g4OFiLoQZr775jtf3QWQB7v7o0pUg898WezuevF2IZ-1tlsdrrfaNlhDE_q7E/s1600/IMG_6095+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5QmpOF0Yb1ZbOtvnl3FSDtXfIhfVu-QVmH1RVMvTjohksrTKKATDTn5O_RXNkYQ75cUqj4f2csevy1g4OFiLoQZr775jtf3QWQB7v7o0pUg898WezuevF2IZ-1tlsdrrfaNlhDE_q7E/s640/IMG_6095+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561298239191432066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Broga it is.</span>
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<br />Hence we ought to end it with the last sunset.
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<br />Oh aren't the lovely us romantic?
<br />Please take us home then.
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<br />Anyway.
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<br />We die die didn't wanna watch the sunset at KL.
<br />Sea and sand, of course you know that it's not KL.
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<br />So, Port Dickson we went.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-mSVQHcUoMsdaBZnjomTtblfAuu3LdRhGMi2J4yX-xifotqU9n7Vnqlrc_IXtGP5Jy_7rFQRmUwOnp7hUeEPxgFgw9EtQsaC9fObPQgCQ4PWlsvOd16-VYOiLVw-YF-GdUddRRoh33I/s1600/_MG_4930+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-mSVQHcUoMsdaBZnjomTtblfAuu3LdRhGMi2J4yX-xifotqU9n7Vnqlrc_IXtGP5Jy_7rFQRmUwOnp7hUeEPxgFgw9EtQsaC9fObPQgCQ4PWlsvOd16-VYOiLVw-YF-GdUddRRoh33I/s640/_MG_4930+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561309388621910418" border="0" /></a>
<br />Don't laugh eh.
<br />Contrary to my belief, PD's sands are white and soft.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKzMi25_dmSz5sPazRpBi7ohND7wYtYsyRWyC0iLRadnxzKzNN7vNqSg2aaJj7fbWoJzcAxTiVy8O1mfieI5qqL_6lMal01XiFANB5eprJS73Y-s7hHJvs6Md1bfU5e-qSUAth_V_hiU/s1600/_MG_4935+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKzMi25_dmSz5sPazRpBi7ohND7wYtYsyRWyC0iLRadnxzKzNN7vNqSg2aaJj7fbWoJzcAxTiVy8O1mfieI5qqL_6lMal01XiFANB5eprJS73Y-s7hHJvs6Md1bfU5e-qSUAth_V_hiU/s604/_MG_4935+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561309393389330354" border="0" /></a>
<br />The texture of the sands are way better than those in Morib wei.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFklTnYn3ObfuHNoulVTp2YTLKmSaHtfZjyRUz4aRG3i1RrLsEVHwo2d3Im4CNSHDV5t5HPcqqENYa1rJjnHKAaY7ixW302FpnwKiJYMMjTbggTwJjSKC_jjuhKbNz4nTqUdrCLDdAI8/s1600/_MG_4986+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFklTnYn3ObfuHNoulVTp2YTLKmSaHtfZjyRUz4aRG3i1RrLsEVHwo2d3Im4CNSHDV5t5HPcqqENYa1rJjnHKAaY7ixW302FpnwKiJYMMjTbggTwJjSKC_jjuhKbNz4nTqUdrCLDdAI8/s640/_MG_4986+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310688597839042" border="0" /></a>Yes you can see that the color of the above picture is slightly different because I try to warmify the picture but it turns out to be the original version look better and it's almost time for me to sleep so that I won't be late to class tomorrow like how I was late to class today hence I leave the pictures as they are.
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0HmguiWGX8eHCESxjIuh7HPmdqgZPAouye8lEIX3r3IsNXECIVPKXy8oTEg2mKU4Uz5f5kOr1MxIEEijuzEIttt6iT8mRTugJzljDbBi9VEc8tk15mvDxQFj7HLkmOMkOg0LJ87PCic/s1600/_MG_4972+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0HmguiWGX8eHCESxjIuh7HPmdqgZPAouye8lEIX3r3IsNXECIVPKXy8oTEg2mKU4Uz5f5kOr1MxIEEijuzEIttt6iT8mRTugJzljDbBi9VEc8tk15mvDxQFj7HLkmOMkOg0LJ87PCic/s640/_MG_4972+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561309404278471634" border="0" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNDybmJx6NMvmxXJAFXFTZcAHnJfqhYtXAwHdpsWILrKCaSWOKualvjXyT68_5JvuHOZRPkg8FTLtKyEiXN37Ia3kMrt1Bt8XeIsPztT3LcL8jbwrXA7Dp8nR72SR8_dT8IaS6BcRHDsI/s1600/_MG_4963+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNDybmJx6NMvmxXJAFXFTZcAHnJfqhYtXAwHdpsWILrKCaSWOKualvjXyT68_5JvuHOZRPkg8FTLtKyEiXN37Ia3kMrt1Bt8XeIsPztT3LcL8jbwrXA7Dp8nR72SR8_dT8IaS6BcRHDsI/s640/_MG_4963+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561309395378918562" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.elcactus.me/">El Cactus</a> restaurant we had chosen.
<br />Since we were staying...
<br />*yesh!! I found the benefit of checking in!!!!!!
<br />It was Foursquare which reminding me of the hotel's name!!!*
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<br />Alright, I found,
<br />we were staying at Corus Paradise Service Apartment,
<br />which is located 207 steps away from the restaurant. <<mere don="" t="" take="" it="" too=""><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjb9yN9MzhqRyukotEz-gfRU2HYGwX0o93KVtRGN6pnBsQRxYcZZQxHlpQlR5VH22QDQ8Wdl25KheWCR78y6E7F3qP7MmWUyesbOEC-xQnORKDtdQ2oetDrSFg5tJ0cZWY0T5qhwEe2I/s1600/_MG_5029+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjb9yN9MzhqRyukotEz-gfRU2HYGwX0o93KVtRGN6pnBsQRxYcZZQxHlpQlR5VH22QDQ8Wdl25KheWCR78y6E7F3qP7MmWUyesbOEC-xQnORKDtdQ2oetDrSFg5tJ0cZWY0T5qhwEe2I/s640/_MG_5029+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310701472676706" border="0" /></a>
<br />If you are super duper truple quadruple hungry,
<br />don't opt for this restaurant.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIqEvqiSE6TMeLfEu5jEJiPsreSJ9xiFVOxlReSrml326YpYO9CRbMv-Zk3zfbQuWYjUG8lkTKsyUJrLGs9fjCvDnP8lNO0rBB6t00CAPBdQdmp4AIPCyfnrJyKgjlxUuNfe9c7g5Wow/s1600/_MG_5034+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIqEvqiSE6TMeLfEu5jEJiPsreSJ9xiFVOxlReSrml326YpYO9CRbMv-Zk3zfbQuWYjUG8lkTKsyUJrLGs9fjCvDnP8lNO0rBB6t00CAPBdQdmp4AIPCyfnrJyKgjlxUuNfe9c7g5Wow/s640/_MG_5034+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310708602028274" border="0" /></a>
<br />Food were good, though.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNZCDrpAzk5g66vCNy9V77SfcOcEnu3SchOdHd9GQSXYJO6PVIpPZ1x8aLPEG8P5P_OyoK-KEvoFOWE9Yw2fk88PC5euCOK8RZxYLr7CPX7QfYIenjsJZMHXKLXwhH0j_Vsh_qUCEW68/s1600/_MG_5020+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNZCDrpAzk5g66vCNy9V77SfcOcEnu3SchOdHd9GQSXYJO6PVIpPZ1x8aLPEG8P5P_OyoK-KEvoFOWE9Yw2fk88PC5euCOK8RZxYLr7CPX7QfYIenjsJZMHXKLXwhH0j_Vsh_qUCEW68/s640/_MG_5020+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310693993199602" border="0" /></a>
<br />I purposely put up this picture to test your eyesight.
<br />You can see a girl in a prison uniform and a mexican hat right?
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mou cho</span>. That was me.
<br />You can see two girls in broad smile and pointing at the hat right?
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mou cho</span>. Those were Miao Yii and Yen Yee.
<br />What?
<br />You can only see three yellow bright dots?
<br />You ought to wear a night vision spectacles when you drive at night for the safety of the road users and also when you walk at night for the safety of the drivers and when you sleep too for the safety of whomever you will bump into in your dream.
<br />*stop being lame Chung Shang Hui*
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<br />And please don't think that we had a quiet new year eve.
<br />The hotel organised a beach party which charged each head RM70 as admission fee,
<br />of which, we the<span style="font-style: italic;"> kiamsiap</span>er didn't attend, of course,
<br />but were there to <span style="font-style: italic;">tumpang</span> countdown.
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<br />Alright.
<br />Till then.
<br />Happy new year.
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<br />Btw, these are the singles.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-dZccX2Ar5Vy3yWXPr9hOUbiVyswzn8HdcWpJgPgnvNZi2udMoCIU0X8VFrMMcO4dev8pd5xrf6oVCdpKtgLOUmt_CQ2pMLQXnx2CSLrsWzFwixZZc1f8UQUWVWrN0m2vkm-mFHx1bs/s1600/_MG_4975+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-dZccX2Ar5Vy3yWXPr9hOUbiVyswzn8HdcWpJgPgnvNZi2udMoCIU0X8VFrMMcO4dev8pd5xrf6oVCdpKtgLOUmt_CQ2pMLQXnx2CSLrsWzFwixZZc1f8UQUWVWrN0m2vkm-mFHx1bs/s640/_MG_4975+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561309410995353794" border="0" /></a>From left: Ng Chooi Yee (F,24,KL), Lee Mei Yi (F,24,KL), Liau Jia Liang (M, 24,KL), Chung Shang Hui (F,18,KL)
<br />Do let me know if you are interested in any of them.
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<br />Let's hope that we will bump into our other half same time this year.
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<br />BTW I feel wrong lying.
<br />You are a genius if you can spot my lie.
<br /></mere>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-89278414933867385302011-01-10T23:52:00.009+08:002011-01-11T23:13:27.142+08:002010<span style="font-weight: bold;">1. What did you do in 2010 that you'd never done before?</span><br />Tickle Carpy.<br />Rub Jibubu's belly.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span><br />Resolution? Like... Not getting any fatter?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Rep Ipsa Loquitor.</span><br />Don't know the meaning leh. Go Google. *<span style="font-style: italic;">haolian</span>*<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Did anyone close to you give birth?</span><br />Jibubu!!!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7eO9XekSMZVVxiG8M57Z02eEJOQ69sr84Zp6z-3jKuEgyZ_yzs8purNAB717zWEciUD_oJ_HV7eit2MBNf59zNKpKW0slAwGTpKyEUqnQUyxsLII1o7XnUd6ZenquPJ0_JwJ3xA5YPJs/s1600/IMG_6934+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7eO9XekSMZVVxiG8M57Z02eEJOQ69sr84Zp6z-3jKuEgyZ_yzs8purNAB717zWEciUD_oJ_HV7eit2MBNf59zNKpKW0slAwGTpKyEUqnQUyxsLII1o7XnUd6ZenquPJ0_JwJ3xA5YPJs/s640/IMG_6934+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560942067051518242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Oh yea. She was smiling at the camera.<br />Can you see the baybees?<br /></span></div>She was a mother of 4~!!<br />Quadruplets can you imagine that??<br />She's not that close to me though.<br />(and now she is a mother of 9.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Did anyone close to you die?</span><br />Thank God, none.<br />My maternal grandma passed away early this year though.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. What countries did you visit?</span><br />Australia, Taiwan, China, Egypt.<br /><br />I visited first two, my Sims visited the subsequent ones.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?</span><br />A boyfriend.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. What date from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?</span><br />The last day of August.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSJDjt5KypfrhD7D5CSvEDhlWHxTOxoJON-zcn-tBr8m_tWkzt6-0qFo6ufg7XDc0qGvHRM0XsDE0qhQ7CjbvNc45DAqBkUnchM1cC0KvTV00w1DzbKNa3CVJiwqzdg7fuo40Qhd5310/s1600/IMG_5031+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSJDjt5KypfrhD7D5CSvEDhlWHxTOxoJON-zcn-tBr8m_tWkzt6-0qFo6ufg7XDc0qGvHRM0XsDE0qhQ7CjbvNc45DAqBkUnchM1cC0KvTV00w1DzbKNa3CVJiwqzdg7fuo40Qhd5310/s640/IMG_5031+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560944016807798306" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Merdeka!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?</span><br />Not to leave a single scratch on the car.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. What was your biggest failure?</span><br />Not able to shape perfect eyebrows.<br />And not able to eliminate blackheads for good.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Did you suffer illness or injury?</span><br />I had to break my own skin to pluck my ingrown hair.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. What was the best thing you bought?</span><br />Saving plan.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Whose behavior merited celebration?</span><br />Carpy.<br />He waits for me until I get home.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?</span><br />Cheryl Chung.<br />She knows that she is fat and still not being discipline in controlling her diet.<br />Some people would never learn.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">14. Where did most of your money go?</span><br />Apparels,<br />insurance,<br />bags,<br />apparels,<br />skin care products,<br />apparels,<br />petrol,<br />apparels.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?</span><br />Carpy moves into the household!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6qsLhSuJIyi59R0olfy8CJYJ5pwMSzAQw3HJ8YS2AjWj9f-gygBC_-kcFgx1kKZLl6yGCcgNkS8h73bgq1TWAIUe6JDIe_KtID6hWWsAFcSMkfI1HnMdWj8mhI5gygi5RQEM7QETz38/s1600/IMG_8351+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6qsLhSuJIyi59R0olfy8CJYJ5pwMSzAQw3HJ8YS2AjWj9f-gygBC_-kcFgx1kKZLl6yGCcgNkS8h73bgq1TWAIUe6JDIe_KtID6hWWsAFcSMkfI1HnMdWj8mhI5gygi5RQEM7QETz38/s640/IMG_8351+%255BDesktop+Resolution%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560945229911538114" border="0" /></a><br />And...<br />Dad registered a Tucson under my name as my graduation present.<br />I know I sound like I am showing off but I was (and still am) really very excited about it leh.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />16. What song will always remind you of 2010?</span><br />None.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />17. Compared to this time last year, are you:</span><br />- happier or sadder?<br />I have always been =) and =( and =) and =(<br />I can't tell.<br />- richer or poorer?<br />I have no idea.<br />- thinner or fatter?<br />Fatter<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">18. What do you wish you'd done more of?</span><br />Eat.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />19. What do you wish you'd done less of?</span><br />Eat.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />20. How did you spend the holidays?</span><br />Scratching off all the itchiness which were caused by summer mosquitoes.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />21. Did you fall in love in 2010?</span><br />I've been in freefall for 2 years?<br />My birthday wish new year wish christmas wish taipousam wish when-u-see-a-shooting-star wish is to fall in love.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">22. How many one-night stands?</span><br />None.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">23. What was your favorite TV program?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">U ingat u sangat hebat</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Mentega yang terbang: diari ulat merah jambu yang miang</span><br />Kidding.<br />Gossip Girl.<br />(try googling ulat)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?</span><br />Neh.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">25. What was the best book you read?</span><br />Dan Brown's - the deception point<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />26. What was your favorite film of this year</span>?<br />a) Inception.<br />b) A bastard's story. Okay, again, kidding. *testing limit*<br />It is just the direct translation from the chinese title of Hachiko: The dog's story<br />It is 八公的故事 in chinese ma.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">27. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?</span><br />Futuristic.<br />or classical.<br />They are the same anyway. *still testing limit*<br /><br />Kay la I was in love with high-waisted flared skirts last year as they cover my tummy and thighs the best.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">28 Whom did you miss?</span><br />My boyfriend. *still testing limit*<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">29. Who was the best new person you met?</span><br />Cheryl Chung Shang Hui. *enough or not?! Can't be a bit serious?*<br />Nay she isn't me.<br />She's the infamous alter ego of mine.<br />Strictly speaking she's not new,<br />but I discover her existence only in year 2010.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">30. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010.</span><br />Don't dress as if you are fuckable if you are not.<br />Eh... Some narcissistic bastards think that they are so good looking and everyone is gladly to be fucked so strictly speaking, it has nothing to do with our dressings.<br />BTW I didn't get shagged by that horny head.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-30261386153903464592010-12-27T23:46:00.016+08:002011-01-11T00:24:15.510+08:00The big day?Some say, it is the most important day in your life,<br />that is, your wedding day comes after it.<br /><br />I doubt.<br /><br />It was 9th of December, 2010.<br />Our graduation ceremony.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtn-2JbnQJUyYHCKdYLg4FYm_8v5IjmRemACXfJOCvBtMxyIlPpSKT6hGbRlsi7XOlBuDnvdM3QIox82rrhjmQD6eFcigzgAsEys8BzOsmCCGdk8jxykQAH8yy5pDWopAyMSnPlMxO60/s1600/_MG_3570+%25282%2529+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtn-2JbnQJUyYHCKdYLg4FYm_8v5IjmRemACXfJOCvBtMxyIlPpSKT6hGbRlsi7XOlBuDnvdM3QIox82rrhjmQD6eFcigzgAsEys8BzOsmCCGdk8jxykQAH8yy5pDWopAyMSnPlMxO60/s640/_MG_3570+%25282%2529+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560538576458125298" border="0" /></a><br />To me, it is merely a ceremony that I have to go through.<br />So what if I miss it?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYw62qOYOIKBGyNdzNuF1UlxbQt0gMJ9cM8EJ_w6SBNxxnAeqaGYFFnKY4JosJ6Wx2nY3kdTmEqenoNVcSlktz33kc9BhpmWvJBYp0QwZRrMuL7rlDNG6RRQmz9dPML-qZQ24BE0szkps/s1600/_MG_3573+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYw62qOYOIKBGyNdzNuF1UlxbQt0gMJ9cM8EJ_w6SBNxxnAeqaGYFFnKY4JosJ6Wx2nY3kdTmEqenoNVcSlktz33kc9BhpmWvJBYp0QwZRrMuL7rlDNG6RRQmz9dPML-qZQ24BE0szkps/s640/_MG_3573+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560540813518602914" border="0" /></a><br />My life still goes on (=_= of course. takkan you die?)<br />Really, that ceremony didn't really make a difference. (what do you expect then??)<br />I haven't started working yet. (oh that.. yea. now it makes sense)<br /><br />Shut up.<br />Sorry, I was talking to my alter ego.<br />I can't go on if she keeps on interrupting me.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sibuk betul.</span><br /><br />Back to the track.<br />Well, most of the law graduates would continue furthering their studies,<br />we have to obtain the Certificate of Legal Practice before we could really be the law practitioners.<br />We are still students, after attending the graduation ceremony.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLx4DNGbK9xZyuasvNiWuKyxhYJcT49esqfKAGZTjwmW5wB4yenOSIjkNLRzb_OK3b7SOyONRR_itnc3EOSXaM6Sd6QBZO7MQtmf5Vy8akMzmV4D5ezZ2GWOSU2JyHZDBpWKnREO-Em10/s1600/IMG_0498+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLx4DNGbK9xZyuasvNiWuKyxhYJcT49esqfKAGZTjwmW5wB4yenOSIjkNLRzb_OK3b7SOyONRR_itnc3EOSXaM6Sd6QBZO7MQtmf5Vy8akMzmV4D5ezZ2GWOSU2JyHZDBpWKnREO-Em10/s640/IMG_0498+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560544726086324386" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lOwzH5wUT-OqFMsqwH10_CQVg0v0Ku99uqbIlVHtesN4fb1tvYXiRgDGVHzuzp_xG6VfeJPJCrVD7DGbl0aMnY_Ez_E1uaR33jYwdxPUm-3A7-NPrx90xEkUHQRJ9TBsRWZ46k_NTug/s1600/_MG_3589+%25282%2529.JPG"><br /></a>So I finally got to wear the graduation robe and the mortarboard,<br />which, I had worn for at least 2 times, (or 3?) since my age of 6.<br />We all had gone through decades of education,<br />2 years (or more) in pre-school,<br />6 years in primary school,<br />7 years in high school,<br />and finally, it only takes us 3 years to complete a degree.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Wx1dEuhDTzhId8_yhaQ8QsuKlE5ROgGsChLddMLBkTGBHgDsModO89S_7c3rmeI54ytwWBQ4oAuVxKqJcrGlQvgsZBNcczFe-52oke66oGtxl6eTFbXGWMlon4ki0EdgQ9IJFMLzlKc/s1600/IMG_0504+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Wx1dEuhDTzhId8_yhaQ8QsuKlE5ROgGsChLddMLBkTGBHgDsModO89S_7c3rmeI54ytwWBQ4oAuVxKqJcrGlQvgsZBNcczFe-52oke66oGtxl6eTFbXGWMlon4ki0EdgQ9IJFMLzlKc/s640/IMG_0504+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560544728763245058" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbSrBmIzQ_SsIEvA4c_YbyWAjOzJ0c4YPsVzAIbP0bcEgZ0Bd02T0sjhEVUSDVWGLY2Zpqjnve_0uxr7gHqbaKHldJW4Ch2LMkR3DRI17tEe-LhHerRF7ddaHrwQBQTws5aGX6g1T4Oc/s1600/_MG_3629+%25282%2529.JPG"><br /></a>3 years, are really insignificant if compared to decades of education we had previously had.<br />We didn't have to wake up early in the morning to catch the bus nor had our attendances taken during our college days.<br />We didn't have to be canned if we didn't complete our assignments. Oh, we called it homework back then.<br />We didn't have to stand on the chair nor by the door if we didn't bring our books.<br />We didn't have to be in uniform anymore - although we are still being restricted by dress codes in the college.<br />We didn't have to greet our lecturers in unison in the college.<br />We didn't have weekly assembly.<br />We didn't have...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN6nG4tLyZfR9pXtGo3Qc03LLRlr_u5mQEbSi66poxeQiGkbQNohyphenhyphenEviBppLKxsAd-DCYhmXInL7TBFAbDv_NDeONyR_jm7BMJNWlftllkxMMBMo_yvkbwDXPi5YLRdL0CQzW4qHy6F9Y/s1600/IMG_0494+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN6nG4tLyZfR9pXtGo3Qc03LLRlr_u5mQEbSi66poxeQiGkbQNohyphenhyphenEviBppLKxsAd-DCYhmXInL7TBFAbDv_NDeONyR_jm7BMJNWlftllkxMMBMo_yvkbwDXPi5YLRdL0CQzW4qHy6F9Y/s640/IMG_0494+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560544719363461890" border="0" /></a><br />Attending college seem to be easier than primary school and high school.<br /><br />So what is so difficult about completing a degree course?<br /><br />In your primary school and high school,<br />as long as you attend classes,<br />eventually, you would still have the chance to wear the robe and the mortarboard,<br />despite that there might be 7 F9s in your result.<br /><br />The same thing doesn't apply in obtaining a degree.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2a9-Xao_nh2oAuRiYFzeYKzcyjhCQzNMEPhxf5-mafX4apGcFH-_8UWAFAxJyleBhPAyRaBSyp0F78fo5GJp6qgxQRARe-3ngvaGkJRT0A-fn7cDuB33__PThyMPFOTgtJltAS51vNc/s1600/IMG_0496+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2a9-Xao_nh2oAuRiYFzeYKzcyjhCQzNMEPhxf5-mafX4apGcFH-_8UWAFAxJyleBhPAyRaBSyp0F78fo5GJp6qgxQRARe-3ngvaGkJRT0A-fn7cDuB33__PThyMPFOTgtJltAS51vNc/s640/IMG_0496+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560544723789078018" border="0" /></a><br />It is a filtering process.<br />You have to be fine enough the go through the filtering layers.<br />One of my friend mentioned,<br />his mates in his A-level days are now nowhere be seen.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpryBkqci0ezAbLPi4j0LPZesmmkCMDng2uzwHBPJOrUm3FT1DELBwbTBLm4GiGcLPOvD5GzZUojYaePYfv93Q74DhjRCag0YFDx4vhnXwoYUC3FKpFn05JU5PHiPoAnU4zkGh0oOOjCA/s1600/IMG_0395+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpryBkqci0ezAbLPi4j0LPZesmmkCMDng2uzwHBPJOrUm3FT1DELBwbTBLm4GiGcLPOvD5GzZUojYaePYfv93Q74DhjRCag0YFDx4vhnXwoYUC3FKpFn05JU5PHiPoAnU4zkGh0oOOjCA/s640/IMG_0395+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560544716566836082" border="0" /></a><br />The same happens to me, and the rest of my current course mates too.<br />I bet that my friends in the current clique would not have thought that we would form such a combination.<br />We were only hi-bye friends by then.<br />Who would have thought that we would be discussing where to have lunch now?<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWdO4odbpae-OoGjTcqRUb8PHnyZ-tFY3IxfWTuK_XC-L3v1N6kPTONUlvd6WGMawLsokcUbrrOhQrkTprd9aevn-VYYuftVkwTFYkVQj6dAmRf5N0H4oWmgITDaenDkkx2SJqNuIH0M/s1600/IMG_0602+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWdO4odbpae-OoGjTcqRUb8PHnyZ-tFY3IxfWTuK_XC-L3v1N6kPTONUlvd6WGMawLsokcUbrrOhQrkTprd9aevn-VYYuftVkwTFYkVQj6dAmRf5N0H4oWmgITDaenDkkx2SJqNuIH0M/s640/IMG_0602+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560554591015200162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">The lunch gang</span><br /><br /></div>This is the difference between primary, high school days and college days.<br />Sad but true,<br />if one is not fine,<br />he or she will be left on the filter layer,<br />until he or she refines himself or herself.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbSrBmIzQ_SsIEvA4c_YbyWAjOzJ0c4YPsVzAIbP0bcEgZ0Bd02T0sjhEVUSDVWGLY2Zpqjnve_0uxr7gHqbaKHldJW4Ch2LMkR3DRI17tEe-LhHerRF7ddaHrwQBQTws5aGX6g1T4Oc/s1600/_MG_3629+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbSrBmIzQ_SsIEvA4c_YbyWAjOzJ0c4YPsVzAIbP0bcEgZ0Bd02T0sjhEVUSDVWGLY2Zpqjnve_0uxr7gHqbaKHldJW4Ch2LMkR3DRI17tEe-LhHerRF7ddaHrwQBQTws5aGX6g1T4Oc/s640/_MG_3629+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560540826846863922" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And I have not reached the base.<br />I am still halfway through.<br />The only way I could make myself through is to keep on refining myself.<br /><br />Okay!!<br />Done with the blues.<br />Relax bah people~<br /><br />So nothing really special happened on that day.<br />It was quite a pathetic day la - I threw the mortarboard on my own - pathetic.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVY6Vr1uoMBbvGgpN7YPyaCUTViDSFkSiBMIJ74EdL_UQyIvcCP0T_6_rKGDkjI9QQRkeewieCggrTT5Wzcj4DQu8JVTlS4OIGXPhoRbXOKGx-JAmk6xIxXwGvVo1WlXlfn901d_DYwDQ/s1600/_MG_3625+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVY6Vr1uoMBbvGgpN7YPyaCUTViDSFkSiBMIJ74EdL_UQyIvcCP0T_6_rKGDkjI9QQRkeewieCggrTT5Wzcj4DQu8JVTlS4OIGXPhoRbXOKGx-JAmk6xIxXwGvVo1WlXlfn901d_DYwDQ/s640/_MG_3625+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560540816081747650" border="0" /></a><br />And I posed alone - pathetic x2.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TMyOAXgN10sHj6_UkEkl2PjansoABB-qoeXGlJ8Fb6rt1qDO_kZT5sAScVph9Qo7ZJKtKLulg5dGUKwRNGw1U0cZ9aoV5VuNKuwHELTcZOmS3TaI9aH7ecry_E7l-ByjN7vDS_nmBR4/s1600/_MG_3712+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TMyOAXgN10sHj6_UkEkl2PjansoABB-qoeXGlJ8Fb6rt1qDO_kZT5sAScVph9Qo7ZJKtKLulg5dGUKwRNGw1U0cZ9aoV5VuNKuwHELTcZOmS3TaI9aH7ecry_E7l-ByjN7vDS_nmBR4/s640/_MG_3712+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560545590871946050" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqdxEkepVIWi0AT7WHUopJyoXfl5CC1tEvsLELIu5TM1WcyJ5Hwr-5OBfjGr6Sm65ONLjTC2yu8sVtd1Gm91cu-jKtk_GHXHXchfZ3g_r0rUXTKQ4Yhsha6OfL57-sljdZRzsMy4HdH0/s1600/_MG_3711+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqdxEkepVIWi0AT7WHUopJyoXfl5CC1tEvsLELIu5TM1WcyJ5Hwr-5OBfjGr6Sm65ONLjTC2yu8sVtd1Gm91cu-jKtk_GHXHXchfZ3g_r0rUXTKQ4Yhsha6OfL57-sljdZRzsMy4HdH0/s640/_MG_3711+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560545583364020290" border="0" /></a><br />No la, I didn't spoil the group picture, I was obediently serious when the photographer asked us to get ready.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKaUo-cUJTinWfgp-5yWCYhD6lVrFJbwkL8BBwcrZZQh2Rayyjf7GGt5WWUwHEnUHkkVOOtoo6WBcmZCN9xewc32wkz9UOU2PF1I0w2flLahyaGrJK7eABPalgq9nn_5hSLOWcctqdyew/s1600/_MG_3713+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKaUo-cUJTinWfgp-5yWCYhD6lVrFJbwkL8BBwcrZZQh2Rayyjf7GGt5WWUwHEnUHkkVOOtoo6WBcmZCN9xewc32wkz9UOU2PF1I0w2flLahyaGrJK7eABPalgq9nn_5hSLOWcctqdyew/s640/_MG_3713+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560545591730399570" border="0" /></a><br />And no la, I didn't throw the mortarboard on my own.<br />Not that pathetic.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHtDi9Dck3fv7-JZ3owS0S8Utarjv7atccd6_q-G-X4ypwI9tLoohLFHeJwpsSJ2X31wZnJPnA9Sh0Ic4t0Yv62iB6dZtjBfXRCAwzrHzKH7S61tGQeq0vhG5KDDGQ8LPwjUsfEl66a4k/s1600/27.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHtDi9Dck3fv7-JZ3owS0S8Utarjv7atccd6_q-G-X4ypwI9tLoohLFHeJwpsSJ2X31wZnJPnA9Sh0Ic4t0Yv62iB6dZtjBfXRCAwzrHzKH7S61tGQeq0vhG5KDDGQ8LPwjUsfEl66a4k/s640/27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560545595220376450" border="0" /></a>Awesome shot by Jasmine Sia's dad - uncle Clement Sia.<br /><br />And I performed - which was pathetic x3 because I didn't get to eat.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvXFB0-Tsrso-v_fY7GYZrpnqkbz7wUWR-CodRA1KPHcxeGIyufpBm2_PQHK6hk88nmv_cTVq_P8GXnVcxmY7al1dEo0HHSLn7scZjQj0j71KQTm8j5wQ8zbWNMI728LY7F6a-QFZykM/s1600/_MG_3746+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvXFB0-Tsrso-v_fY7GYZrpnqkbz7wUWR-CodRA1KPHcxeGIyufpBm2_PQHK6hk88nmv_cTVq_P8GXnVcxmY7al1dEo0HHSLn7scZjQj0j71KQTm8j5wQ8zbWNMI728LY7F6a-QFZykM/s640/_MG_3746+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560545597837368658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I swear I am not an attention seeker.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I wasn't choreographed in the middle all the time la.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqhNgI6aP6rzgYh9PSkBnoBhmbQIWfplMqBwUsSanrDLZES77CHE8tcBYNVCn35FrQ_DFJdFTzNPNqyNPpdfNcQeRjNEYUq3_VtMZDItJDtrpesrFzObqrYp2eb6OiN5HYyGbH9A1_uk/s1600/_MG_3787+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqhNgI6aP6rzgYh9PSkBnoBhmbQIWfplMqBwUsSanrDLZES77CHE8tcBYNVCn35FrQ_DFJdFTzNPNqyNPpdfNcQeRjNEYUq3_VtMZDItJDtrpesrFzObqrYp2eb6OiN5HYyGbH9A1_uk/s640/_MG_3787+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560554595993486002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Lalalalalala tell you the truth la, it wasn't a full split.</span><br /></div><br />It turned out that my family reserved the food for me so it wasn't that pathetic hence we make it pathetic x2.<br />And it turned out that the food was blah so let us make it pathetic.<br /><br />Let me tell you something la,<br />I wanted a boyfriend before my graduation ceremony,<br />so that I could have a mega bouquet of flowers,<br />but you know, I failed la.<br /><br />Nevertheless!!<br />I still have flowers from my family members =D<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lOwzH5wUT-OqFMsqwH10_CQVg0v0Ku99uqbIlVHtesN4fb1tvYXiRgDGVHzuzp_xG6VfeJPJCrVD7DGbl0aMnY_Ez_E1uaR33jYwdxPUm-3A7-NPrx90xEkUHQRJ9TBsRWZ46k_NTug/s1600/_MG_3589+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lOwzH5wUT-OqFMsqwH10_CQVg0v0Ku99uqbIlVHtesN4fb1tvYXiRgDGVHzuzp_xG6VfeJPJCrVD7DGbl0aMnY_Ez_E1uaR33jYwdxPUm-3A7-NPrx90xEkUHQRJ9TBsRWZ46k_NTug/s640/_MG_3589+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560540814778921730" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLx4DNGbK9xZyuasvNiWuKyxhYJcT49esqfKAGZTjwmW5wB4yenOSIjkNLRzb_OK3b7SOyONRR_itnc3EOSXaM6Sd6QBZO7MQtmf5Vy8akMzmV4D5ezZ2GWOSU2JyHZDBpWKnREO-Em10/s1600/IMG_0498+%25282%2529.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Miao Yii and Yim Fui given me a music box inserted in shape of a grand piano,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZOzWGNU0gr9QDtMWQkWwzwhyphenhyphenqxgBprMYl3_Lq88VJxv-sG7p-d2F-glFjPUOekR3zyP7G_lnEGeJlIRgXV62t3ATOfUCT55a-fjXpDuInkyF5IvNha_CVCZYeVeMD-mjpmKHRUnD2_CQ/s1600/IMG_0552+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZOzWGNU0gr9QDtMWQkWwzwhyphenhyphenqxgBprMYl3_Lq88VJxv-sG7p-d2F-glFjPUOekR3zyP7G_lnEGeJlIRgXV62t3ATOfUCT55a-fjXpDuInkyF5IvNha_CVCZYeVeMD-mjpmKHRUnD2_CQ/s640/IMG_0552+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560554584609341538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">okay it is proven that I look better with fringe</span><br /></div><br />and the rest of the high school mates given me <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> Parker pen and an organiser.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3efRj-KEwSCqLLKskOA4aEUV8Rj-lYLrLrURkLyo0YEtAUl8UsXzFIuuS0oNu13FcsufMo81SnQV0DMWPTILjxxcR0W5V_UaIshLEWmyY5vPk2wqqVWSybTtKgXS92o22e4KwUVs6A8c/s1600/IMG_0567+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3efRj-KEwSCqLLKskOA4aEUV8Rj-lYLrLrURkLyo0YEtAUl8UsXzFIuuS0oNu13FcsufMo81SnQV0DMWPTILjxxcR0W5V_UaIshLEWmyY5vPk2wqqVWSybTtKgXS92o22e4KwUVs6A8c/s640/IMG_0567+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560554588122786130" border="0" /></a>Yes I stressed <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> because my name is engraved on the pen.<br /><br />Family and friends are simply amazing.<br />So am I.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-7843044282838404462010-11-12T07:04:00.006+08:002010-11-12T13:37:10.291+08:001111 Happy Singles' DayYo this is so yesterday, literally.<br /><br />I didn't want to stay home because I wanted to celebrate this very special day (eh you thought everyone has the chance to celebrate huh? You, you, you, you and you and you and you also, go on and celebrate your Valentine's 七夕 etc etc etc *sour),<br />hence two of my besties were dragged out despite that one of them and I have to work on the very next day.<br />(and one of them is not even single)<br /><br />Xuan music cafe @ Kuchai Lama is a place which we've always wanted to be.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVmFo2VpluzyqPOY1Z2Ntcf3PKTYOBGpZ7GBCSLuPCa8B_5T1Z9L6iKLz2XacSK2gRRHJuTe4FtIFDKGpS00wieand4RCjm4uSdfDFQUsn-ExJh_PgNYp0yUJlSt_cB_JCwusHTHHqrO0/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVmFo2VpluzyqPOY1Z2Ntcf3PKTYOBGpZ7GBCSLuPCa8B_5T1Z9L6iKLz2XacSK2gRRHJuTe4FtIFDKGpS00wieand4RCjm4uSdfDFQUsn-ExJh_PgNYp0yUJlSt_cB_JCwusHTHHqrO0/s640/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538446777274512290" border="0" /></a><br />One reason is that Yim Fui (original name Ying Huey)'s sister-in-law, a cafe singer is of the opinion that Xuan's singers sing well.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXt6awRdQ12sVBKecORN0k2X-1cGNfK8t7SIIeYsvNZwxDJnWT0NHAnPAW6jONHV6b1rkmkcz0zcKoma35qlnY4PRhhv2g0VTLANXiY0QXveJsOs5-lcW1UOWt-jYIExYHhNwCQBeyqhI/s1600/2.jpg"><br /></a><br />Another is that one day, we passed by Xuan and we saw that only a pathetic few of them occupy the table. We felt sad for the singers who can have interaction with no one except among themselves so we decided to do them a favour by paying them a visit and by giving them a chance to interact with us.<br /><br />So Miao Yii (original name Mei Yi) and I both ordered some unusual drink - Roselle tea and black date vinegar. Yim Fui's was pretty ordinary - tomato juice. It's just that her tomato juice was yellow in colour instead of red. Okay my knowledge on plants is not that bad, I do realise that there are yellow tomatoes.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXt6awRdQ12sVBKecORN0k2X-1cGNfK8t7SIIeYsvNZwxDJnWT0NHAnPAW6jONHV6b1rkmkcz0zcKoma35qlnY4PRhhv2g0VTLANXiY0QXveJsOs5-lcW1UOWt-jYIExYHhNwCQBeyqhI/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXt6awRdQ12sVBKecORN0k2X-1cGNfK8t7SIIeYsvNZwxDJnWT0NHAnPAW6jONHV6b1rkmkcz0zcKoma35qlnY4PRhhv2g0VTLANXiY0QXveJsOs5-lcW1UOWt-jYIExYHhNwCQBeyqhI/s640/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538446773583706834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">And Yim Fui had been busy playing this mind-fucking stuff.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> I stopped playing while I had the contemplation to tear the whole thing apart.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span>The cafe closed at 1am and we ought to sleep by that time because as I have mentioned, both Miao Yii and I have to work and Yim Fui had been sleeping less than 15 hours in 3 days due to exam preparation. Superwoman or what??? I thought me sleeping less than 10 hours in 2 days is very geng already.<br /><br />Next, we went to a place which is open all day long, my house.<br />(how come I feel cheesy saying so?)<br /><br />So we spent 3 hours on playing with Carpy, attacking each other's acupuncture points, and playing different variations of Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars on the piano.<br /><br />And then it was 4am.<br />Which, I had only less than 4 hours to sleep.<br />Upon sending them back and washing up, it was already 4.20am.<br /><br />So I came up of a brilliant way to prevent myself from oversleeping,<br />that was to sleep on the couch in the living room.<br />I am a light sleeper and I know that I would be awaken when my grandma open the gate.<br />And I thought that I would have no problem falling asleep as that is my usual napping spot.<br /><br />You know what?<br />God read my mine, my wish was granted.<br />Now not only that I did not oversleep and will not be late for work, I have sufficient time to write as well.<br /><br />I did not get to sleep at all.<br />I closed my eyes,<br />but something kept on running in my mind.<br />I wished I were dreaming but whenever I wanted to open my eyes, I could.<br />I hadn't fall asleep at all la.<br />Don't you envy that God treats me so well?<br /><br />Aiyerrrrrr......<br />How laaaaaa??<br />I feel very de sleepy and it's raining now and it's good to sleep but I can't!!!!<br /><br />Haiyer.<br />Okay geh... 3 hours of teaching wouldn't kill me.<br />And after that, I have 5 hours to sleep before I go to my night lecture.<br />It will work out well, I believe.<br /><br />Oh yea, it's time for preparation.<br />Good morning.<br />And Happy Singles' Day.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDeBDiI6Ju3xm3n7l4BGZJ1FAx598XPB2gqU7ystn9YD3X1CUYuln6Vljhl0dMXx9QJ0ntaxcnkn2POG-pfl47STCd1suFSAmJLHuLAPJRrbBloS48I9oyFc_5ztjxut5xJOZFJGT8dA/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDeBDiI6Ju3xm3n7l4BGZJ1FAx598XPB2gqU7ystn9YD3X1CUYuln6Vljhl0dMXx9QJ0ntaxcnkn2POG-pfl47STCd1suFSAmJLHuLAPJRrbBloS48I9oyFc_5ztjxut5xJOZFJGT8dA/s640/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538446780174067666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">My nostrils said hello.</span><br /></div><br />Are you thinking, <span style="font-style: italic;">no wonder she is single...</span>?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-48427899479274577552010-11-09T17:03:00.011+08:002010-11-09T22:59:59.722+08:00Weekly dine out at Poco HomemadeOne day, I told my family,<br />we shall not stick to home-cooked food.<br />Yes yes yes it is a nontroversy that home-cooked food is very healthy and cheap but...<br /><br />Malaysia is a gastronomical heaven,<br />food reviews have been spreading around and really, it's such a waste for not to try them out.<br /><br />Actually I'm not that of a great sister/granddaughter/niece la-<br />I want to dine out at new places and I feel too paiseh to find a long term companion hence I drag my family members into picture.<br />Blame my esurience.<br /><br />So that's it.<br />Every Tuesday.<br />New places. Same faces.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMPAzLtzrQdp-bny3cxRCQkdFAIouMOoQMNjScdGshHTHx0fuDlC2_uRPYzzEJdTe7oyX5p2DarlxGiolcpoyxALEUcE5C-AeM4-T3pPZMXKnYU41Q19W-GKZCF6od-X6-L_4OETv7Bs/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMPAzLtzrQdp-bny3cxRCQkdFAIouMOoQMNjScdGshHTHx0fuDlC2_uRPYzzEJdTe7oyX5p2DarlxGiolcpoyxALEUcE5C-AeM4-T3pPZMXKnYU41Q19W-GKZCF6od-X6-L_4OETv7Bs/s640/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537473664394434194" border="0" /></a>The rules are pretty simple - there shall be no repetition.<br /><br />Haijor....<br />You just have to cincai dook the GPS,<br />and an uber long list of restaurants would appear before your eyes,<br />They want to repeat also cannot lah.<br /><br />This is the... 4th or 5th week.<br />Finally I made myself to a place which I have always wanted to go.<br />(even before they move to Bangsar!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtJjnnEyL1WBi_9fIcNs_uK96CzFz9u4XhpGz_czKTqCaZRxGjHbtMU6H_cXwYglD1R9qofizwTCvQg42uhES3qffQToY3896kceiYk9it1lHDArWZAK9rg3oZLM9CguUR0T3AHfjzY8/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtJjnnEyL1WBi_9fIcNs_uK96CzFz9u4XhpGz_czKTqCaZRxGjHbtMU6H_cXwYglD1R9qofizwTCvQg42uhES3qffQToY3896kceiYk9it1lHDArWZAK9rg3oZLM9CguUR0T3AHfjzY8/s640/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537473643669033282" border="0" /></a><br />Neh. There it is.<br />Eh I tell you,<br />I didn't know photography is strictly prohibited until I saw the phrase on their website.<br />It seemed like the waitress was okay with it.<br />She didn't stop me from doing so and there is no sign in the cafe which indicates so...<br /><br />So we just happily snapping around la.<br /><br />Oh by the way, it took them quite a while for the food to be served.<br />I might have lost my patience if not for their quaint decorations...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikW46Dywf8vJBMECW6HyMcHzVviSEbwV3gVrvysgNXSn8fQeyibOV8eyEORddGUs6TkQFaislKUCj45otkU8XuLvlGWUfqhAmlMq1ZHcfarT__Len-jEtfQGGaB5xhlJNqygOWuvnCz1I/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikW46Dywf8vJBMECW6HyMcHzVviSEbwV3gVrvysgNXSn8fQeyibOV8eyEORddGUs6TkQFaislKUCj45otkU8XuLvlGWUfqhAmlMq1ZHcfarT__Len-jEtfQGGaB5xhlJNqygOWuvnCz1I/s640/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537473656937139922" border="0" /></a>And adorable creatures.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQdcpLeBKebbESusiqz7kIkH2-tQvayS9qQG-n8fZHFuZLZpMRLAvcGk2zgvQC5R6uKYPgEUct1ODIojIkaxkuMTn3OttFcLw9UGIyKmMNrdxsPhefJS_qn0RtGLspQpQSPfvOg2xE-N0/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQdcpLeBKebbESusiqz7kIkH2-tQvayS9qQG-n8fZHFuZLZpMRLAvcGk2zgvQC5R6uKYPgEUct1ODIojIkaxkuMTn3OttFcLw9UGIyKmMNrdxsPhefJS_qn0RtGLspQpQSPfvOg2xE-N0/s640/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537473650469710274" border="0" /></a>Now who say we look alike???<br /><center><table> <tbody><tr> <td><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzIfIekZ4QjtD9fXKTb6ta7ZSEEE01cscwL591s_0QlayzzWdK6WGvPVclFJXkCHNFj04QScs7peJ2R4HwSQz6t1X1gRJf6zpuXNjSS0bAOaE6CHPNPD52F_GrjLTpUAR5NNu_yYrSJN4/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzIfIekZ4QjtD9fXKTb6ta7ZSEEE01cscwL591s_0QlayzzWdK6WGvPVclFJXkCHNFj04QScs7peJ2R4HwSQz6t1X1gRJf6zpuXNjSS0bAOaE6CHPNPD52F_GrjLTpUAR5NNu_yYrSJN4/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537473429810031474" border="0" /></a> </td> <td> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3Zq7azorj1pDRwnmVpagYRQgflQIwP_6v4b2vI7ANyr6LKg2yEWFhcekkRhPNu8jN-20BY4SS4VQ_5PE-7ASaLY7TnxMmiTAhHCmGf51Kbm2bRpcFwWBWo-FQQ0JAntYXJPpkg3qwOI/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3Zq7azorj1pDRwnmVpagYRQgflQIwP_6v4b2vI7ANyr6LKg2yEWFhcekkRhPNu8jN-20BY4SS4VQ_5PE-7ASaLY7TnxMmiTAhHCmGf51Kbm2bRpcFwWBWo-FQQ0JAntYXJPpkg3qwOI/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537473425405052194" border="0" /></a></td> </tr> </tbody></table></center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2gIKVsKCuCxZIW0z9k2e1e7fglxW2rAl4fn_oMsGi0sgwh9xjIkH6biCGpUDYJgyw-9Weju42MCGAWTsup9OwLa0rvrjzv0U__ebXCLH9wvWwhNOHeokaepSN6wRhGblO4SmnniymeyA/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2gIKVsKCuCxZIW0z9k2e1e7fglxW2rAl4fn_oMsGi0sgwh9xjIkH6biCGpUDYJgyw-9Weju42MCGAWTsup9OwLa0rvrjzv0U__ebXCLH9wvWwhNOHeokaepSN6wRhGblO4SmnniymeyA/s640/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537473421528878610" border="0" /></a><br />Nah this is the tofu cake I've always wanted to try.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEickHldcCKyjuqmHPlWww2-uILYHBa6cJD4ZXQwHKQNSlW4_4uMdDT49ZSZcwzh7mS4uu3M9dOg4GtNbcg52x6_jpFUkwl3GRJFnNYYvOf33WiFZBP6ofpfDRMUB-98zRDaLoBSBZPyby8/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEickHldcCKyjuqmHPlWww2-uILYHBa6cJD4ZXQwHKQNSlW4_4uMdDT49ZSZcwzh7mS4uu3M9dOg4GtNbcg52x6_jpFUkwl3GRJFnNYYvOf33WiFZBP6ofpfDRMUB-98zRDaLoBSBZPyby8/s640/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537473416668704018" border="0" /></a><br />Basically the cake consist of 3 layers - cheese at the top, tofu in the middle and bottomed with crusts.<br /><br />Wait.<br /><br />Was it cheese?<br />Can't really remember.<br />Don't scold me if I got it wrong.<br /><br />In short, I like it~<br /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcvOVcmc3p_OAUb4-adsTiEtW4rnr47FwpREvntCUHua-YDqHfT7enipsqC27O71DiSqs17REAjZFJfGKbIsUn5gZ9IFRWKAf4VlFCmW-NvupJDB-kNUwXd75D8dRq40gg8pdDWTm1ig/s640/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537473411740374338" border="0" />We finally don't look alike.<br />While taking the portraits,<br />we didn't know each other's expressions.<br /><br />But sisters being sisters,<br />both of us pout, in different pictures.<br />And both of us smile too, in different pictures as well.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-47485366451899151752010-11-08T19:21:00.008+08:002010-11-08T20:25:56.694+08:00OverTime which we had to pay forIt sounds like we were <span style="font-style: italic;">the </span>boss.<br /><br />Firstly, I have to thank my friend Hafez for inviting us to the Flynnivessary concert set at KL Live.<br />I really feel sorry for wasted a ticket which entitled for admission of two heads.<br /><br />Truth is, I didn't really enjoy watching the concert.<br />I love music - zero doubt about it.<br />Sad to say, I couldn't be able to find a nice spot to watch!<br />It was crowded even in a VIP area...<br /><br />Well, only if those in front of us could sit down.<br /><br />Then again, who would want to sit while watching a rock concert?<br /><br />So, (sorry Hafez! If you are reading...) we decided to head to somewhere else,<br />somewhere of which we could enjoy ourselves better.<br /><br />Then when we happily stepped out of the Life Centre,<br />it was raining...<br /><br />Potong steam betul.<br /><br />No fear!<br />You think a little downpour could dampen our mood??!<br />We were so determined to have fun that nothing could stop us!!<br />(only if this passion is applied in work...)<br /><br />So, we decided to head to the <a href="http://overtime.com.my/">next door</a> to enjoy a drink or two.<br /><br />By drinks, I mean mocktail. Or juice.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5-X9dIAjKtsO1INiiNIfWzrfcPySmbPpu_KoGmv6F6nH_5hB6MiAhdl0bdFhmyEVar9dtWPOfzmXGJaJUrSRSodtiuTdvN8Z_B4IC6VlnCAP3cLlcq-RuAJe8pDV7fLi7WrCtq_8tX0/s1600/4+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5-X9dIAjKtsO1INiiNIfWzrfcPySmbPpu_KoGmv6F6nH_5hB6MiAhdl0bdFhmyEVar9dtWPOfzmXGJaJUrSRSodtiuTdvN8Z_B4IC6VlnCAP3cLlcq-RuAJe8pDV7fLi7WrCtq_8tX0/s640/4+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537151722209164674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />April and I are more of warm tea rather cold beer people.<br />We do drink, occasionally but if given a choice, we would opt for some non-alcoholic drinks.<br /><br />I really don't understand leh why should we pay to get suffered:<br />Blush! (They said that this is the sign of good blood circulation)<br />Puke! (I have very low tolerance for alcohols)<br />Rashes! (Is that allergy?)<br />Floats! (I can't even walk properly I feel like a soul without its body)<br />Glares! (It's difficult to drive when every light you see glares at you)<br /><br />While we were enjoying the songs played by the live band,<br />an uncle approached us.<br /><br />Don't think too much,<br />he wasn't trying to flirt with us,<br />he was doing his job - he is none other but the manager of the lounge's.<br /><br />See, things do not always sail smoothly along our will.<br />(that's why I am still single grrrrrrrr)<br />The manager spent us 1 pint (or half) of their signature Starker fresh beer each.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyfvYVwIu9wE3DXfI4CUj7QdcR4ACJyB7bqKIPKbE4GWzTYGnxkCa5lTnxARFJ0R2BVpHx1wtizoZ7NOr2ksRTmg99NpqHxUfxsC1CS5nzrYXsagkCJZvIvoG6uDohluwHHROd7IZTFs/s1600/1+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyfvYVwIu9wE3DXfI4CUj7QdcR4ACJyB7bqKIPKbE4GWzTYGnxkCa5lTnxARFJ0R2BVpHx1wtizoZ7NOr2ksRTmg99NpqHxUfxsC1CS5nzrYXsagkCJZvIvoG6uDohluwHHROd7IZTFs/s640/1+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537151706106631890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />While we were drinking, he kept on promoting how amazing and rare and unique their <span style="font-style: italic;">fresh </span>beers were.<br /><br />Okay, I would say that that is the smoothest beer I have ever had in my life.<br />Kilkenny used to be my favourite but now Starker is at the top of the list. (sorry Guinness I don't like you!)<br />Well, Overtime is the only place which offer such drinks though.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbA18AT0pgiQq7NJ6GknhTy968H4-cByz-mNmZVYgPq0EmvlANdwq7YE_pc5UPF1LhYq6jiI1kieCK2OKApvZb7aJxwoF-_dhqfm7GFRcBphoTyWZW8Yw0Vyy8_NdHzzYM4cqKD5HyPc/s1600/SDC15829+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbA18AT0pgiQq7NJ6GknhTy968H4-cByz-mNmZVYgPq0EmvlANdwq7YE_pc5UPF1LhYq6jiI1kieCK2OKApvZb7aJxwoF-_dhqfm7GFRcBphoTyWZW8Yw0Vyy8_NdHzzYM4cqKD5HyPc/s640/SDC15829+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537151861041454322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Anyway!! I am saying so not because I got it for free!!<br />We still got blushed from drinking them!!<br /><br /><center><table> <tbody><tr> <td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPdfuCxxwU9UAHaLoHQQQiGe8yodMZFER83FukORKTVscTT-UO2rdwWDbf6gA_u-0O1eykUZvPlR9ztYQM9_NoRCG2-vqXeF9KeE-tbA0tsI47f4lOBs9HWDWwWXOdR5DeZWqJQMczUY/s1600/3+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPdfuCxxwU9UAHaLoHQQQiGe8yodMZFER83FukORKTVscTT-UO2rdwWDbf6gA_u-0O1eykUZvPlR9ztYQM9_NoRCG2-vqXeF9KeE-tbA0tsI47f4lOBs9HWDWwWXOdR5DeZWqJQMczUY/s400/3+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537151714075476546" border="0" /></a> </td> <td> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKtVOGIMTua6kTPMf0jhcuvncl95QSwTHFtrER_FMF-KCCvYylpzswTG_wl58IEFfuyBqGGWkbTXJvU4FcsGKPFbNcse1kMDyMNkxn-CbAJuVrKHWQgL46EC8BMk3XY0fmMEadoSEapl8/s1600/2+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKtVOGIMTua6kTPMf0jhcuvncl95QSwTHFtrER_FMF-KCCvYylpzswTG_wl58IEFfuyBqGGWkbTXJvU4FcsGKPFbNcse1kMDyMNkxn-CbAJuVrKHWQgL46EC8BMk3XY0fmMEadoSEapl8/s400/2+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537151707575820562" border="0" /></a></td> </tr> </tbody></table></center><br />No difference from other alcoholic drinks wokeh??<br />It's quite mild, I didn't vomit though.<br /><br />Right, spare the drinks, and back to Overtime.<br /><br />I always enjoy watching live band because of the musicians.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcngCmvk2cQNnyDZLuuda1P0xDwz_K43q8ScszN9qLDnR2kZAu5gOcXi5SszT9zE57a1dLFxbKnDiwM0j8vtm86HJqZ7lLzX2gE64JG4hHCS0YK89i40yhxyL5aNxbywKScuaIPU8Sr_4/s1600/5+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcngCmvk2cQNnyDZLuuda1P0xDwz_K43q8ScszN9qLDnR2kZAu5gOcXi5SszT9zE57a1dLFxbKnDiwM0j8vtm86HJqZ7lLzX2gE64JG4hHCS0YK89i40yhxyL5aNxbywKScuaIPU8Sr_4/s640/5+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537153884393063826" border="0" /></a><br />I admire musically inclined souls.<br />See, I am easily infatuated with musicians, regardless of how gross they are when they are not attached to their instruments.<br />Well, it's like an on-off button.<br />Whenever they started playing the instruments, the feeling of infatuation would flow to the mind and once they stopped it, the gate would shut and I would feel <span style="font-style: italic;">deh what was I thinking?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>One thing I notice is that I usually infatuated with musicians who play musical instruments that I can't play. Hence I have never had any feeling for a pianist or keyboardist.<br />This is one of the reasons of I picking up the bass guitar (another one of it is that I look cool!! Well, at least I am honest. Okay further more, I am curious).<br />If I can play the bass guitar, I wouldn't get infatuated with bassist anymore.<br /><br />Deh?<br /><br />Have I gone too far?<br /><br />I tell you, if I were writing an essay in the high school,<br />my marks would have been deducted tremendously because I kept on inserting irrelevant points.<br /><br />That is because I have nothing much to write about Overtime anymore.<br />Oh yea they have cute waitresses in cute costumes (who spend half of their working time playing with phone in the toilet) so if you have a fetish for that by all means, pay them a visit.<br /><br />And since things always go against our will,<br />I shall now declare,<br />I want to stay single for life...<br /><br />Err dare not to shout too loud because I afraid that God might grant me the <span style="font-style: italic;">wish</span>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-17691818611277643672010-11-07T02:00:00.010+08:002010-11-08T02:01:55.136+08:00Nothing beats going out with the soulamateWhen it is a public holiday, you would feel mental imbalance if you stay home, doing assignments.<br /><br />Although recently I get addicted to assignments, i.e., whenever I have one done, I would feel uber satisfied, I still need to get out occasionally.<br /><br />Hence, the soulamates' hang out.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghoC3OyOhdDHy6FPFbubfFOkF4OXCZIwhIWjlgCIkxE7vf0Aa66lySIhhjxRH41G_fwfVeD8Vgw79pcjUdwBCYv2xGe90xoa-d2FWxpd6w6jm0IlI6ko_OHDc-ijZo477baIsMWVO5z_I/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghoC3OyOhdDHy6FPFbubfFOkF4OXCZIwhIWjlgCIkxE7vf0Aa66lySIhhjxRH41G_fwfVeD8Vgw79pcjUdwBCYv2xGe90xoa-d2FWxpd6w6jm0IlI6ko_OHDc-ijZo477baIsMWVO5z_I/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536861596398231682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6reAdi7KKM4gLcvmeMEdDXsE-Q_K8MWmvWayQ2uJ62Cy2brvk1M8s3GVaQDgYpqeOIAeJKkpQs9h-b1c2KSt6ovZMocQYRUH6Hyv7LQclCRQwJ6Au2s_e5P5Hqp3Isn4bezM3QKvwws0/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6reAdi7KKM4gLcvmeMEdDXsE-Q_K8MWmvWayQ2uJ62Cy2brvk1M8s3GVaQDgYpqeOIAeJKkpQs9h-b1c2KSt6ovZMocQYRUH6Hyv7LQclCRQwJ6Au2s_e5P5Hqp3Isn4bezM3QKvwws0/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536862178182437730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />No. No typo.<br />The <span style="font-style: italic;">a</span> is meant to be there.<br />(the word is originated from typo though)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3izSZdj_Hxu4RtoK7hPPDp-9eVVcYW3mfCBcw1V5ibGBCmdtUCbzmL1Y57WBgYPaeNnwvclVUtTP7kZDRBorSzmkRU8R_m3XoeMeJM-8jzfYl6pFFpvVBI0fdQ2wvSXg9JJ0ij5V33nQ/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3izSZdj_Hxu4RtoK7hPPDp-9eVVcYW3mfCBcw1V5ibGBCmdtUCbzmL1Y57WBgYPaeNnwvclVUtTP7kZDRBorSzmkRU8R_m3XoeMeJM-8jzfYl6pFFpvVBI0fdQ2wvSXg9JJ0ij5V33nQ/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536862179546857330" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghoC3OyOhdDHy6FPFbubfFOkF4OXCZIwhIWjlgCIkxE7vf0Aa66lySIhhjxRH41G_fwfVeD8Vgw79pcjUdwBCYv2xGe90xoa-d2FWxpd6w6jm0IlI6ko_OHDc-ijZo477baIsMWVO5z_I/s1600/4.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78GontVsOh0gz43m3y6H18vmtrBXZnFA1Dc39i3G52OopyiegYLQ2CBOStCw2TrS-fg8GiZTrIDsLjaqsC4bNiQ21sa3Xneimxq6_GG7QM4vVUv-ne7ZO2Xfnzioe9p3s3MGJtgupLe8/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78GontVsOh0gz43m3y6H18vmtrBXZnFA1Dc39i3G52OopyiegYLQ2CBOStCw2TrS-fg8GiZTrIDsLjaqsC4bNiQ21sa3Xneimxq6_GG7QM4vVUv-ne7ZO2Xfnzioe9p3s3MGJtgupLe8/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536861602450316882" border="0" /></a>*nanana are you scrolling up and down trying to match the mouths with the eyes??*<br /><br />Somehow I wished that it could be a 4-people-outing.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9NtjvZKEWKbtpdbicksVjUBxnIZycK4ml1z0xdY9fSeQwSxtuQ9xmFICVbgfPUbl-8Q5LACvSaUkm2VHJFNJNG5gtwWMr6lOirRmL2BzReekhU4oiydujXwOdD67vrjG7YQcHPyV9840/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9NtjvZKEWKbtpdbicksVjUBxnIZycK4ml1z0xdY9fSeQwSxtuQ9xmFICVbgfPUbl-8Q5LACvSaUkm2VHJFNJNG5gtwWMr6lOirRmL2BzReekhU4oiydujXwOdD67vrjG7YQcHPyV9840/s640/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536861573642500434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwM-Bw24-7c7SLfaZ9aqo98XrnW4YT_e9aiB2EU4tRO5oVzozPT8k3QNq9q1rbO5jKD1jTNhTlO4H9NXyefFOkNMlTjPWL-GVYP4peCfcp9z1k3fEfkVGHYiTPTbSXjy_GMxCr2jKmJQY/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwM-Bw24-7c7SLfaZ9aqo98XrnW4YT_e9aiB2EU4tRO5oVzozPT8k3QNq9q1rbO5jKD1jTNhTlO4H9NXyefFOkNMlTjPWL-GVYP4peCfcp9z1k3fEfkVGHYiTPTbSXjy_GMxCr2jKmJQY/s640/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536861583532004946" border="0" /></a>Okay regardless from what angle Mei Yi tried to shoot and what position I attempted to shift,<br />our kawan would be in the picture.<br />Alright I understand. All he wants in his life is to have a picture taken with me.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3_zucuyjR1Qtm8eEmRtuXCLzTJQpnJNO59k6OXQkrQBenyRjFpWWh6nAHMRSYs2OOEAtXxTGg7KHlt26znqSs9H0OP7VLfMRuqhhsu1_A01YekCnCxpRIpd_TU8t3GdhfbqJ79eLZCzo/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3_zucuyjR1Qtm8eEmRtuXCLzTJQpnJNO59k6OXQkrQBenyRjFpWWh6nAHMRSYs2OOEAtXxTGg7KHlt26znqSs9H0OP7VLfMRuqhhsu1_A01YekCnCxpRIpd_TU8t3GdhfbqJ79eLZCzo/s640/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536861590909296962" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6reAdi7KKM4gLcvmeMEdDXsE-Q_K8MWmvWayQ2uJ62Cy2brvk1M8s3GVaQDgYpqeOIAeJKkpQs9h-b1c2KSt6ovZMocQYRUH6Hyv7LQclCRQwJ6Au2s_e5P5Hqp3Isn4bezM3QKvwws0/s1600/6.jpg"><br /><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5z3xPV3P3msWMC0LwDNo5dLVgcpXSc9QgCeSs8A2-5NbWwyAs3Ou66KymOijYsf0FqvY01pk5zLYrFZT28t0DK5AiRC6XLaglWrWM5cOJWLrqB3HJCv5gI8jbLok1vvTCOD19upsKP1g/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5z3xPV3P3msWMC0LwDNo5dLVgcpXSc9QgCeSs8A2-5NbWwyAs3Ou66KymOijYsf0FqvY01pk5zLYrFZT28t0DK5AiRC6XLaglWrWM5cOJWLrqB3HJCv5gI8jbLok1vvTCOD19upsKP1g/s640/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536862187018212066" border="0" /><br /><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNl56pzT0r8PLmF3dRWGPAIbUZiHyBXcaQuEOsnKwhj17GNCi-6n_HI5vBt8EKo424Zbdcs9tUh1CPUJiWOnKHD1EAwood-u7pFJGdwH-WTM9k9D7S6BHgRaz4AFb3MA_oAgKaDgsyzMw/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNl56pzT0r8PLmF3dRWGPAIbUZiHyBXcaQuEOsnKwhj17GNCi-6n_HI5vBt8EKo424Zbdcs9tUh1CPUJiWOnKHD1EAwood-u7pFJGdwH-WTM9k9D7S6BHgRaz4AFb3MA_oAgKaDgsyzMw/s640/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536862190275205890" border="0" /></a><br />Yo my baybee's daddy,<br />I hereby command you to appear before me as soon as possible.<br />Seriously,<br />what takes you so long?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-57647991753893389912010-11-01T23:19:00.005+08:002010-11-01T23:43:13.015+08:00the person who gave birth to me was given birth on this day in the history!!You know who she is.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pUPRDESwDY8?hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pUPRDESwDY8?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />okay basically this is some last minute work.<br /><br />I was playing Godfinger when I saw my sister, accompanied by a pile of decades old albums, scanning some old pictures.<br /><br />She told me that it was mom's birthday and she needed to do something.<br />Erm.... her mom is my mom, of course.<br />So... as in...<br />By right, I need to do something too... right?<br /><br />While I was still thinking of what should I do, she asked me why couldn't she put the scanned pictures onto Picasa.<br /><br />Of course.<br /><br />She saved all the pictures in PDF form, which could only opened by the Adobe Reader.<br /><br />She then painstakingly rescanned all the pictures again.<br /><br />That was when I thought that... Hey...perhaps I could give her a hand.<br /><br />So that's it.<br />This video.<br /><br />Compiled by my sister.<br />Edited by mua.<br /><br />We can be quite awesome la.<br /><br />Maybe I should thank the person who gave birth to the person who gave birth to me because without her, I wouldn't had been given birth and wouldn't be able to lead such wonderful life.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876075468890124635.post-76836782677285503472010-10-27T20:26:00.010+08:002010-10-27T22:09:18.214+08:00Hachiko's invasionI just watched Hachiko: The Dog's Story last night despite that it has been released for over a year.<br /><br />I can't get over it.<br /><br />Whenever my mind is not occupied (eg peeing/driving),<br />those scenes in Hachiko's would flash through.<br /><br />How Hachiko was lost in the train station.<br />How Hachiko was picked by the professor.<br />How Hachiko was trained.<br />How Hachiko tried to sneak out just to send its owner off.<br />How Hachiko sit handsomely while bearing the hope of the master's return - which never realised.<br />How Hachiko pictured the master's return at the last moment.<br /><br />Okay la I felt better when the dog's wish was fulfilled by its own imagination but... it was not real.<br /><br />It never happened.<br /><br />Then I started to blame the producer of the show:<br />Why couldn't Professor Parker ala Richard Gere the dog's master die at home?<br />Hachiko wouldn't have to bear the expectation of the owner's return that way.<br /><br />The idea that the dog was waiting for something which would never come, shattered my heart.<br />Whenever I think of the scenes,<br />my tears welled up and with a blink of eyes,<br />they would roll down.<br /><br />My brother just sent me the scores of Hachiko's theme song,<br />and I couldn't complete the song,<br />my vision was blurred with tears.<br /><br />And I can't help but to relate Hachiko to Carpy.<br /><br />Every dog would wait for its owner's return.<br />I would never be alone notwithstanding that I return at four in the morning,<br />Carpy would be lying at the doorstep, waiting for me.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrbbdpmbBHJ37ZhNiWhdchV5defJysFXRJ9yYq-iMgzjJ-jPiWLEfZtt6E0L5zm6okUj4HL4hBesRf2e8fBENvN7cOHsYVRzyz364GuYNWwdS_7k6LpLSbXb5TbAagur6og9iWrcI3-k/s1600/IMG_4707+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrbbdpmbBHJ37ZhNiWhdchV5defJysFXRJ9yYq-iMgzjJ-jPiWLEfZtt6E0L5zm6okUj4HL4hBesRf2e8fBENvN7cOHsYVRzyz364GuYNWwdS_7k6LpLSbXb5TbAagur6og9iWrcI3-k/s640/IMG_4707+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532723865152938594" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Whenever the gate opened,<br />the sleeping Carpy would spring up,<br />and welcome the return of it's owner with waving tails.<br /><br />What if...<br /><br />I went out and never returned?<br />(choi!!)<br /><br />Okay,<br />now the sadder part.<br /><br />What if...<br /><br />I come back and what awaits me is darkness and silence?<br /><br />I shared this idea with April and she comforted me that my grandma would be waiting for me,<br />which,<br />led me to a worse idea.<br />I don't even want to go to that part.<br /><br />It will happen, subsequently.<br /><br />I think this is the best moment in my life but I know that I will not be in this situation for life.<br />Things will change.<br /><br />If I were given a chance to choose,<br />I think I would choose to be the one who bear the sadness.<br /><br />All of the sudden, I feel so reluctant to grow.<br />I hate the idea that I would be torn apart with my loved ones.<br /><br />p/s: writing helps. I'm feeling better now.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546420044152357128noreply@blogger.com3