<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369</id><updated>2012-01-13T14:56:02.763+08:00</updated><category term='fwJL facts'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='good stuff'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='trips'/><category term='movies'/><category term='rage'/><category term='books'/><category term='random'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='red letter day'/><category term='nature'/><category term='projects'/><category term='functions'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='school'/><category term='rantings'/><category term='for the soul'/><category term='hair'/><category term='experiences'/><category term='camps'/><category term='weirdsomeness'/><category term='cooking attempts'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='just my 2 cents'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='tutorials'/><category term='food'/><category term='sales'/><category term='facts'/><category term='family'/><category term='emo'/><category term='pets'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='LMAO stuff'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>║BeautyZealot ║</title><subtitle type='html'>anything, everything and occasionally nothing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-8986495067304417707</id><published>2012-01-13T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:56:02.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Who's an ang moh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cinzhe98JBg/Tw_TFc8zQSI/AAAAAAAAC4E/QhBbP-A-Opo/s1600/Durian+Sebatang-20120112-00473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cinzhe98JBg/Tw_TFc8zQSI/AAAAAAAAC4E/QhBbP-A-Opo/s640/Durian+Sebatang-20120112-00473.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely not you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time, it's not a prank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things to do before you're old and ugly (or dead) :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Dye my hair red &amp;nbsp;[check!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-8986495067304417707?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/8986495067304417707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=8986495067304417707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8986495067304417707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8986495067304417707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2012/01/whos-ang-moh.html' title='Who&apos;s an ang moh?'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cinzhe98JBg/Tw_TFc8zQSI/AAAAAAAAC4E/QhBbP-A-Opo/s72-c/Durian+Sebatang-20120112-00473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-8724370201100191694</id><published>2012-01-07T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T02:04:28.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Was looking through my pictures from last December....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzpNjRb9RFA/Twc3eYwZloI/AAAAAAAAC30/vXT9Wjw9plI/s1600/164513_1789003248473_1341335075_31992535_8000456_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzpNjRb9RFA/Twc3eYwZloI/AAAAAAAAC30/vXT9Wjw9plI/s640/164513_1789003248473_1341335075_31992535_8000456_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I missed shooting so much :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-8724370201100191694?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/8724370201100191694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=8724370201100191694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8724370201100191694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8724370201100191694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2012/01/was-looking-through-my-pictures-from.html' title='Was looking through my pictures from last December....'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzpNjRb9RFA/Twc3eYwZloI/AAAAAAAAC30/vXT9Wjw9plI/s72-c/164513_1789003248473_1341335075_31992535_8000456_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-5896607202827286866</id><published>2012-01-04T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:15:28.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>This is NOT a cliché 2011 post</title><content type='html'>14 days till school reopens, i have a new crib, life is gonna be schweeeeet this coming semester! Except the fact that instead of the 1 or 2 days per week for classes which i heard from my friends, i'm having freaking 4 (FOUR) days per week for classes :( And not just classes, but for Moral and Malaysian Studies. Pffft right but what to do, unlike how i thought college classes would be, Sunway (or maybe just the Lancaster programme) don't allow us to arrange our subjects or classes ourselves, and instead we're given a timetable of everything and are supposed to follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sooooooooo many plans for the next semester when i thought it's gonna be 1 or 2 days per week for classes only. For example, work..... and party..... and..... party. NO LAH do you think i'm some kinda party animal i hope you don't cos what i'm really thinking is a whole 2 months of mental oasis or something.. Was thinking of taking an extra subject or two so that i don't waste time being there for the whole 2 months. We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweeted about finding a new room, and am kind of (SUPER) excited to move in! Why, i have no idea but i'm gonna be having a room to myself! Well it's not that i don't like a roommate, but it's much more convenient having the room to yourself. Like, you don't have to be considerate and use headphones or change whenever you like or walk around the room bottomless.... Cos some people are uncomfortable with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway, it's a new year, so.... new year resolution? Nahh i stopped that shit a long time ago because i've never achieved any before. Am not gonna do the cliché 2011 post about how great or how bad 2011 has been to me, cos honestly i feel like it's kind of so-so? Or maybe i'm an emotionless person like that. But i have been receiving comments i'm sensitive T_________________T The WORST comment that can make me depressed for a week wtf cos i used to despise sensitive people :(((((( &amp;nbsp;I have split personalities *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly i think i MIGHT have evolved into a different person, i don't know? Into an entirely new different person i don't think i like ; melodramatic, excessive over-thinking, emotional... &amp;nbsp;Just a few weeks ago i had this ride on the emotions roller coaster, and when i said roller coaster, i really meant it like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dgzg4OuVQuo/TwMaVNCP5aI/AAAAAAAAC3I/xgeK5slh0IY/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dgzg4OuVQuo/TwMaVNCP5aI/AAAAAAAAC3I/xgeK5slh0IY/s400/images+%25281%2529.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roller coaster. Figuratively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was literally happy like i was about to fly in the clouds one day, crying over a skype video call the next day, went so depressed the day after that i did weeding for the entire house non-stop (i should get depressed more often hmmmm) -&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt; not to mention i hardly spoke to my family members that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and then i went back to being a little above normal (not quite happy yet) the day after, and then back to being a constant line again. And now i'm being mini-depressed and hence the wordy post. Is this still considered as sane? Cos looking back, i felt totally foolish to feel that way back then. I always thought i was a mean, stone-cold-hearted person. Where did that person go? Hmph.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And i&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; will &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;have a healthier diet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;SO, FRIENDS STOP LURING ME TO SUPPER THANKYOUVERYMUCH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few stuff i should keep in mind, but not a resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-1xApGxDd0/TwMoXRa0tUI/AAAAAAAAC3U/7IcWR7dypc4/s1600/378435_245387038863492_114982095237321_611839_603772776_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-1xApGxDd0/TwMoXRa0tUI/AAAAAAAAC3U/7IcWR7dypc4/s320/378435_245387038863492_114982095237321_611839_603772776_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ei1oNqXWza0/TwMoYZxiEuI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/-xzd3dXlj0s/s1600/387586_245359258866270_114982095237321_611774_591672993_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ei1oNqXWza0/TwMoYZxiEuI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/-xzd3dXlj0s/s320/387586_245359258866270_114982095237321_611774_591672993_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay not every day maybe most of the days cos i have assignments and exams to be lifeless for :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Br0hkFuuhGE/TwMoZWKy90I/AAAAAAAAC3k/JXQL3OQDGME/s1600/390498_245560048846191_114982095237321_612305_1318673209_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Br0hkFuuhGE/TwMoZWKy90I/AAAAAAAAC3k/JXQL3OQDGME/s320/390498_245560048846191_114982095237321_612305_1318673209_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I soooooooooo wanted to post this on fb but i have lots of nosy people on my list. Bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opS-UWUAU_k/TwMoamshBYI/AAAAAAAAC3o/knP3LESf-bM/s1600/394409_245540002181529_114982095237321_612213_1093684648_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opS-UWUAU_k/TwMoamshBYI/AAAAAAAAC3o/knP3LESf-bM/s320/394409_245540002181529_114982095237321_612213_1093684648_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop splurging unnecessarily wtf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom literally begged me to stop buying shoes cos it's starting to turn into an addiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end, this did partially turn into a&amp;nbsp;cliché 2011 post. Sorry guys :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-5896607202827286866?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/5896607202827286866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=5896607202827286866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5896607202827286866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5896607202827286866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-not-cliche-2011-post.html' title='This is NOT a cliché 2011 post'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dgzg4OuVQuo/TwMaVNCP5aI/AAAAAAAAC3I/xgeK5slh0IY/s72-c/images+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-8703886497760436507</id><published>2011-12-31T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:01:59.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Stuff that makes you survive college</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nvAyxuWM0t4/Tv3N9mB6mMI/AAAAAAAACzM/4ei7oOtixTY/s1600/SDC18203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nvAyxuWM0t4/Tv3N9mB6mMI/AAAAAAAACzM/4ei7oOtixTY/s640/SDC18203.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eerie view from your unit on rainy days to neutralize breathtaking views like this :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym8mKSgcWH4/Tv3e2hd75NI/AAAAAAAAC2w/JevKABBDa-g/s1600/SDC18249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym8mKSgcWH4/Tv3e2hd75NI/AAAAAAAAC2w/JevKABBDa-g/s640/SDC18249.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cePeisA4Iow/Tv3OQpcNJFI/AAAAAAAACzU/iTUZ_p5PfRc/s1600/SDC18257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cePeisA4Iow/Tv3OQpcNJFI/AAAAAAAACzU/iTUZ_p5PfRc/s640/SDC18257.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Friends who sends good luck cakes to you on the eves of exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbejS5bopBc/Tv3PeBksqaI/AAAAAAAACz0/Bdo26LSWO_s/s1600/SDC18274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbejS5bopBc/Tv3PeBksqaI/AAAAAAAACz0/Bdo26LSWO_s/s640/SDC18274.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little sweet something from Marks &amp;amp; Spencer to cheer you up at random times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(No, i'm not dealing with stress or depression if that's what you're thinking) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Am3NVEThS0E/Tv3PvegkEhI/AAAAAAAACz8/K1h5-NLPvQE/s1600/SDC18276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Am3NVEThS0E/Tv3PvegkEhI/AAAAAAAACz8/K1h5-NLPvQE/s640/SDC18276.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A messy table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc9H7mV5qAA/Tv3OjIk7W-I/AAAAAAAACzc/7L0ripFVxjE/s1600/SDC18258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc9H7mV5qAA/Tv3OjIk7W-I/AAAAAAAACzc/7L0ripFVxjE/s640/SDC18258.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Awesome purchases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g854xnkou1I/Tv3QsYNJy0I/AAAAAAAAC0U/8Zfmu4nkmNU/s1600/SDC18263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g854xnkou1I/Tv3QsYNJy0I/AAAAAAAAC0U/8Zfmu4nkmNU/s640/SDC18263.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15 tubes of hand cream to last you a life time even after giving a few to your mom and sistah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jJrB6kreYds/Tv3aNTQtRfI/AAAAAAAAC2E/cA-nPEgF5Nc/s1600/Puchong-20111120-00111.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jJrB6kreYds/Tv3aNTQtRfI/AAAAAAAAC2E/cA-nPEgF5Nc/s320/Puchong-20111120-00111.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Early bird freebies (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Or any freebies in general cos i'm cheap like that)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FueisRhWntY/Tv3TXCKJkUI/AAAAAAAAC0s/n3TfIlRUIlw/s1600/SDC18290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FueisRhWntY/Tv3TXCKJkUI/AAAAAAAAC0s/n3TfIlRUIlw/s640/SDC18290.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waking up one day and turning into a tea freak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T6Sfi07G73U/Tv3TnBWwlFI/AAAAAAAAC00/DXLn6tD-2Ik/s1600/SDC18286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T6Sfi07G73U/Tv3TnBWwlFI/AAAAAAAAC00/DXLn6tD-2Ik/s640/SDC18286.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mirror.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a window on the 23rd floor so that you can hear the light buzzing of the traffic late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BK031X8lUQ/Tv3YUFPYppI/AAAAAAAAC08/X9WsJmW5bpE/s1600/166951_10150448459930127_768325126_10337301_549024678_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BK031X8lUQ/Tv3YUFPYppI/AAAAAAAAC08/X9WsJmW5bpE/s640/166951_10150448459930127_768325126_10337301_549024678_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bunch of mates (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cTLVBmygNuo/Tv3YpU5KmyI/AAAAAAAAC1E/aPLYctBRU3g/s1600/Damansara-20111122-00118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cTLVBmygNuo/Tv3YpU5KmyI/AAAAAAAAC1E/aPLYctBRU3g/s640/Damansara-20111122-00118.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends to lure you to utilise the canopy walk to its fullest and hence the empty wallet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDrsQoYG4TM/Tv3YtSeVmcI/AAAAAAAAC1M/e_nJUqGu0bM/s1600/Damansara-20111205-00244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDrsQoYG4TM/Tv3YtSeVmcI/AAAAAAAAC1M/e_nJUqGu0bM/s640/Damansara-20111205-00244.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cheese naan (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c3Me_0v8MrQ/Tv3YzXOj59I/AAAAAAAAC1U/mG3cbiIDMUg/s1600/Durian+Sebatang-20111203-00230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c3Me_0v8MrQ/Tv3YzXOj59I/AAAAAAAAC1U/mG3cbiIDMUg/s640/Durian+Sebatang-20111203-00230.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Body lotion which smells so good you feel like chewing your own hands off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_5vagLaU9sc/Tv3Z1E-1ZZI/AAAAAAAAC1s/6M90gUkaA8Q/s1600/Durian+Sebatang-20111203-00235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_5vagLaU9sc/Tv3Z1E-1ZZI/AAAAAAAAC1s/6M90gUkaA8Q/s640/Durian+Sebatang-20111203-00235.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Whatsapp.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that you can send your friend a picture of your sad-because-i-need-to-study face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i52dNVZLnMU/Tv3aIFPxn5I/AAAAAAAAC18/uhqJPLsTqeo/s1600/Damansara-20111119-00100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i52dNVZLnMU/Tv3aIFPxn5I/AAAAAAAAC18/uhqJPLsTqeo/s640/Damansara-20111119-00100.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Friends who steal your phone during lectures and take pictures of themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jan_h1ZfEEc/Tv3aZi58KgI/AAAAAAAAC2M/E9Klb9qifyw/s1600/IMG-20111205-00245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jan_h1ZfEEc/Tv3aZi58KgI/AAAAAAAAC2M/E9Klb9qifyw/s640/IMG-20111205-00245.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ramen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's not all but i'm lazy (stale news).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To great college years ahead ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-8703886497760436507?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/8703886497760436507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=8703886497760436507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8703886497760436507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8703886497760436507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/12/stuff-that-makes-you-survive-college.html' title='Stuff that makes you survive college'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nvAyxuWM0t4/Tv3N9mB6mMI/AAAAAAAACzM/4ei7oOtixTY/s72-c/SDC18203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-3239379546317056039</id><published>2011-12-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T23:05:35.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Back to basics</title><content type='html'>So.... I just came back from a trip to Ipoh yesterday ( i can't remember when was the last time i spent a good time there already!!). I even forgot how much i loved that place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the trip's main purpose was to distribute my sister's Chinese wedding dinner's invites to some of the relatives there.. Pre-trip, i used to think what are postages for. Post-trip, personally delivering the invites isn't such a bad idea after all. Nowadays, we rely too much on technologies and services provided that we hardly see our relatives anymore. I mean, i can't even recognise half of the people i saw yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talking, picturessss!! I have no idea why i took so many pictures, most prolly to compensate the lack of photography enthusiasm when i entered my degree. First and foremost i have to apologise for the difference in quality cos they are all from different sources ; my BB, my mom's Ace, my digicam, my bro's dslr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo3J0XPYqNA/Tu1vhu1neiI/AAAAAAAACoQ/BGmD6FDYtcA/s1600/2011-12-17+13.36.30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo3J0XPYqNA/Tu1vhu1neiI/AAAAAAAACoQ/BGmD6FDYtcA/s640/2011-12-17+13.36.30.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's my gramma holding a picture of her old home (obviously my idea lol) with my grampa before they moved to TI, somewhere in Ipoh near the hills. I only know the Hakka version of the name, which is "Sak Lung Kok". Seeing the picture my granduncle took, i can sense the nostalgia my gramma, dad, and aunt were feeling at that time, and i guess that kinda made me feel so fortunate we're able to take pictures as we like now to preserve memories of stuff we would like to preserve.. A little too fortunate, i would say :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ti06RUYAx0g/Tu1vQklHk0I/AAAAAAAACoI/iocqih9Vrtg/s1600/2011-12-17+13.33.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ti06RUYAx0g/Tu1vQklHk0I/AAAAAAAACoI/iocqih9Vrtg/s640/2011-12-17+13.33.00.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's the village my dad grew up in :) I almost wished that i could live in that place!! It seems so serene, so untouched, so peaceful... Well, given the condition that i grew up without electricity and the technology we have today, i can definitely live in that place since i'm gonna be used to it. This is a 50 yo picture by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2vp0zLfq1A/Tu1zsShnlPI/AAAAAAAACpw/N6QcZy6vHKw/s1600/IMG-20111217-00332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2vp0zLfq1A/Tu1zsShnlPI/AAAAAAAACpw/N6QcZy6vHKw/s640/IMG-20111217-00332.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is how it looks like now. Why oh why the limestone mountains whyyyy T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72Z5OEa2xpY/Tu2uxNlweFI/AAAAAAAACtA/orY0LdM0avw/s1600/DSCF2181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72Z5OEa2xpY/Tu2uxNlweFI/AAAAAAAACtA/orY0LdM0avw/s640/DSCF2181.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJL6TIUXVtk/Tu1zziC_0-I/AAAAAAAACp4/nxLuC_0d1gw/s1600/Sungai+Raya-20111217-00334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJL6TIUXVtk/Tu1zziC_0-I/AAAAAAAACp4/nxLuC_0d1gw/s640/Sungai+Raya-20111217-00334.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dad felt so nostalgic he made a trip to the place afterwards. I wanted to take a picture of all 3 of them taking pictures but ayy my dad was too quick. Somehow the whole family got into picture-taking mood and everyone just whips out their camera/ phones to take pictures whenever, wherever (especially my dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yc-0UZWdd8g/Tu2MtwYFTiI/AAAAAAAACsI/gMXPQG1d5XI/s1600/SDC18691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yc-0UZWdd8g/Tu2MtwYFTiI/AAAAAAAACsI/gMXPQG1d5XI/s640/SDC18691.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And that explains why i get random shots of myself like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_sihL_1TqA/Tu13Z1_fXlI/AAAAAAAACq4/mPoUbw_uHR0/s1600/SDC18620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_sihL_1TqA/Tu13Z1_fXlI/AAAAAAAACq4/mPoUbw_uHR0/s640/SDC18620.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this. There's a not-so-funny-but-i-wanna-tell-anyway story to this picture. I was driving with one hand, and my dad wanted to take a photo of me and he went "Eh two hands!". So yeah that explains the awkward position i had in the picture driving them to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the pictures are not in sequences. Am lazy to arrange my story in order lah hahahahaha (am currently whatsapp-ing with kshyen about laziness too! Talk about coincidence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see something cute in the midst of the land mining shit going on at my dad's old village?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ha9qxvRTRno/Tu104N7AZRI/AAAAAAAACqQ/nAFCWQav6J8/s1600/DSCF2184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ha9qxvRTRno/Tu104N7AZRI/AAAAAAAACqQ/nAFCWQav6J8/s640/DSCF2184.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dad's childhood play mate whom he accidentally met there told my bro (before knowing he's my dad's son) that there's a pig farm somewhere on top... Must be thinking we're some kinda city people never seen pigs before....... *slowly turns my head to the side out of embarassment cos i've never seen one before*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so as we reached the pig farm these two little piglets came out and greet us wtf so cute i vowed to myself never to eat those roasted piglets at restaurants anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j8VM51GLLoQ/Tu2vKvSRj5I/AAAAAAAACtQ/dhKIGkiev6k/s1600/DSCF2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j8VM51GLLoQ/Tu2vKvSRj5I/AAAAAAAACtQ/dhKIGkiev6k/s640/DSCF2191.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at the nose... The little tails... I would've taken one and smuggled into my bag if my bag wasn't white and they won't grow into.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXbB0l4D2Vw/Tu16qkGcVmI/AAAAAAAACro/9uEl05UA8vY/s1600/Sungai+Raya-20111217-00346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXbB0l4D2Vw/Tu16qkGcVmI/AAAAAAAACro/9uEl05UA8vY/s640/Sungai+Raya-20111217-00346.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if you can see it or not, but it's a freaking HUGE AND &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAIRY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; pig!! (did i stress on the word hairy enough) At first i thought the farm was like multi-animal type they keep a bull here but as i inched closer to the gate it was clearer and clearer that it was a freaking PIG, i tell you!! I would've went closer and took a better shot but i was so scared cos it looked so big and strong that the little gate could fly open any second and that big piece of pork would devour me cos it can smell the amount of pork i had over the years so yeah ummmm moving on to the smaller harmless-ish pink ones... and a little brown ones too........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp-Z1cvjPZA/Tu3PMyzoHFI/AAAAAAAACvQ/NbfOgplm3Jo/s1600/DSCF2185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp-Z1cvjPZA/Tu3PMyzoHFI/AAAAAAAACvQ/NbfOgplm3Jo/s640/DSCF2185.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know you're very depressed cos you're eating all these cute little creatures let me show you a freaking funny picture confirm you laugh your ass off, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ob4BjJtsyIc/Tu3ObzRKQcI/AAAAAAAACvI/S0b5siwCydw/s1600/DSCF2187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ob4BjJtsyIc/Tu3ObzRKQcI/AAAAAAAACvI/S0b5siwCydw/s640/DSCF2187.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hahahahahahahahahaha you laughing or not???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of pictures of pigs these should be enough to make you not wanna eat pigs temporarily (or forever hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that morning we had breakfast in this AWESOME place, i check-in at fb to tell everyone this is far far far better than Old Town Ipoh White Coffee. Much better concept too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcXajJ5QE9Q/Tu1wrRfNV1I/AAAAAAAACoY/Z3JcQxRU8pA/s1600/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcXajJ5QE9Q/Tu1wrRfNV1I/AAAAAAAACoY/Z3JcQxRU8pA/s640/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00303.jpg" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LO AND BEHOLD, Lim Ko Pi!! Prices are freaking reasonable and food is freaking good i can freaking gobble up so much food look at my gluttonous face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally okay i had 2 pieces of this awesome charcoal toasted bread smeared with butter and eggs on top, and a bowl of dry curry noodles. Which is not my typical kinda breakfast cos i'm always a light breakfast person. A piece of bread, coffee/milo/a drink kau tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNYG3WVf-bY/Tu2bSLL25pI/AAAAAAAACsQ/SoU114IFACo/s1600/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNYG3WVf-bY/Tu2bSLL25pI/AAAAAAAACsQ/SoU114IFACo/s640/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00300.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were some issues with fried wan tans and my aunty and the dumb waiter and a little mistake in the bill but i'll overlook that cos the food was&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; :) You can double-confirm that from my gluttonous face devouring food (not to forget my bro's too hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSHh3k0_b2c/Tu2xJitGS-I/AAAAAAAACuI/snTMw-E-fXY/s1600/SDC18639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSHh3k0_b2c/Tu2xJitGS-I/AAAAAAAACuI/snTMw-E-fXY/s640/SDC18639.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we went to this cave where we planned to bring my sister's in-laws and awed ourselves to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyoVwYQUedI/Tu1w2RfAJ6I/AAAAAAAACoo/dCcjwMsZBJY/s1600/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyoVwYQUedI/Tu1w2RfAJ6I/AAAAAAAACoo/dCcjwMsZBJY/s640/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00314.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This should be the name of the cave since it's the only board erected with chinese wordings on it. Sorry, no translation cos i can't read this shit. Shouldn't be so proud of this cos Ton was laughing at me for not being able to read Chinese when i'm a Chinese T_____T So ummm all you Chinese people out there you'd better take your grandparents' advice and go study Chinese, make them prouuuuuud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. This cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iwfb570GqVg/Tu1w-JltzQI/AAAAAAAACow/6WD_glBYCYs/s1600/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iwfb570GqVg/Tu1w-JltzQI/AAAAAAAACow/6WD_glBYCYs/s640/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00317.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Has a growing stone or some sort somewhere. Apparently this stone grows..... But i thought all stones grow? Maybe this one at a faster rate than usual hmmm cos my cousin said when she was little (she's still little btw ; 12 yo) it didn't look like this. I suspect they change the stones every year or something to make people come and see the stone but since they don't charge entrance fees i don't see the purpose of them doing this. Hmmmm a case to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0G1507a_vI/Tu1w0l7rcwI/AAAAAAAACog/OxH7aAH_yKo/s1600/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0G1507a_vI/Tu1w0l7rcwI/AAAAAAAACog/OxH7aAH_yKo/s640/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00312.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have the prettiest gramma on Earth. You jelly?&lt;br /&gt;(Okay actually the main purpose i took the picture from a weird position was to capture the hole at the top of the picture cos i find it amusing and i want my gramma in it lah can or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--QeUl7VnJfk/Tu1xGAQYjwI/AAAAAAAACo4/9128OhMV4lo/s1600/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--QeUl7VnJfk/Tu1xGAQYjwI/AAAAAAAACo4/9128OhMV4lo/s640/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00319.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The inner part of the cave with me in the middle, glowing like nobody's business for some weird reasons.. If you ignore the glowing me and squint your eyes you can see a lot of old man with newspapers at the back hahahaha according to my cousin a lot of old people come here to pass time.. Which is not such a bad idea since it was sooooo cooling n the cave and the place was so serene and beautiful.. Cos beyond the cave filled with stalagtites, is a secret garden with elves and dwarfs, kept secret from the rest of the world......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wN0msLIrN9c/Tu1zmG6rDEI/AAAAAAAACpo/6MNVZD0MkIs/s1600/IMG-20111217-00321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wN0msLIrN9c/Tu1zmG6rDEI/AAAAAAAACpo/6MNVZD0MkIs/s640/IMG-20111217-00321.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Or just a well kept garden with a pond in the middle and awesome trees and lush greeneries surrounding it. Along with the noise pollution of a stone factory somewhere (the ONLY downside to this place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aTj7auDg4s/Tu10IGV-H1I/AAAAAAAACqI/TJgJYITsmnA/s1600/Sungai+Terap-20111217-00325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aTj7auDg4s/Tu10IGV-H1I/AAAAAAAACqI/TJgJYITsmnA/s640/Sungai+Terap-20111217-00325.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Or a temple where Shaolin monks practice their kung fu every morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which turns out to be a toilet when your gramma wants to go to a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UozidSVWS1g/Tu1x7KuYkDI/AAAAAAAACpg/MEbenx957wg/s1600/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UozidSVWS1g/Tu1x7KuYkDI/AAAAAAAACpg/MEbenx957wg/s640/Hulu+Kinta-20111217-00327.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With a mirror outside the door so people can take a picture of themselves while waiting for their grandparents to take a leak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on the way back home (or more like Kampar cos we were planning to have dinner there since Zhi sent us a map of the awesome food in Kampar) we stopped by one of the many durian stalls by the road side.. and brought back 13 biji durians back with us :D We ate one there and it was literally mouthgasm!!! Asked my bro to take a picture of us eating at the stall macam village people but he wouldn't cos he was so pissed at the smell or at the world i can't differentiate the emotions anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The thing is, for the 3 months i was in KL i forgot how much i loved nature.. And KL is seriously lacking of these beautiful places, even though they do have planted trees around but merely as a landscape nothing more nothing less. Maybe i should've accepted the offer from UNIMAS to go to Sarawak then i can jungle trek every chance i get hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i took like literally a whole day to write this post cos the photo uploader was acting up, like some of the photos i uploaded were like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9of0EJlnXj8/Tu2w94tFUJI/AAAAAAAACuA/FHHVEXxaeYo/s1600/SDC18635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9of0EJlnXj8/Tu2w94tFUJI/AAAAAAAACuA/FHHVEXxaeYo/s320/SDC18635.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And i can't view them, etc. etc. And then i paused for dinner and paused for so many stuff, and i finally finish this post at night :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and i deliberately ignore the period between my last post and this one cos i'm tired of saying that for the gazillionth time already. 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Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because i have been busy stuffing myself with food. Hmm not to mention i'm a little inactive on facebook as well. BUT FEAR NOT, for i am kinda frequent-ish at Twitter so if you're dying to know how am i doing but is so kiam siap to text or call me to ask how am i doing, follow me on Twitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're following me on facebook you would already know about&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/thechocolatecreamchip?ref=ts"&gt;MY AWESOME FRIEND'S PROJECT&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in making teeny weeny small little stuff. Sigh. One can only wish to be as tedious as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCCw2Wpdc-g/TmTmhaY6BtI/AAAAAAAACmo/IGiF6Nr6Pdc/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCCw2Wpdc-g/TmTmhaY6BtI/AAAAAAAACmo/IGiF6Nr6Pdc/s640/003.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lucky for me, i get to share some of her loooooove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ai6vAVr788I/TmTnqNPIzzI/AAAAAAAACms/Da80LpmtCfs/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ai6vAVr788I/TmTnqNPIzzI/AAAAAAAACms/Da80LpmtCfs/s640/005.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wrapped so kawaii-ly in a muffin box some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah actually i was the one that tak tahu malu and demanded for one thing on her wall cos too cute already wtf. Then she was so generous to give me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTVu0xoq3DQ/TmTofbPfKDI/AAAAAAAACmw/SDTKqu2evXQ/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTVu0xoq3DQ/TmTofbPfKDI/AAAAAAAACmw/SDTKqu2evXQ/s640/008.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!! Jealous or not i ask you. *evil laugh that fades into the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initialised some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MAJ6jq3Uaw/TmTpHq_pA-I/AAAAAAAACm0/MCgfdZOHYHk/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MAJ6jq3Uaw/TmTpHq_pA-I/AAAAAAAACm0/MCgfdZOHYHk/s640/009.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So that no one will dare to steal them from me mwahahahahahaha suck on that you cute-stuff thieves!&lt;br /&gt;These are accompanying me throughout my college life haha thank you so so much&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.rosalind-wong.com/"&gt;Rosalind&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop taking pictures of it when i got it and my dad had to tell me to stop taking pictures of 'em! But haih life is sad because i have a super sucky connection here and i had to wait for an eternity for these pictures to load. In contrary to my TI house line, it takes only a little while to upload but REALLY SHITTY photos were uploaded like the ones in my previous post wtf. Like super angry cos i tried to upload 4 times and all 4 times it turned out like that. Wanna smash my notebook but have to remember it's not my notebooks' fault haih. So that kinda explains why i wasn't updating my blog as frequently as i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe once in awhile i can pop in to post a short post as a quick update on my life. Cos i have assignments coming (OMG THIS WORD WAS SO FOREIGN TO ME LAST TIME AND I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S HAPPENING TO ME NOWWWWW) and it's my first assignment wtf i don't know what to do so i gotta ask here and there. And not to mention most, if not all of my coursemates are one year younger than mua so yeah haih. But i guess it's kinda true when they say age doesn't matter when you're out of school. Cos everyone seems the same age and some of them are even more mature than you are! #ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways i mentioned food in my belly on the title because i suck at titles (for the umpteeth time) and because i literally have food in my belly all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zT-urE8gfN0/TmTqiG7C2qI/AAAAAAAACm8/xQrEWyVaN0E/s1600/SDC18142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zT-urE8gfN0/TmTqiG7C2qI/AAAAAAAACm8/xQrEWyVaN0E/s640/SDC18142.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Preparing to battle against famine in the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYCgMo-yuRc/TmTrObhOhuI/AAAAAAAACnA/D5EFbIBCcBY/s1600/SDC18145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYCgMo-yuRc/TmTrObhOhuI/AAAAAAAACnA/D5EFbIBCcBY/s640/SDC18145.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mummy loves me so much *sniff&lt;br /&gt;Why are mooncakes so bloody expensive?!&lt;br /&gt;And Tae Kae Noi crispy seaweeds too wth must treasure them to eat slowly when i'm super stressed out studying then have one to destress myself hahahaha -______________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait one last unrelated thing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmlATHvpU3A/TmTrZeXG1kI/AAAAAAAACnE/1NVdnmMm29Q/s1600/SDC18154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmlATHvpU3A/TmTrZeXG1kI/AAAAAAAACnE/1NVdnmMm29Q/s640/SDC18154.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My housemates and i have awesome cute bellies (:&lt;br /&gt;[Guess which one's me!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay one last picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2DbkzkWnxI/TmTpts_yE7I/AAAAAAAACm4/dcyImv_bHF0/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2DbkzkWnxI/TmTpts_yE7I/AAAAAAAACm4/dcyImv_bHF0/s640/019.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My awesome initials at the back of my cute little fruit tart (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay have to read more materials and stuff for my coming assignment and presentation already wtf such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-5916161036103208201?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/5916161036103208201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=5916161036103208201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5916161036103208201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5916161036103208201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/09/food-in-my-belly.html' title='Food in my belly'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCCw2Wpdc-g/TmTmhaY6BtI/AAAAAAAACmo/IGiF6Nr6Pdc/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-436283829417538273</id><published>2011-08-30T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T17:48:02.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Why. Is. This. Happening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1VyFiSU5FsY/TlyUTPfXwCI/AAAAAAAACmQ/s2BFYFkiFhA/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1VyFiSU5FsY/TlyUTPfXwCI/AAAAAAAACmQ/s2BFYFkiFhA/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to upload my photos 200493 times but they appear like this. What is happening??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-436283829417538273?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/436283829417538273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=436283829417538273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/436283829417538273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/436283829417538273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-is-this-happening.html' title='Why. Is. This. Happening.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1VyFiSU5FsY/TlyUTPfXwCI/AAAAAAAACmQ/s2BFYFkiFhA/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-1000171321950665868</id><published>2011-08-22T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T00:11:14.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Sun-U Residence Day 5</title><content type='html'>I got my own ID and password - &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly it (the internet speed) feels faster than when i used my roommate's ID and pass. I wonder if it's my own imagination hmmm. Anyway. PICTURES HAHAHAHA it took a little more than 10 minutes to upload precisely 7 pictures -.- So yeah appreciate every picture i have uploaded for you okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first is my awesome table. Though my table is really awesome cos it's SO BIG and sturdy.. It had teddy bears stuck on the wall left by the previous tenant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09PEHIwBJyU/TlESYCphyPI/AAAAAAAACkU/5i4xGFPoCtw/s1600/SDC18080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09PEHIwBJyU/TlESYCphyPI/AAAAAAAACkU/5i4xGFPoCtw/s640/SDC18080.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;......and it has 'Happy Together' on another wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cW22DPMCYb4/TlESz8uOYPI/AAAAAAAACkY/BavYgoBKs-w/s1600/SDC18081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cW22DPMCYb4/TlESz8uOYPI/AAAAAAAACkY/BavYgoBKs-w/s640/SDC18081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really don't feel like tearing them off one by one so i'll prolly be sticking something over it.. OR i'll just ignore it cos that's what i do best. Like how my table looks like 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wH2Yb25jCQY/TlEU83tfVII/AAAAAAAACks/edr2iLhjeWk/s1600/SDC18086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wH2Yb25jCQY/TlEU83tfVII/AAAAAAAACks/edr2iLhjeWk/s640/SDC18086.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aaaaah. Ignorance is a bliss (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's my hospital bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3AsrJbrb-k/TlETOt0y4qI/AAAAAAAACkc/4ktGjcxjFvQ/s1600/SDC18082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3AsrJbrb-k/TlETOt0y4qI/AAAAAAAACkc/4ktGjcxjFvQ/s640/SDC18082.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why did i say so is because doesn't it really REALLY remind you of a hospital bed? Or should i say the beds of Hospital Teluk Intan. Oh well. I shan't complain 'cos at least i didn't get a RM50 15cm mattress. This mattress is totally sleep-able, except for the fact that i had never slept in a single bed before in my entire life. Today is my 5th day here and still i don't get to sleep the whole night through! You see, i'm a roller. And what i meant by that is that i roll a lot on beds especially when i'm trying to sleep wth. BUT now when i roll, my brain automatically goes "OOPS YOU'RE GONNA FALL!" and i wake up and then i roll to the other side and then when i'm too near the edge my brain goes "YOU'RE GONNA PLUNGE TO YOUR DEATH AGAIN!" and then i wake up again. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame my daddy for spoiling me when i'm young :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have 2 pillows 'cos i read on the Sunway website that students MUST BRING THEIR OWN PILLOWS, BEDSPREAD, etc etc. And when i came? They gave me a 'welcome kit' consisting of everything. But of course i still use my own pillow and my bedsheet 'cos their pillow is 10cm thick only wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and let's not forget my AWESOME wardrobe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGrIUGUGJgk/TlETp4wUOYI/AAAAAAAACkg/p56MkI9zKBY/s1600/SDC18083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGrIUGUGJgk/TlETp4wUOYI/AAAAAAAACkg/p56MkI9zKBY/s640/SDC18083.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pfen told me that her wardrobe can fit two of her in it, but i'd say it's more like 2.7 of her!! Or maybe it's because i've seen the other sorry wardrobes during my room hunt so having a big wardrobe like this is really a bliss for me *sniff&lt;br /&gt;(but of course still cannot compare to my 5 doors wardrobe back at home. No place like home, they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually i'd rate this place a 8/10 'cos the place is so convenient, so fully equipped (would be a lot better if they use WiFi in the units and a 4mb line instead), the fascilities are great (no gym though), and it's soooo near my school imma cry right now *sniff. It's about 2 mins walk to the school, and then it's about 5 more minutes walk to Pyramid through the Canopy Walk! Thank you Jeffery Cheah for making our lives so much easier T.T (Not to mention by sucking out the money out of our poor souls too lol). Oh well. For the price we're paying now -RM730 for a twin sharing room, i'd say it SHOULD be this good since it's freaking overpriced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay moving onnnnnn, it's a Sunday today. And pfen brought me to &lt;a href="http://www.theactschurch.org/"&gt;The Acts Church.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kopVqG5vatg/TlEUfa2W6cI/AAAAAAAACko/SoC70EdgpWA/s1600/SDC18085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kopVqG5vatg/TlEUfa2W6cI/AAAAAAAACko/SoC70EdgpWA/s640/SDC18085.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nooo it's not the logo of Acts church wth i don't know why i took a picture of this instead of the welcome bag but aaah forgeddit. Anyways the talk today was really inspiring. And i'm wondering why every sermon i hear nowadays seems to stab me in the heart and sometimes the machete seems to twist a little in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Today's talk was about us being down and at that time, we gotta praise the Lord and keep praying. At the end of the service, i got some cool jie jies (lol) to pray for me about some stuff that i don't wanna reveal here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i was literally vacuumed to the visitor's lounge where first or second timers go to mix around and fellowship. I wonder when have i became such an anti-social =/ Aaaand that explains the pecan cookie. Someone gave it to me at the visitor's lounge and said "Nah give you. Keep it in your bag and eat it. That costs RM2 each."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-_______________________________________________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway you should &lt;a href="http://www.theactsperience.com/"&gt;listen&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to some of the sermons and talks by some awesome speakers. &lt;a href="http://www.theactsperience.com/"&gt;CLICK &lt;/a&gt;it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_03xl2V8pE/TlEUFKP46II/AAAAAAAACkk/99O35lO3NHQ/s1600/SDC18084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_03xl2V8pE/TlEUFKP46II/AAAAAAAACkk/99O35lO3NHQ/s640/SDC18084.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The icing on the cake (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you sissy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you so so so so much xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-1000171321950665868?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/1000171321950665868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=1000171321950665868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1000171321950665868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1000171321950665868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/sun-u-residence-day-5.html' title='Sun-U Residence Day 5'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09PEHIwBJyU/TlESYCphyPI/AAAAAAAACkU/5i4xGFPoCtw/s72-c/SDC18080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-1941466425821317363</id><published>2011-08-19T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:45:54.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Oh-em-geeeee</title><content type='html'>You must be thinking i'm here to upload 39589 pictures of me in ma new crib in a new chapter of my life but I'M SOH SOWWIE no that's not gonna happen until i get a Yes broadband from daddy :( And it has only been 1.5 days since i've been here so yeah there's not much life going on yet wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COS THE LAN LINE IN MY ROOM SUCKS TO THE MAX HOR. And here in Sunway, to use the internet, no matter you're in the room or the study room or the common room or the foyer in the campus for both Wi-Fi and Lan connection.. You freaking need an ID and password wtf so it's taking like forever for them to process it for me or at least i felt it's like forever so i'm stuck using my super studious roommate's ID and pass cos she hardly uses the net and always study (: Peer pressure. Exactly what i need right now (not sarcastic hor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my house mates told me, the line is VERY unstable, sometimes it's fast-ish, sometimes it disconnects and sometimes it's like super kao slow wth like someone downloading HD porn the next unit. So yeah uploading photos will be an ass for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My orientation.. It has only been the first day so i couldn't say much yet haha but i've skipped the whole of Day 1 because it was speeches, speeches, speeches, slide shows, oh and more speeches wtf. But today pfen brought me to CF and we had prayer walk. As in like we walk around the whole building and we pray for the whole building (and the people in it too lol) so we filled the whole building with the Holy Spirit haha TAKE THAT SATAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways i'm kinda sleepy and tired now so yeah amma sleep now good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah okay i leave you with one picture of an accident i saw in front of SEGi University College the other day while fetching my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40jH6vtrNq8/Tk0-HbAmHQI/AAAAAAAACkQ/k-43MTYd5Ds/s1600/17082011%2528001%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40jH6vtrNq8/Tk0-HbAmHQI/AAAAAAAACkQ/k-43MTYd5Ds/s640/17082011%2528001%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-1941466425821317363?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/1941466425821317363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=1941466425821317363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1941466425821317363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1941466425821317363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-em-geeeee.html' title='Oh-em-geeeee'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40jH6vtrNq8/Tk0-HbAmHQI/AAAAAAAACkQ/k-43MTYd5Ds/s72-c/17082011%2528001%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-4095329938396612050</id><published>2011-08-15T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:39:32.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good stuff'/><title type='text'>This will be my wedding song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/kNIXegxDWQQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kNIXegxDWQQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kNIXegxDWQQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cos it's the best love song i've ever heard in my 2 decades of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-4095329938396612050?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/4095329938396612050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=4095329938396612050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/4095329938396612050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/4095329938396612050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-will-be-my-wedding-song.html' title='This will be my wedding song.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-7302276711447080260</id><published>2011-08-14T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T22:23:26.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Nice guys finish last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/xfeys7Jfnx8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfeys7Jfnx8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfeys7Jfnx8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we girls date bad guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why are we more attracted to someone who does NOT fall head over heels for you rather than someone who does?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we stay in a relationship with that jerk even though we fight all day long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we pay more attention to that guy in the back of the class that ignores you completely rather than that guy next to you who talks to you every chance he gets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we think of that guy who does not call us back more than that guy who texted us his number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why don't fishes have boobs wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/2Fz3zFqLc3E/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Fz3zFqLc3E&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Fz3zFqLc3E&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's a mystery that even we girls can't solve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TEEHEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Yeah i just watched 209 nigahiga youtube clips instead of the LCW vs LD match and updating it on Facebook every 0.24 seconds cos i'm patriotic like that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-7302276711447080260?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/7302276711447080260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=7302276711447080260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7302276711447080260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7302276711447080260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/nice-guys-finish-last.html' title='Nice guys finish last'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-1138210281912772712</id><published>2011-08-14T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:53:18.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My bimbo sissy</title><content type='html'>I have a bimbo as a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*gasp*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKfnkCkiIWA/TkapRGuwzHI/AAAAAAAACj4/S17WPxCfxVM/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKfnkCkiIWA/TkapRGuwzHI/AAAAAAAACj4/S17WPxCfxVM/s640/Video+call+snapshot+11.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She recently got a car.. With car keys (duhh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QzLNyu5AO1M/TkapTqYo-OI/AAAAAAAACj8/3_q600x8UK8/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+12.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QzLNyu5AO1M/TkapTqYo-OI/AAAAAAAACj8/3_q600x8UK8/s640/Video+call+snapshot+12.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she wants to bling her car keys with crystals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxq6gt5xdM0/TkapWosMS9I/AAAAAAAACkA/R1mpxDBz-dw/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxq6gt5xdM0/TkapWosMS9I/AAAAAAAACkA/R1mpxDBz-dw/s640/Video+call+snapshot+13.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Right hereeee", she says. Cos it looks very boring -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sPTKLmRmXM0/Tkaq0_-kHkI/AAAAAAAACkM/Mp6Zkew9Zbc/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sPTKLmRmXM0/Tkaq0_-kHkI/AAAAAAAACkM/Mp6Zkew9Zbc/s640/Video+call+snapshot+5.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she happens to be a very rude bimbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GQcwIoi4Lfw/TkapOJH3rSI/AAAAAAAACj0/H4MwwUMF6rA/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GQcwIoi4Lfw/TkapOJH3rSI/AAAAAAAACj0/H4MwwUMF6rA/s640/Video+call+snapshot+3.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But cute nonetheless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE NAKED PALETTE AND HAPPY BIMBO DAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes i officially declare that 14th of August is a Bimbo Day to remember all the bimbos amidst us non-bimbos, trying very hard to live like a non-bimbo but deep down inside they know they are still bimbos, and a little blonde too if i might add)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-1138210281912772712?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/1138210281912772712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=1138210281912772712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1138210281912772712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1138210281912772712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-bimbo-sissy.html' title='My bimbo sissy'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKfnkCkiIWA/TkapRGuwzHI/AAAAAAAACj4/S17WPxCfxVM/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-1518809179025624814</id><published>2011-08-13T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:22:04.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Facebook prank revealed.</title><content type='html'>This morning i tried to blog, but every time i uploaded the pictures, they turned out whacky. Like lines zapping horizontally and half of the photo is grey or somehow it's distorted. So i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uploaded this photo on facebook hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GA6kf6eqExw/TkZqIXHL88I/AAAAAAAACjo/XzH3ZnbQXxE/s1600/RED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GA6kf6eqExw/TkZqIXHL88I/AAAAAAAACjo/XzH3ZnbQXxE/s640/RED.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It started off as a joke BUT I REALLY DID DYE MY HAIR HOR. Just not as red as this. But looking at this picture, i really did hope that i dyed it as red as this T__T Haih. Looking at the condition of my current hair, bleaching it to obtain the bright red would not be an option :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I still don't get how does this picture look haunted to some people. Like seriously -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah my real hair is like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGt-fx_AIrs/TkZqkQ9GOmI/AAAAAAAACjw/_18Qurg9S14/s1600/SDC18078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGt-fx_AIrs/TkZqkQ9GOmI/AAAAAAAACjw/_18Qurg9S14/s640/SDC18078.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My camera doesn't convey the true colour lah haihhh. It's a liiitle bit maroon-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8lOTtrHyGGA/TkZqWbfK9DI/AAAAAAAACjs/aIjtPF5OBoo/s1600/SDC18076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8lOTtrHyGGA/TkZqWbfK9DI/AAAAAAAACjs/aIjtPF5OBoo/s640/SDC18076.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe like this? Oh well. I still have my entire 3 years of school to experiment with green, blue, BRIGHT RED hair since i'm not restricted by public university rules now x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally die without regrets now *sniff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-1518809179025624814?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/1518809179025624814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=1518809179025624814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1518809179025624814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1518809179025624814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/facebook-prank-revealed.html' title='Facebook prank revealed.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GA6kf6eqExw/TkZqIXHL88I/AAAAAAAACjo/XzH3ZnbQXxE/s72-c/RED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-4869113122353355843</id><published>2011-08-10T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:51:02.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just my 2 cents'/><title type='text'>How to : Be an absolutely NOT annoying Facebook user 101.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Always have an album of pictures with minimum of 500 self-shot pictures of yourself (must have at least 50 pictures where you in the same outfit same place same hair where your head is tilted slightly more than the other in every picture/different facial expression), and name the album "Me~" (must have ~, if not ^^ also can). It can otherwise be creatively named like "Me, myself, and i", "It's all about me", or however you want it to be, but it MUST have the word &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXEqZNjSgOk/TkI2mxhqsXI/AAAAAAAAChw/5tox6rARO98/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXEqZNjSgOk/TkI2mxhqsXI/AAAAAAAAChw/5tox6rARO98/s640/Untitled.jpg" width="520" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this album, you can also insert another 10 or 20 or 90 pictures of yourself, edited using the infamous software &lt;a href="http://xiuxiu.meitu.com/download/"&gt;Mei Tu Xiu Xiu&lt;/a&gt;. Thus, creating super chio pictures as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkWifdKd4eU/TkJE4Vq5_GI/AAAAAAAACh4/j9Fz8zs2SKA/s1600/19631_1244916891264_1479653750_30877982_4095019_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkWifdKd4eU/TkJE4Vq5_GI/AAAAAAAACh4/j9Fz8zs2SKA/s640/19631_1244916891264_1479653750_30877982_4095019_n.jpg" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end results must NOT look anything like your original self hor. Must edit to the extent that your mother also can't recognise you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can add a few random English words too if you want. It's okay if it doesn't make any sense or grammatically incorrect. Another alternative is to add some animated chinese words with fake bling, it makes your picture look extra classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR YOU CAN JUST ADD EVERYTHING AVAILABLE IN THE SOFTWARE cos it's free mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOUQt5T8xvs/TkJFAWiccAI/AAAAAAAACh8/U-bcE_-C4_I/s1600/xiu8%255B4%255D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOUQt5T8xvs/TkJFAWiccAI/AAAAAAAACh8/U-bcE_-C4_I/s640/xiu8%255B4%255D.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; If you just went to college to further your studies and so happens your course requires you to do presentation in front of the class, and requires you to wear formal cloth, you must have a specific album for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if it's all individual shots,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUtqfsXPCTM/TkIyf1Heh2I/AAAAAAAACho/-DSJ1uqfPEY/s1600/23122009363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUtqfsXPCTM/TkIyf1Heh2I/AAAAAAAACho/-DSJ1uqfPEY/s400/23122009363.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The caption must be "&lt;b&gt;Me in formal cloth&lt;/b&gt;" hor. Or "&lt;b&gt;First time wear formal ^.^&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJzv7OXa0Bw/TkIygRH_QCI/AAAAAAAAChs/StHdvWgX-Po/s1600/DSC00668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJzv7OXa0Bw/TkIygRH_QCI/AAAAAAAAChs/StHdvWgX-Po/s400/DSC00668.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can choose to take it using your reflection in the mirror or in the bathroom (your own or the ones in your campus). Whichever you feel more comfortable with is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you already have 146 self-shot photos of yourself in formal cloth, you can get your entire group to take a picture with you so that you can upload it on Facebook. People who never had a chance to wear formal cloth will definitely be jealous of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVhoVmttCoE/TkI3VRQgAxI/AAAAAAAACh0/mGJq8Y4h-Nw/s1600/289434_2209370870483_1133809451_2585539_7655277_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="544" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVhoVmttCoE/TkI3VRQgAxI/AAAAAAAACh0/mGJq8Y4h-Nw/s640/289434_2209370870483_1133809451_2585539_7655277_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Reminder :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Must spell clothes as 'cloth' okay if not your whole album doesn't qualify!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay this one applies to both working young adults and students.&lt;br /&gt;For an example, if you go to University of WTF-ness, (UWTF), then title of album must be "UWTF life~" (again, must have ~). And in that album, make sure everyone have their student cards around their neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KrZKJbkl8Ac/TkIyb2LjSuI/AAAAAAAAChg/Nx3wGrEX1x8/s1600/16765_106290636048261_100000019750636_166420_8139429_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KrZKJbkl8Ac/TkIyb2LjSuI/AAAAAAAAChg/Nx3wGrEX1x8/s640/16765_106290636048261_100000019750636_166420_8139429_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can make super kawaii poses if you want regardless of gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you're working.. or you went to somewhere other than your hometown to study, for example Tanjung OMG, then you can have pictures of yourself, or with your new friends all compiled up in an album named "Tanjung OMG life~".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Get a new haircut. Doesn't matter if it's a drastic change or a subtle change. Janji it's a new hairstyle. And then, as usual, take 720 (360x2, or more) pictures of yourself, but must have at least one picture from different angle. Horizontally and diagonally ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tBAx9Tcs-o/TkIya75n2HI/AAAAAAAAChc/B1kgXz-JY2E/s1600/6827_1167857394305_1164038013_30420977_500031_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tBAx9Tcs-o/TkIya75n2HI/AAAAAAAAChc/B1kgXz-JY2E/s640/6827_1167857394305_1164038013_30420977_500031_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title of album : New hairstyle, new life~&lt;br /&gt;Or if your new hairstyle coincides with the new year, it can be "New hairstyle, new year, new life" because your hairstyle can totally change your life! It's true one okay. You know, like how you used to see with both your eyes and now you're only left with one eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9Ag28ywy3M/TkJPB2tZtQI/AAAAAAAACiU/BCS-dG72GrU/s1600/38463_141958932499028_100000547657374_324925_249734_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9Ag28ywy3M/TkJPB2tZtQI/AAAAAAAACiU/BCS-dG72GrU/s640/38463_141958932499028_100000547657374_324925_249734_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See the change in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Occasionally change your names so that your friends will not recognise you, thinking they accidentally added a fruit into their friends' list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ql8257Wc9-w/TkJUIPl_zkI/AAAAAAAACio/EOeaLl-5zH8/s1600/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="78" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ql8257Wc9-w/TkJUIPl_zkI/AAAAAAAACio/EOeaLl-5zH8/s400/l.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93YydmWb2VU/TkJUIqpUM_I/AAAAAAAACis/M57pjLdHJw8/s1600/ll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="82" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93YydmWb2VU/TkJUIqpUM_I/AAAAAAAACis/M57pjLdHJw8/s400/ll.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jy4kgq7njXs/TkJUJEOfTKI/AAAAAAAACiw/AskhWhagGhc/s1600/lll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="87" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jy4kgq7njXs/TkJUJEOfTKI/AAAAAAAACiw/AskhWhagGhc/s400/lll.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can also put fictional characters as your profile picture to go with your fictional names so that anime lovers will think that their favourite characters came to live and added them on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-Ppl4V4dw8/TkJUJhh-3DI/AAAAAAAACi0/3yG8U1dq5dg/s1600/llll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="93" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-Ppl4V4dw8/TkJUJhh-3DI/AAAAAAAACi0/3yG8U1dq5dg/s400/llll.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And when you decide to get into a relationship, you and your partner can change your Facebook names to something identical or similar so that the whole world will know that you're deeply in love with each other by having similar Facebook names. Or you can just ask them to add this very popular word to his/her name :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bii&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The special thing about this word is................. You can place them wherever you want it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You can either place it in front of your name:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6UPuHWr_U4/TkJXDByGTzI/AAAAAAAACi8/2PgEvzvAgOc/s1600/pp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="88" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6UPuHWr_U4/TkJXDByGTzI/AAAAAAAACi8/2PgEvzvAgOc/s400/pp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the middle :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueBGQvZBRnA/TkJUH1q-43I/AAAAAAAACik/DNFKEmSlXL4/s1600/%253B%253Bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="82" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueBGQvZBRnA/TkJUH1q-43I/AAAAAAAACik/DNFKEmSlXL4/s400/%253B%253Bl.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or at the back :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tcG8rI3G6HA/TkJXCguMafI/AAAAAAAACi4/Y9iHtn3vzGQ/s1600/p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="97" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tcG8rI3G6HA/TkJXCguMafI/AAAAAAAACi4/Y9iHtn3vzGQ/s400/p.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So versatile right?? In fact, you know what, it sounds so cool and unique i think i want to change my name too! How about this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgb6vEZXgY8/TkJZVALBZUI/AAAAAAAACjA/B1tmh3L6MAo/s1600/jkjk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="93" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgb6vEZXgY8/TkJZVALBZUI/AAAAAAAACjA/B1tmh3L6MAo/s400/jkjk.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I should totally win the award for the best Facebook name x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay that's all for now, i hope&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to : Be an absolutely NOT annoying Facebook user 101 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;has helped you tremendously in your attempt to be an absolutely NOT annoying friend on Facebook (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Note : This post has been created only for the purpose of entertainment and has no means whatsoever to offend any Facebook users out there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Got problem then learn how to take a joke lightly kthxbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-4869113122353355843?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/4869113122353355843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=4869113122353355843&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/4869113122353355843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/4869113122353355843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-be-absolutely-not-annoying.html' title='How to : Be an absolutely NOT annoying Facebook user 101.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXEqZNjSgOk/TkI2mxhqsXI/AAAAAAAAChw/5tox6rARO98/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-5330156573802219010</id><published>2011-08-09T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:40:30.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking attempts'/><title type='text'>Frying kai lan</title><content type='html'>Despite having my nose falling off NOT because i had too many nose jobs done but because i'm having a bad running nose and i can't have antihistamines cos i'll get sleepy for the whole day - no kidding. I can sleep, wake up, look at the ceiling, maybe go to the toilet to take a leak, and then go back to sleep again. And i wake up some time in the evening when the drowsiness wears off, and then i can't sleep at night. Not being able to sleep when half of the world's sleeping is not really the best feeling on earth. Hmm. Where was i? Oh yeah. My nose falling off. Despite having my nose almost falling off, i attempted to fry some kai lans for lunch today (: Can i hear some wohooo for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; giiirl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, occasionally my mom will leave me notes to tell me what to do for lunch when she does not feel like eating out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxXxH6tRw3o/TkDJm-ORrKI/AAAAAAAAChM/nFCtig5yrf0/s1600/SDC18033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxXxH6tRw3o/TkDJm-ORrKI/AAAAAAAAChM/nFCtig5yrf0/s640/SDC18033.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she can't come home immediately to a home-cooked meal cos her daughter can't cook to save a life. So she can only instruct her to prepare the ingredients so that she can cook right after she comes back from school. And for IDUNNOWHAT reasons, i decided to try cooking (at least) the vegetables today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, howw??? You may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le &lt;b&gt;Google&lt;/b&gt; is a life saviour (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, according to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mywoklife.com/2009/08/kai-lan-vegetables-with-oyster-sauce.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;recipe which i chose because it seemed easy enough and because i had the ingredients in the kitchen, this came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3jspx-lL5U/TkDJvw5LGZI/AAAAAAAAChQ/HwXBMgq65zM/s1600/SDC18037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3jspx-lL5U/TkDJvw5LGZI/AAAAAAAAChQ/HwXBMgq65zM/s640/SDC18037.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU GONNA EMPLOY ME AS YOUR PERSONAL CHEF NOW HAHAHAHAHAHA but I'm expensive don't say i didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh okay lah it was a tad bit too oily. But mommy said it was goooooood x) Seriously my mom is such a motivator sometimes i find myself reporting stuff to her just to seek her appraisal (like when i did better in my exams this term), like a 5 year old. And here i was complaining that my ex-students are seeking for attention too much lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i can't say the whole thing was kinda smooth sailing. There was the oil splattering.. And chopping the garlic. Seems easy enough right? 'Cos i always saw my gramma and mom chopping them, i thought i kinda knew it theoretically already, but i got confused. You know the process of putting your chopping knife on top of the garlic and you go &lt;i&gt;WHAM!! &lt;/i&gt;on that poor garlic? Like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pMW4JNpEt5I/TkDVh-m_wuI/AAAAAAAAChY/uKUYJboQELQ/s1600/SDC18032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pMW4JNpEt5I/TkDVh-m_wuI/AAAAAAAAChY/uKUYJboQELQ/s640/SDC18032.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you do it but i always see people do it so i just do it lah. Prolly the garlic tastes better after this process lol. But the thing was, i forgot whether i should peel it then wham, or wham then peel. Then i googled how to peel garlic wtf don't tell people okay T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what would i do without you, Google?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TF_u59uXAFU/TkDJ5I4v1RI/AAAAAAAAChU/5ABvJdlFgbM/s1600/SDC18043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TF_u59uXAFU/TkDJ5I4v1RI/AAAAAAAAChU/5ABvJdlFgbM/s400/SDC18043.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The &lt;strike&gt;naked&lt;/strike&gt; fully-dressed proud chef.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-5330156573802219010?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/5330156573802219010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=5330156573802219010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5330156573802219010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5330156573802219010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/frying-kai-lan.html' title='Frying kai lan'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxXxH6tRw3o/TkDJm-ORrKI/AAAAAAAAChM/nFCtig5yrf0/s72-c/SDC18033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-5154559753694964662</id><published>2011-08-09T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:33:46.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm...</title><content type='html'>Help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukqaERIxA64/TkCcUI1L_EI/AAAAAAAAChA/UCinEFH7iV8/s1600/01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukqaERIxA64/TkCcUI1L_EI/AAAAAAAAChA/UCinEFH7iV8/s640/01.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWZa43Jev2g/TkCcVTRKndI/AAAAAAAAChE/kkfpj3hg9DE/s1600/02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWZa43Jev2g/TkCcVTRKndI/AAAAAAAAChE/kkfpj3hg9DE/s640/02.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#2?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-5154559753694964662?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/5154559753694964662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=5154559753694964662&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5154559753694964662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5154559753694964662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/uhm.html' title='Uhm...'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukqaERIxA64/TkCcUI1L_EI/AAAAAAAAChA/UCinEFH7iV8/s72-c/01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-8547532657030249789</id><published>2011-08-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:35:02.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>SEE LAH I TOLD YOU!!</title><content type='html'>Told you what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you that i will over-pack when i pack too early!! Thus i'm here to vent all my frustration on blogger listening to Take Over by Mizz Nina ft Flo Rida (damn i can't get enough of this song!) when i'm supposed to be sorting my suitcase out. I'm that good at time management (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing is, my suitcase was almost full except for the space that i've allocated for some stuff that i'm using now. And then i gave myself an imaginary pat on the back and thought to myself "Hey, that wasn't so bad. You finished packing a few days before you leave. Bravooooooooo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then................................ i remembered i forgot to allocate space for my hair dryer, makeup bag (duhhh how can i forget?!) and a few other things. Cos i thought i had extra space so i put in stuff like a big packet of biscuits JUST IN CASE i get super hungry in the middle of the night and my room door mysteriously lock myself in, there's no need to worry cos i have ze food in my suitcase!! See i'm that good at setting my priorities right too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why i'm making such a big fuss out of packing hahahahaha thanks for spending a split second glancing or even reading this stupid post and for putting up with my nonsense hahaha good night x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-8547532657030249789?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/8547532657030249789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=8547532657030249789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8547532657030249789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8547532657030249789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/see-lah-i-told-you.html' title='SEE LAH I TOLD YOU!!'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-7562975844058524795</id><published>2011-08-08T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T15:27:16.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>I'm retiring in Tronoh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9emN5hImphg/Tj94p5-IibI/AAAAAAAACgY/kgZERZFhasA/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9emN5hImphg/Tj94p5-IibI/AAAAAAAACgY/kgZERZFhasA/s640/016.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, i just came back from a visit to UTP in Tronoh about 20 minutes ago and i have semi-decided to retire in Tronoh in the future (: Will elaborate more on that later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos i had so much time to spare, i accompanied Hui Shiong to send something to her university, UTP since it's 'only' one hour drive away. Little did i know, i got car sick and felt kinda shitty but not too shitty on the way back zzz. WHY OH WHY. Having carsickness is the worst feeling in the woooooorld T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to UTP. They have the biggest and most canggih library in the wooorld! At least in my world. Biggest i've seen for a uni lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNPohedQB2o/Tj943x1kFxI/AAAAAAAACgc/XKLIq3AAqVQ/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNPohedQB2o/Tj943x1kFxI/AAAAAAAACgc/XKLIq3AAqVQ/s640/017.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So freaking big you need an elevator to go to different floors to get books wtf. According to my one-on-one tour guide, there's this underground office where there's a lot of people working. Somehow it gave me an impression like there's secret minions being forced to work down there and the supervisor has a whip on the hand to whip anyone slacking. Too much of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1309449/"&gt;Kaiji&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;i guess =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the white sticks sticking out from the ground all along the corridor? It's supposed to light up at night. Freaking grand library that looks like KLIA -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side is a hall, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PPYJvh_POY/Tj95HBVj27I/AAAAAAAACgg/DFWj3zKO1m4/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PPYJvh_POY/Tj95HBVj27I/AAAAAAAACgg/DFWj3zKO1m4/s640/018.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Hshiong, this particular building is one of the pride and joy for UTP (the other is the mosque which is surrounded by water but i didn't take pictures of it just because.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that we went around UTP and she showed me where and where but somewhere along the way i lost my sense of direction and all the buildings looked the same cos that area is freaking &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i tell you! If you throw me there alone i might break down crying in the middle of the road cos i can't find my way out #deadseriousface.Though it's surrounded by lush greeneries and i bet it's really cooling at night and it's like the almost-perfect environment for studies, it's hell walking from one building to another! To walk from the hostel to the lecture halls is even further than the houses in PJS9 to Sunway university and here i was complaining so much *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway after that we went to Tronoh. DID YOU KNOW that&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2010/09/ice-kacang-puppy-love-review.html"&gt;Ice Kacang Puppy Love&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was filmed in Tronoh?! Not that it's a super big news but i always thought it was filmed in Malacca or somewhere. And it wasn't the first time Tronoh was used in a movie too. Most prolly it's because the whole place has this 80's or 90's ambience and it's somehow very nice and soothing. Like everything's so slow paced and relaxing, no rush, no hurry, purrrrfect for a retirement town (: I guess Malaysia has a lot of towns like this hidden some place, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SuvUlTjGbaw/Tj95kTsv-9I/AAAAAAAACgo/W73PnQq5PBU/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SuvUlTjGbaw/Tj95kTsv-9I/AAAAAAAACgo/W73PnQq5PBU/s640/020.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The main location for the movie. Remember the kopitiam where Ah Niu's father worked? Yeaaaah the coffee guy. I was told that they repainted this place because of the movie. Imagine how old and dirty it must've been before this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqaakSmRNEU/Tj95WXpzQCI/AAAAAAAACgk/9SvEeE4RMik/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqaakSmRNEU/Tj95WXpzQCI/AAAAAAAACgk/9SvEeE4RMik/s640/019.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's where Ah Niu (forgot the name he had in the movie) got his haircut. Don't remember the scene about the haircut but since my tour guide told me this i thought might as well take a picture. She kept asking me why do i have to take a picture of everything omgg i only took a handful of pictures! Not even 10 T__T I should stop blogging altogether wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgedb4b_fJk/Tj95yjlPbpI/AAAAAAAACgs/UlxtGipx1a8/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgedb4b_fJk/Tj95yjlPbpI/AAAAAAAACgs/UlxtGipx1a8/s640/021.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm the part where Ah Niu's brother told Ah Niu he's going to a bigger town to work cos he don't want to be making coffee for the rest of his life therefore Ah Niu had to take over his brother to make coffee but he sucked big time at it and kept getting scolded by his daddy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAgowDEnuMI/Tj95_R41gbI/AAAAAAAACgw/BqdMa_owUAk/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAgowDEnuMI/Tj95_R41gbI/AAAAAAAACgw/BqdMa_owUAk/s640/022.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The annoyed-at-me-for-taking-pictures driver/tour guide :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aYG_RFIlTuY/Tj96OOuymvI/AAAAAAAACg0/6bEFd-Ifr7Q/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aYG_RFIlTuY/Tj96OOuymvI/AAAAAAAACg0/6bEFd-Ifr7Q/s640/024.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a random ice kacang stall (i assumed) under a biiig shady tree, just how i like it (: Don't you love trees giving you shades rather than awnings? Damn you MPTI for cutting down the big trees i loved in TI!! Damn yooooouuuuuuuuu kao kao wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaand for the best part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma show you the teddy bear clothes peg i told you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itg_RKbFlK8/Tj96ZwLMSsI/AAAAAAAACg4/0pRRvNNOGWk/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itg_RKbFlK8/Tj96ZwLMSsI/AAAAAAAACg4/0pRRvNNOGWk/s640/025.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CUTE SIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Maz99o-K5o/Tj96mZzcuhI/AAAAAAAACg8/WrMY0M6gLQg/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Maz99o-K5o/Tj96mZzcuhI/AAAAAAAACg8/WrMY0M6gLQg/s640/026.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It feels kinda sturdy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know it's pink wth but it's so cute! There's another blue one but somehow the blue teddy didn't look as good as the pink one so i had to go with the pink one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. NOW i might look like a complete bimbo to my future housemates cos i'm using some hand-me-downs from my sister like her pink basket, pink hangers, pink pail, pink ruler, pink nylon loofah, pink dunnowhatelse. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma have my afternoon nap now because i'm always hungry and sleepy nowadays. Can i blame it on the weather? Or the food i eat. Hmmmm.............. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz *sleeps on the keyboard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-7562975844058524795?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/7562975844058524795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=7562975844058524795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7562975844058524795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7562975844058524795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-retiring-in-tronoh.html' title='I&apos;m retiring in Tronoh!'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9emN5hImphg/Tj94p5-IibI/AAAAAAAACgY/kgZERZFhasA/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-1941950066468878673</id><published>2011-08-08T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:27:48.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Room hunting</title><content type='html'>Greetings from the girl who has 2 ulcers on each side on her tongue so she have to restrict her tongue from moving in the mouth cos got sharp teeth everywhere omg what did i do to deserve this T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was supposed to go shopping for college essential stuff that i realised i needed last minute like (newer) hangers, clothes pegs, another pail (apparently i needed 2 pails for washing clothes that needed to be handwashed instead of 1), etc etc. But my mom's colleague came out of a sudden and she tapao-ed the staff room gossip to my living room so my mom's stuck there for another 50 hours and here i am blogging while waiting for her to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went room-hunting last week so that i won't need to sleep on the streets when i go there to study. So many factors to consider like the rate, how far i gotta walk to uni (yes no car cos i have not proven myself responsible enough to own a car yet wth), fascilities provided, furnitures provided, aircon provided or not, and SIZE. It was my first time hunting for rooms so i don't know what to ask and what to find out from the first few phone calls, but after 25678 phone calls later i got so professional and sounded like "Good evening, is this Mr/Mrs ___?" and then when they answer i go "Okay i'm fiona and i'm looking for a room to rent, is your room still available?" and etc etc like memorized script without uhmms and ermmmms some more you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i got good at it cos we spent like the whole saturday going round and round, calling this person calling that person omg it was sooooo tiring and i got so lethargic by evening (so much for being 20 and full of energy -.- ) but my dad was still asking me to call and he also helped me to call towards the end AND he was driving! I wonder where he got all the energy from and he's twice my age hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time i was doing some twin-sharing room hunting for me and my friend, so i was taking pictures and MMS-ing her and calling her wtf i felt used but anyway here's a few pictures i thought i'd share since i already have them in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBACCQAMWS4/Tj66UD7redI/AAAAAAAACgU/FLZ72w_96P4/s1600/30072011%2528001%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBACCQAMWS4/Tj66UD7redI/AAAAAAAACgU/FLZ72w_96P4/s640/30072011%2528001%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8T_nJZXILU/Tj65gv4O8vI/AAAAAAAACf8/Mp9VUHq7fOw/s1600/30072011%2528002%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8T_nJZXILU/Tj65gv4O8vI/AAAAAAAACf8/Mp9VUHq7fOw/s640/30072011%2528002%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a terribly small master bed room in PJS11. Attached bathroom and all but it's crazy to share this small room with someone AND the place is dirty AND the neighbourhood is kinda scary so yeah. Passss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-St1d7LTsIts/Tj65mw4vqKI/AAAAAAAACgI/oRNXp6n_5r4/s1600/31072011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-St1d7LTsIts/Tj65mw4vqKI/AAAAAAAACgI/oRNXp6n_5r4/s640/31072011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another room in PJS9, super huge and clean-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebxcKreGvNM/Tj65icBXJhI/AAAAAAAACgA/9fcgnWkJ_f4/s1600/31072011%2528001%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebxcKreGvNM/Tj65icBXJhI/AAAAAAAACgA/9fcgnWkJ_f4/s640/31072011%2528001%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH A BALCONY SOME MORE OMGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFjz6efEBN4/Tj65lJGfULI/AAAAAAAACgE/CL6k-5IcSn0/s1600/31072011%2528003%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFjz6efEBN4/Tj65lJGfULI/AAAAAAAACgE/CL6k-5IcSn0/s640/31072011%2528003%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too far to walk to uni so this is a passss too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway conclusion i didn't take any of the private places outside and am getting a twin-sharing room in sun-u residence for RM730. Damn super kao expensive but this is just a temporary thing until i find the ultimate place to stay outside with a decent rent and decent walking distance huhuhu. I know some people OUTSIDE OF MALAYSIA are paying much more for their rooms but let's not compare among countries can or not? Sunway damn cut throat :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;This is an indicator to show that i went out for dinner and shopping halfway while writing this post so the timeline is not right already haha but i'm lazy to edit and i might as well just finish up writing this post&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And enough about room hunting, i wanna tell you about this awesome dinner i had with my uncle auntie parents and brother the other day in Cheras. Guess what did we eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it should be guess how much did we eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJZwZytbn38/Tj66Dy70QJI/AAAAAAAACgQ/Q0lVq4SiVW0/s1600/SDC18009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJZwZytbn38/Tj66Dy70QJI/AAAAAAAACgQ/Q0lVq4SiVW0/s640/SDC18009.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe it doesn't look that big from the picture but i'm telling you this piece of fish is GINORMOUS it's not even the whole fish! Like enough for a family to eat for 5 days straight man no kidding. Of course we didn't finish it that night lah haha we tapao-ed and my bro even tapao-ed to eat back at his place - lucky him &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lucky to get an uncle who likes to fish so much and actually catches fishes back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then i saw this burger stall with awesome entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8o847SidmHc/Tj651SddsbI/AAAAAAAACgM/Lk86tdI2X-Q/s1600/SDC18008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8o847SidmHc/Tj651SddsbI/AAAAAAAACgM/Lk86tdI2X-Q/s640/SDC18008.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see a burger stall with a desktop with speakers everyday. Or at least i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I'M SO SO SO EXCITED AND HAPPY AFTER MY SHOPPING TRIP OMG i think i have mild shopaholic syndrome cos i get so happy after buying stuff even though they are just groceries sigh i shall show you my teddy bear clothes peg in the next post okay promise haha i'm going to sleep now cos i'm going to UTP with my god-sister tomorrow just because i have so much time to spare before going into college (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-1941950066468878673?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/1941950066468878673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=1941950066468878673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1941950066468878673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1941950066468878673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/room-hunting.html' title='Room hunting'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBACCQAMWS4/Tj66UD7redI/AAAAAAAACgU/FLZ72w_96P4/s72-c/30072011%2528001%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-3043379474246389398</id><published>2011-08-05T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T13:45:00.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing out the new webcam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZM_JIKhOP4/TjuA2To26aI/AAAAAAAACfE/40_HbmEd_og/s1600/image201108040004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZM_JIKhOP4/TjuA2To26aI/AAAAAAAACfE/40_HbmEd_og/s400/image201108040004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm le ghost and this is my fb profile picture cos i have an issue with my face and want to hide them as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqOK7GJqxiM/TjuA3HHE-pI/AAAAAAAACfI/vAOgHldQNko/s1600/image201108040005_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqOK7GJqxiM/TjuA3HHE-pI/AAAAAAAACfI/vAOgHldQNko/s400/image201108040005_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 'Charissa can't get what i'm saying even after i repeated &amp;nbsp;it 230972358349 times' look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P-UnMW8BoMk/TjuA32Q_FyI/AAAAAAAACfM/uMt4QlphFVA/s1600/image201108040006_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P-UnMW8BoMk/TjuA32Q_FyI/AAAAAAAACfM/uMt4QlphFVA/s400/image201108040006_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 'Charissa said something lame (again)' look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUftRosutPU/TjuA59nDpZI/AAAAAAAACfU/YSyum2bFwkI/s1600/image201108040009_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUftRosutPU/TjuA59nDpZI/AAAAAAAACfU/YSyum2bFwkI/s400/image201108040009_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what i'll look like if i'm a French man with kinky thoughts while looking at ze hot French gals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAub2S_euKI/TjuCrRJs9mI/AAAAAAAACfY/-9Vct4SVDsA/s1600/image201108040008_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAub2S_euKI/TjuCrRJs9mI/AAAAAAAACfY/-9Vct4SVDsA/s400/image201108040008_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;AH I HAVE PAW PRINTS ALL OVER MY FACE look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently my webcam quality sucks :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How to upgrade it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-3043379474246389398?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/3043379474246389398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=3043379474246389398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3043379474246389398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3043379474246389398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/testing-out-new-webcam.html' title='Testing out the new webcam'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZM_JIKhOP4/TjuA2To26aI/AAAAAAAACfE/40_HbmEd_og/s72-c/image201108040004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-3089979840374801007</id><published>2011-08-04T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T18:30:01.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LMAO stuff'/><title type='text'>Le FU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0oe5S5CgJI/TjpzqYxEbQI/AAAAAAAACfA/GgPFRzJdFxA/s1600/172941_498970228334_156951918334_6223367_6910622_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0oe5S5CgJI/TjpzqYxEbQI/AAAAAAAACfA/GgPFRzJdFxA/s640/172941_498970228334_156951918334_6223367_6910622_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have NO idea why i'm so so so so stuck at this one. Everytime i think about it, i laugh! Lolol. Maybe you'll get it more when you seeing the pictures at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/FFFFFFUUUUUUUUU/156951918334"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF SO FUNNY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm le full with ayam masak merah and nasi tomato in my tummy. Bazaar Ramadhan le rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-3089979840374801007?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/3089979840374801007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=3089979840374801007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3089979840374801007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3089979840374801007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/le-fu.html' title='Le FU'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0oe5S5CgJI/TjpzqYxEbQI/AAAAAAAACfA/GgPFRzJdFxA/s72-c/172941_498970228334_156951918334_6223367_6910622_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-3730227702686777145</id><published>2011-08-04T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:35:10.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>If only i had used you earlier..</title><content type='html'>Bonjour! (it's actually 12noon now heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lifeloginablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-pastors-say-no-to-google.html?showComment=1312430641521#c2268612940911334971"&gt;JonWoon&lt;/a&gt;'s post about Google linked from Facebook (yeah i've been pretty active recently) earlier and it just hit me real hard. If only i had made full use of Google during my hunt for tertiary education back when i just finished my SPM in 2008, i would've ended up in a liberal arts college by now. I mean, i knew Google existed back then, i use Google occasionally to look for stuff, but i had never really made use of it like how i do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, there is not a day in my life that passes by where i do not use Google. Except for the days where i don't have internet access lah. But still, Google had became a very important source of information and entertainment for me these days. (When i'm really really reeeeeaally bored i go on Google Map to see where's where wtf) And i regret making Google an important site for myself so late, and i will tell you exactly why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was still in Form 5, there were private colleges and talks and stuff for us about what options are there when we leave high school. The sad thing is that these private colleges, coming all the way to Teluk Intan had one thing on their mind ; to enrol potential customers for their colleges. Don't get me wrong, i'm not saying that private colleges' sole purpose of existing is prey at students for their money. It's just that they only expose us to options that are available in their college, and not what is the best for us. Counsellors in school is an option too, but they vary according to their own mindset and thinking. My high school counsellor too, only expose us to options to further our studies locally, and nothing more. Though i had some relatives that graduated from overseas, the people around me had a mind set on the fact that "&lt;i&gt;studying overseas costs you tonnes and tonnes of money&lt;/i&gt;". Not only my relatives, but my parents too, told me that if i want to go overseas to study, the only place that they can afford is Singapore. Little did they know, there were tonnes and tonnes of scholarships and financial aids provided by each and every college in the States now. Not only that, there are private companies that would like to create opportunities for students from all over the world that might not be financially capable.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; AND, these scholarships and financial aids are not all 100% based on how many A's you got for your SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i knew about that sooner. If only i had came across&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lifeloginablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-pastors-say-no-to-google.html?showComment=1312430641521#c2268612940911334971"&gt;sweatlee&lt;/a&gt;'s FAQ on American Colleges earlier. If only i had intensified my research back in 2009 and broadened my mind and be open to every options available. Back then, my research on Google was only restricted to STPM vs A-levels. It was only months after STPM i had came to find out about liberal arts college in US which suited my situation much much better than what i've set my path on right now. You might say that it's still not TOO late to sign up for a liberal arts college after my STPM, but after spending 2 years on STPM, you really do not feel like going back to where you started AND waiting for another year because you had &amp;nbsp;missed the deadline for the application for most colleges. Oh my see what am i doing now. Giving excuses. I guess the main problem here is the 'Tidak Apa' attitude that Malaysians possess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you were a frequent reader of this blog you would've seen the endless dilemma i was facing while trying to decide what to study because once&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; you're in, you can't get out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Okay maybe not entirely true. You can drop out mid-way, waste maybe RM10k or more, and go start all over again for another course. And repeat the process till you're 30 or 40 wtf. And now that i'm set on accounting, there is still a part of me that frequently asks "what if i grow to not like this path? Or worse still, hate it?" but the other part of me will just slap this part of me and tells her to suck it up cos there's no turning back anymore beyond this point. Like it or not, i have to continue until i graduate and after i graduate then only there's a slight hope to maybe make a detour for my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post is not about liberal arts college so if you want to know more about it please visit sweatlee's site or better yet, use&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/"&gt;GOOGLE&lt;/a&gt;! Use it, abuse it, rape it, do whatever you want with it. After you find out about it then you'd know why i said going to a liberal arts college is what i'm supposed to be doing now. Squeeze all the information out of Google until it's dry. Read journals, blogs, websites, forums, anything. Spend 500 hours in front of the computer and make your eyes bleed from reading too much if you need to because this will all be well worth it for your future! Or at least, for a future of your liking with no regrets. Not like yours truly. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what has happened has happened. No point crying over spilled milk. No point regretting it (though it can't be helped). Google is right there, sitting, and waiting for you to use it to explore what's out there. I hope someone whom is having the same situation as me goes blog-walking or just happened to stumble upon this post and realize that there are a lot more options out there other than what was showed to them by certain people. At least i can make one person not regret like how me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIH. Okay enough of complaining and i'm off to lunch. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-3730227702686777145?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/3730227702686777145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=3730227702686777145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3730227702686777145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3730227702686777145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-only-i-had-used-you-earlier.html' title='If only i had used you earlier..'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-6931685532911719373</id><published>2011-08-03T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:57:41.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Someone teach me how to pack?</title><content type='html'>Oyea, i succumbed to my mother's overpowering force of nagging. Now that i've started packing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, i haven't really started yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcGitHHGbC8/TjkwBaGAzAI/AAAAAAAACe4/f1jGRoSU04c/s1600/03082011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcGitHHGbC8/TjkwBaGAzAI/AAAAAAAACe4/f1jGRoSU04c/s640/03082011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;COS I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though i don't need to bring too many stuff, and yet i need to bring A LOT of stuff because i'll be staying there for 3 years omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that since i'll be going there for one week first and then i will be coming back the next weekend, i'll just pack a few of this and that. Travel light, y'know. Then on second thought, this isn't a vacation, i'm gonna be living there! Then i thought that it's better to take all the basic basic necessary stuff first so that i don't need to take them on the second trip. Does this all make sense to you cos it doesn't to me but i won't delete this whole paragraph to show you what a jacked up situation i am in right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i've started packing some of the basic basic essential stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OtKUTDzvHGQ/TjkwDQ1uOfI/AAAAAAAACe8/PwV9caxQMMo/s1600/03082011%2528001%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OtKUTDzvHGQ/TjkwDQ1uOfI/AAAAAAAACe8/PwV9caxQMMo/s640/03082011%2528001%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got stuck. If i were to pack all my clothes now (14 more days here), not that i don't have any more clothes to wear, but a lot less variety to wear. It scares me how many clothes i have in possession even though i've donated a whole black garbage bag full of clothes to Bethany Home, TWICE. And yet i feel that i have nothing to wear. And i need more. Most prolly i've outgrowned the style i used to have so most of my clothes aren't wearable anymore. Oh and the fact that i have hand-me-downs from my sister huhuhu i loveee free clothes but most of my sister's clothes don't suit me cos we have different body shapes. Blehhh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i just shift my whole room there lah omggg i love my room sooo much x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone guide me how to paaaaaaaaaacccccck *an ocean of tears streaming down my cheek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-6931685532911719373?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/6931685532911719373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=6931685532911719373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/6931685532911719373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/6931685532911719373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/someone-teach-me-how-to-pack.html' title='Someone teach me how to pack?'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcGitHHGbC8/TjkwBaGAzAI/AAAAAAAACe4/f1jGRoSU04c/s72-c/03082011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-4127055514762089915</id><published>2011-08-03T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T01:24:24.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Missing this and that.</title><content type='html'>Dammit i suck at titles lah -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 15 more days till i'm officially a university student. It's not a big deal, yet it is me moving on to the next phase in life. I don't know if i should be as relaxed as i am now, cos i just heard on CNN today that scoring well in your exams is also a form of investment. Educational investment. Like should i start studying now wtf T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i went out with a few girlfriends earlier and talked about how we should enjoy our teenage lives (and study too lah of course) and not dedicate our heart, soul and mind to our studies. WHICH HAS MY 101% SUPPORT. Cos i am all into not stressing yourself too much over exams but will the accounting path be too much for such a stress-free girl like me to handle? Oh well i guess i'll just have to take things one at a time and deal with them as they come. Since i've chosen this path, i got to deal with it, right? *nudges Charissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is asking me to pack ALREADY. 15 days not enough for me to pack is it omggg i refuse to pack so early and the reason is not because i want to rebel (i'm soooo over that stage of life already lol) but it's because i have this habit of the more time i spend to pack, the more things i tend to pack. I'll start asking stupid questions like "What if i suddenly cut myself on a rusty gate while innocently walking on the streets?" and then i conveniently throw that tube of Polysporin into my bag, and then "What if i run out of packet tissues and am soo busy i couldn't find time to go buy more?" and then i grab 2 packs of packet tissues and extra of everything else because must have extra everything for 'what if' moments. So, i have ultimately decide to NOT pack till maybe the last 4 or 3 or 2 or the last day before i leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hit me real hard that there is no place like home. And yet i'm leaving home, for good now. Not to say that i won't come back anymore, but even if i do come back, it's not for permanent anymore. I have to bid farewell to my room for i won't be living here anymore. And i get kinda emotional *sniff. Out there, i got to pay for a room half the size of my current room with a mere 1 hp aircon, a 2 doors wardrobe and a study table enough to fit one laptop and a cup at the side only wtf. I will definitely, definitely, definiteeeeeeeeely miss my queen sized bed, 5 doors wardrobe, full length mirror, balcony, my study table with 1001 compartments to force me to organize my things because i'm such a disorganized person like that and my own personal attached bathroom :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that us humans are designed to take things for granted and not appreciate things until we loose them in the end? Okay actually i do appreciate everything that i have up till now a lot so that doesn't apply to me entirely but i am starting to miss those things when i haven't even left them yet! And i'm definitely be missing the roads of Teluk Intan which only takes 15 minutes to reach one end of the town from the other end of the town. Imagine the amount of time in my life i'll be wasting when i'm going to commute around KL! &amp;nbsp;#smallvillagegirlgoingtobigbadtownthinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi i'm not emoing now lah okay just that i think i left my camera in KL from the recent trip so i can't upload any random photos on the go and i am already feeling lazy to blog day by day. Maybe it's time to go get a life and stop being so active on facebook, twitter and blogger. Okay bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaaaaaaaaaaah i'm too boring to give all that up :P But anyway i'll go to sleep now (even though i had 11 hours of sleep last night + 2 hours nap earlier in the evening) help lah how to sleep less T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay good night (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-4127055514762089915?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/4127055514762089915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=4127055514762089915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/4127055514762089915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/4127055514762089915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/08/missing-this-and-that.html' title='Missing this and that.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-6595697800192999919</id><published>2011-07-28T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:35:16.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Think happy thoughts!</title><content type='html'>Okay actually i'm not particularly in a happy mood or anything, but don't tadika murals make you feel haaappiieee? *big stupid grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2BRI8zH2zbM/TjFZfjmz_6I/AAAAAAAACeg/kI55O2o02Aw/s1600/27072011%2528001%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2BRI8zH2zbM/TjFZfjmz_6I/AAAAAAAACeg/kI55O2o02Aw/s640/27072011%2528001%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what kept me and Charissa busy for the past 3 days, thanks to Charissa's big fat mouth x)&lt;br /&gt;Note : In this case it's a love hate relationship for her big fat mouth haha.&lt;br /&gt;Since we didn't have anything particularly important to do nowadays, so this project gave us a reason to get up early for the first time since school ended, and gave us a reason to strain our backs squatting and tire our hand muscles holding the brush up for hours. I'm saying this is a totally positive perspective okay #serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since Zhi and Fen were on their holidays, they got dragged into this project too! Many hands make light work (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09wpgxs4OdI/TjFZhKnKEzI/AAAAAAAACek/bSk4UCbxaeA/s1600/27072011%2528002%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09wpgxs4OdI/TjFZhKnKEzI/AAAAAAAACek/bSk4UCbxaeA/s640/27072011%2528002%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel happiee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTbRXMfWwQY/TjFZiZ7fO0I/AAAAAAAACeo/9UhRC8LQ4bE/s1600/27072011%2528003%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTbRXMfWwQY/TjFZiZ7fO0I/AAAAAAAACeo/9UhRC8LQ4bE/s640/27072011%2528003%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ooh so happiee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that we had a rafflesia and a fly on its way to its death bead in the 2nd pic and the snail chomping off the pretty leaf in the first pic (you can totally tell it's my idea wtf). Who says all tadika murals are supposed to have happy endings?!? Kids should learn the facts of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand we accidentally painted a FW (half of my initials)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LblJggvdFxA/TjFZjetNbgI/AAAAAAAACes/Zh1zyaDBOJI/s1600/27072011%2528004%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LblJggvdFxA/TjFZjetNbgI/AAAAAAAACes/Zh1zyaDBOJI/s640/27072011%2528004%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a TOTAL coincidence okay seriously =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F4_D6g8Hrzk/TjFZqnXP33I/AAAAAAAACew/pEaQldLtmFo/s1600/27072011%2528005%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F4_D6g8Hrzk/TjFZqnXP33I/AAAAAAAACew/pEaQldLtmFo/s640/27072011%2528005%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Charissa wanted an H next to the C, and so we did (: SEE HOW HAPPY SHE IS OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there's this funny story about the ladybird's black spots (like, who doesn't know that ladybirds have black spots right?? We all read the ladybird series when we were young!). She painted it white and none of us realised it until we started to paint the ladybird. And then i asked her why did she paint the base (white) since we're gonna paint it black? And then she went "I thought the spots are white??", and the 3 of us (zhi,fen,me) went "NOOOOOO?????" and then she said that she always thought that the spots are supposed to be white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it took her like 5000 hours later to realise why she 'always' thought it was white.. Cos she got mixed up with mushrooms. You know the red mushrooms with white polka dots in Alice in the Wonderland? Yeah that's how blur our future lawyer can be ohohohohoho (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay end of lame-ish funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last picture of our future law graduate in action before i go pack my stuff for the room hunting weekend in Subang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wW9RasQ_jNQ/TjFZsLadJ5I/AAAAAAAACe0/wWA_qa7aqm0/s1600/27072011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wW9RasQ_jNQ/TjFZsLadJ5I/AAAAAAAACe0/wWA_qa7aqm0/s640/27072011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait a final final last thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme share my current favourite song and MV with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current favourite song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/gM7Hlg75Mlo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gM7Hlg75Mlo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gM7Hlg75Mlo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current favourite MV :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/bw9CALKOvAI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bw9CALKOvAI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bw9CALKOvAI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at her sassy legs sassy body and sassy moves(except the part she squeezes her boobs with her arms lol)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all good night bye bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-6595697800192999919?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/6595697800192999919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=6595697800192999919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/6595697800192999919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/6595697800192999919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/07/think-happy-thoughts.html' title='Think happy thoughts!'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2BRI8zH2zbM/TjFZfjmz_6I/AAAAAAAACeg/kI55O2o02Aw/s72-c/27072011%2528001%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-220621200253063958</id><published>2011-07-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:22:35.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Not dead... not yet.</title><content type='html'>So, before Dorinna left for Monash last week, we had a get-together. Instead of the same 'ol McD, i suggested for us to go somewhere different i loathe the kids screaming in the play section and that place is soooo boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow we ended up on my house's balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKt2knwUzgw/TiwjS4YmAfI/AAAAAAAACdg/VlCceaaVkmM/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKt2knwUzgw/TiwjS4YmAfI/AAAAAAAACdg/VlCceaaVkmM/s640/015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't such a bad idea after all. We get to feel the night breeze and enjoyed the night scene. We should do this more often hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the darkness most of the time except for the faint light that the Moon reflected from the Sun. Enough for us to see each other and not fall, but not enough for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0yO1qUtVK0/Tiwjg6ykVkI/AAAAAAAACdk/cAomR39TC9w/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0yO1qUtVK0/Tiwjg6ykVkI/AAAAAAAACdk/cAomR39TC9w/s640/017.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEAR NOT!! For there is Photoshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mw3s3n6ynf0/Tiwj7N6bJpI/AAAAAAAACdo/R39Ct-pN4zg/s1600/017a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mw3s3n6ynf0/Tiwj7N6bJpI/AAAAAAAACdo/R39Ct-pN4zg/s640/017a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaand. Just to show you guys i'm not dead yet, i went to KL last week to shop since the Malaysia's megasale is here sitting and waiting for me to go visit since forever. BEST TRIP EVER WTF. Okay maybe not best, but it was a good trip. I got what i wanted, but not everything that i wanted/needed. Uhuhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi went all the way there to pool his tooth out (wth right i know) so i met up with him and Fen in Pavillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nk_wcKDMEiQ/TiwkP1wxKgI/AAAAAAAACds/EBZC_IBnqHc/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nk_wcKDMEiQ/TiwkP1wxKgI/AAAAAAAACds/EBZC_IBnqHc/s640/044.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were admiring the people at Sticky doing their thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XhrqprkFzio/TiwklAYyutI/AAAAAAAACdw/cvNqAezGZE0/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XhrqprkFzio/TiwklAYyutI/AAAAAAAACdw/cvNqAezGZE0/s640/046.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It looked so fun i wanted to snatch the knife from them and do it myself xD Fen said the sweets were really really good and i was sooo tempted to buy it BUT I AM WATCHING MY DIET SO THAT I WON'T GET ANY ROUNDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... and then we went to J.Co for doughnuts omg i love sweet stuff :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wvm1bABwwlI/Tiwk6h49gKI/AAAAAAAACd0/NiSZXTyYLPk/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wvm1bABwwlI/Tiwk6h49gKI/AAAAAAAACd0/NiSZXTyYLPk/s640/047.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fen was so kind to let me take a (decent) picture of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8avqT_ECTf4/TiwlOsx_xGI/AAAAAAAACd4/CGv17MDrfCI/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8avqT_ECTf4/TiwlOsx_xGI/AAAAAAAACd4/CGv17MDrfCI/s640/048.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not her bro. He must have had an ancestor who died taking pictures &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5J-U3btl8EQ/Tiwlj59ONMI/AAAAAAAACd8/rHsgEB819SA/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5J-U3btl8EQ/Tiwlj59ONMI/AAAAAAAACd8/rHsgEB819SA/s640/050.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i crashed at my bro's place for the 2 nights i was there. His apartment was awwwesomeee T.T Are college students supposed to get such a good place to stay??? I thought you're supposed to be staying in a matchbox with nothing more than a bed and a study table. And maybe a closet lol. (Not to mention, i don't see a single study table in the whole apartment lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went there on Wednesday, which is my bro's birthday. They had a little celebration that night, and we all had a little drink and ...... that's all okay hahaha okay anyway the next day i woke up at about 9am. I knew that was a little too early but what to do i just woke up and couldn't sleep back. So i cleaned up the mess last night and swept the apartment a little since it was an almost pig sty lol. AM I EVOLVING INTO AN OCD?!? Definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, i was starving cos we didn't have dinner last night (so the alcohol literally burnt my stomach yesterday omggg) but i didn't know whether they have a 'my food you don't touch' thing there, so i didn't dare to make myself anything. And i don't know where are the keys so i can't go down and grab myself something to eat. So i'm stuck. Tis a sad life T.T And so, i read my book on the couch - Land of a hundred wonders by Lesley Kagen. And then it got a little stuffy so i opened the balcony door.... and took a few pictures hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVX3Mw-PxIE/Tiwl5sVhX2I/AAAAAAAACeA/doGMbZQ8WEc/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVX3Mw-PxIE/Tiwl5sVhX2I/AAAAAAAACeA/doGMbZQ8WEc/s640/051.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my bro's college. Only within walking distance so convenient right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9EaEFjyWz4U/TiwmPzloQeI/AAAAAAAACeE/DUIQcf1X2oo/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9EaEFjyWz4U/TiwmPzloQeI/AAAAAAAACeE/DUIQcf1X2oo/s640/052.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Sri KDU, a private school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ry1hJSfaNCM/TiwmiYlxQbI/AAAAAAAACeI/66DZEUI8z28/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ry1hJSfaNCM/TiwmiYlxQbI/AAAAAAAACeI/66DZEUI8z28/s640/053.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have no idea what's that but anyhow i took a picture lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got sleepy again so i slept on the couch... till i heard some clanking sound from the kitchen, and voila!! No it's not my bro's collegemate/housemate. It's my bro's housemate which is a working guy who woke up to work. Lol. MY LIFE SAVIOUR I TELL YOU. He offered to make some coffee for me so i quickly said thank you T___T My poor starving stomach had to settle for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i continue alternating between reading my book and walking a few rounds around the house because i was bored like that. Till 2pm. YES 2.00PM/ 1400!! Sigh. And i had to force my brother to wake up too. So by this time my stomach was literally having its own beatbox inside already and then luckily my bro made me some instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went out to drop my bro's roommate Meol for exams at SEGi, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7bSjboex3w/Tiwm5mFJTYI/AAAAAAAACeM/lYNiUNVY9UI/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7bSjboex3w/Tiwm5mFJTYI/AAAAAAAACeM/lYNiUNVY9UI/s640/055.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitz.fm was there giving away freebies! And i spot a whole stack of Dunkin Donuts boxes. And then my bro drove past them and wind down the window, asking "Hey are those for giveaways?" and the gal said "Yeah yeah i have a lot of things to give away, there are movie tickets and all! Go park your car and come here!" and then my bro went "OKAY OKAY I GO AND PARK NOW!!" and then he stopped the car somewhere and left me in my car while he and his friend went out T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there was some game you had to play and my bro together with his friend got first runner up and champion. The champion got tickets for the MTV World Stage and the first runner up (my bro) got movie tickets to American Captain premier! Jealous much. I loooove freebies x) Okay at least i get to enjoy the doughnuts lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ASZJi72AGY/TiwnQbWXANI/AAAAAAAACeQ/1uecPChHLcs/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ASZJi72AGY/TiwnQbWXANI/AAAAAAAACeQ/1uecPChHLcs/s640/056.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's my (very happy) bro and the champion right next to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-cL3UTycYw/TiwnlEm6pPI/AAAAAAAACeU/5jogxuFRpxM/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-cL3UTycYw/TiwnlEm6pPI/AAAAAAAACeU/5jogxuFRpxM/s640/059.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Meol having doughnuts cos he saw the truck on the way to his class and he turned back lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait there's another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnxfZpDrUzs/TiwoBdPCJ5I/AAAAAAAACec/6W4129mbAIM/s1600/063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnxfZpDrUzs/TiwoBdPCJ5I/AAAAAAAACec/6W4129mbAIM/s640/063.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The best seaweed in my life no kidding *deadseriousface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as i remember, i HATED seaweed because i tried having some last time when i was little and i told myself NO MORE SEAWEED SNACKS cos it tasted that bad. And i missed lunch today so i was ransacking my mom's kitchen for stuff and voila! I saw this. I saw the expiry date and it was only a few months away so i thought okay lah maybe i'll take a bite of this and look for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took a bite for me to love it omg i will stock up on this when i study for my exams next time in Sunway. Oh. I haven't update you guys on my education dilemma (if you're not bored of it yet :P ). I'm going to do BSc (Hons) Accounting and Finance in Sunway University. And that's final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys soon tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait show you my loots first huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kgUPRfdOnwQ/Tiwnw27u5aI/AAAAAAAACeY/RDadQzb-EhY/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kgUPRfdOnwQ/Tiwnw27u5aI/AAAAAAAACeY/RDadQzb-EhY/s640/061.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bought so many things at only a few places lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bai bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-220621200253063958?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/220621200253063958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=220621200253063958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/220621200253063958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/220621200253063958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-dead-not-yet.html' title='Not dead... not yet.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKt2knwUzgw/TiwjS4YmAfI/AAAAAAAACdg/VlCceaaVkmM/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-8952737343604008170</id><published>2011-07-17T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:46:08.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Now what?</title><content type='html'>Well, my placement for an IPTA might not be a secret anymore since it's all over facebook even though i did not update on my status or shout it out loud anywhere. And since most of my readers are on my list in facebook... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first saw the result on the screen saying that i was accepted into UniMaS for International Economics, i was a tad bit happy, actually. Because deep down, my heart and my brain knew that i wasn't that all for accounting. But still, i'm looking for a loophole or thinking about enrolling in a private university so that i'm able to study accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?????!!!!!??!?!?!?!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend just asked me something regarding accounting barely 15 minutes ago, and it was a really basic thing. I don't remember how to do it, but i remembered it was a basic thing. So i frantically flipped through my old books and notes while i calmly asked him to "hold on while i refer to my old notes". This struck me like a lightning. Or maybe like a lorry falling on an ant. Cos it really did hit me, hard on the head. I just remembered how much i HATED doing accounting in the beginning, and how i struggled with the ever-changing debit credit entry. Or maybe it's just because i was slow huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that i'd 'just' suffer 3 years and then i can have a slightly smoother sailing life after graduation.. That was just plain naive. I completely forgot how the word suffer means back then, because it was so long ago. And university level accounting is not the same as STPM accounting. Am i really up to it? Can i really survive without hanging myself during finals or something wtf. Maybe it's a way of God telling me not to do it *finding excuses* But still.. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me of Your way, Lord. I'm like, kinda dying from making decisions here T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, these will be waiting for me in Kuching, according to Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.backpackingmalaysia.com/images/gallery/kuching/kuching-waterfront2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.backpackingmalaysia.com/images/gallery/kuching/kuching-waterfront2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tophotelsmalaysia.com/images/hotels/hilton-kuching/suite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://www.tophotelsmalaysia.com/images/hotels/hilton-kuching/suite.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaXnzNJvBdA/TFrO3_OV2mI/AAAAAAAAB54/CWEzy1ufx8I/s1600/kuching-festival-2010+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaXnzNJvBdA/TFrO3_OV2mI/AAAAAAAAB54/CWEzy1ufx8I/s640/kuching-festival-2010+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK9viaeXnUE/TScGouIeT4I/AAAAAAAAAZM/IExXZ6PTd-4/s1600/2011-01-01+Kuching+-+river+in+borneo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK9viaeXnUE/TScGouIeT4I/AAAAAAAAAZM/IExXZ6PTd-4/s640/2011-01-01+Kuching+-+river+in+borneo.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You're not packing your bags to fly to Kuching already? I'm halfway to the airport now! - mentally wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And according to google, my future university would look like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.panoramio.com/photos/original/7112306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://static.panoramio.com/photos/original/7112306.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fso.com.my/images/unimas_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.fso.com.my/images/unimas_5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PiEdVgbi5M/Tfm8eUMMAcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qWzPjxbldms/s1600/F8F8D0A1-CE7D-4BC8-91DC-67FADEC65DD5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PiEdVgbi5M/Tfm8eUMMAcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qWzPjxbldms/s640/F8F8D0A1-CE7D-4BC8-91DC-67FADEC65DD5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't look like this when i get there (if i get there) can i sue Google? Charissa would help me hahaha. It's so ironic when she was gonna leave M'sia and i was supposed to stay in Malasia (peninsular) and then when the IPTA results came out, it was the opposite. Well, both stays in M'sia but i (might) leave Peninsular Malaysia and she stays in Peninsular Malaysia. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It's time for deep thinking again and maybe getting all emo again wtf is that all i'm made of? T.T Fail. Okay time for tea bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-8952737343604008170?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/8952737343604008170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=8952737343604008170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8952737343604008170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8952737343604008170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/07/now-what.html' title='Now what?'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaXnzNJvBdA/TFrO3_OV2mI/AAAAAAAAB54/CWEzy1ufx8I/s72-c/kuching-festival-2010+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-2418564774495724871</id><published>2011-07-14T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T21:57:26.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My gluttonous trip to Ipoh</title><content type='html'>Greetings from the me who had spent the last 13 days watching movies after movies and dramas after dramas. From all these, i've at LEAST spent 50 hours in front of the monitor or the TV. Thumbs up for me anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway i accidentally had bangs don't ask me how is that possible it's just possible so you won't see me having pictures of myself with bangs at all wuwuwuwu T____T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I just wanna tell you guys of a 2D1N trip i had with my family (except my sister cos she's halfway across the globe now) to Ipoh, and that trip was filled with AWESOME FOOD i tell you AWESOME AWESOME FREAKING AWESOME!! And i learnt a lesson during this trip ; never be lazy to stuff your camera in your clutch and hope that your brother will take lots of pictures for you to upload on your blog because at one time he will say you're annoying and sweep you off *hides in a corner, drawing circles on the floor * - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;those who watches Ouran High School Host Club, it's what Tamaki always does huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I still have pictures, but not those that i have mentally captured in my mind so that i could tell you guys and share the happiness i had while consuming those heavenly food *eyes gazes in the sky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So we went to this Restaurant called :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EGYaiRQHSBM/Th2GJDs4rsI/AAAAAAAACcQ/nuDlT7wuAnY/s1600/075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EGYaiRQHSBM/Th2GJDs4rsI/AAAAAAAACcQ/nuDlT7wuAnY/s640/075.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kok Thai Restaurant in Tasek. It's a Chinese restaurant. Just in case you were like the guy that sat beside me at the table, thinking that it's a Thai restaurant (:&lt;br /&gt;Psssst that was an awesome bowl of fried rice btw but we were too stuffed to stuff them into our system anymore so a lot of them were gone to waste. Boooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFqMK0mUyqU/Th2BVeaHdvI/AAAAAAAACbw/3lqPX10vKdE/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFqMK0mUyqU/Th2BVeaHdvI/AAAAAAAACbw/3lqPX10vKdE/s640/014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before i forget, it's my father's 30th anniversary in ExxonMobil dinner. ExxonMobil is such a great company that cares for its employees, i would love to work there one day. Eh no joke i seriously think it's a good company. How many companies care so much for their employees? (Apart from having anniversary dinners, there are so many other benefits too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNrkUbjchRg/Th2D-13sTkI/AAAAAAAACcA/btmoRP8qmGE/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNrkUbjchRg/Th2D-13sTkI/AAAAAAAACcA/btmoRP8qmGE/s640/033.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the menu of the night, and my father's boss's boss asked me what it's written there (he's white)...... and the only thing i could only tell him is that i THINK the fifth dish is a vege. I humiliated the Chinese race i should be hung to death T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDxuVSk9WDM/Th2Elqpr4kI/AAAAAAAACcE/Xb9kQE4UP50/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDxuVSk9WDM/Th2Elqpr4kI/AAAAAAAACcE/Xb9kQE4UP50/s640/039.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crabs that has ever, ever EVER entered the premises of my mouth wtf i can't contain my excitement &amp;nbsp;i can still taste the sweetness of the crab meat in my mouth om nom nom nom.... *almost delusional now*. Alaskan crabs cooked in egg white and XO. Ommmmmm T___T I'm gonna die if i see this again huhuhu #hyperventilates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCZ1hH8uLZM/Th2FJoSw2iI/AAAAAAAACcI/nx8g91DB2cI/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCZ1hH8uLZM/Th2FJoSw2iI/AAAAAAAACcI/nx8g91DB2cI/s640/042.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is a very common sight especially for Chinese at a Chinese wedding dinner. But this time, it's a little different. The way of eating. They provided lettuce, sliced &lt;i&gt;nangka&lt;/i&gt;, apples, and water apple (googled 'jambu air in English' lol). How do we eat it? We get a small piece of lettuce, add a few slice of each of the fruits on it, and a slice of piglet's skin. Finally, we put a teaspoonful of the sauce provided, wrap the lettuce around, and MUNCH. When the captain first demonstrated how to eat it, it was the first i've heard of it and definitely thought it will definitely taste weird. But somehow the adventurous side of me decided to grab all of the ingredients and put them in my mouth... OH MAI GOODNESS. It was good i tell you. It's like, the sweetness of the fruits are collaborating with the fragrance of the piglet's skin and the sauce, together with the crisp of the lettuce... Hmmmm.. It's a new experience, and definitely one of my best (: See? You shouldn't just stick to one way all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's about all the food that i thought was so &amp;nbsp;so SOOOOO good i had to tell you guys about it. The other courses were the same old same old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZwKMa7_hew/Th2Czav7G9I/AAAAAAAACb4/I92YTIKSD60/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZwKMa7_hew/Th2Czav7G9I/AAAAAAAACb4/I92YTIKSD60/s640/022.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's an artsy-ish picture of my chinese tea in a wine glass :P WHAT? They all drink it like that too lol. They had beer in the wine glass too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere along dinner someone brought this to the guy next to me (my dad's boss's boss) to let him try one of my dad's friend's favourite drink. Am i confusing you i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu2XzoQrkk8/Th2DZFlC21I/AAAAAAAACb8/R1m3kJ1efOc/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu2XzoQrkk8/Th2DZFlC21I/AAAAAAAACb8/R1m3kJ1efOc/s640/030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold! My (probably) only favourite beer (: Todi+Stout. I was never a fan of Stout (or any beer - except German beer), and i had never tried Todi before, but i decided to give it a try after all. IT'S SWEET I TELL YOU. I'm a sucker for sweet drinks huhuhu i'd get drunk fast this way =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that i decided to give Todi itself a try. (Btw Todi is fermented coconut tree flower juice? I DUNNO LAH i don't even know if i got the spelling right :P But yeah that's more or less what it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2Fq-qXLc4I/Th2FqcC5GsI/AAAAAAAACcM/BOFLZ-ZiWrI/s1600/070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2Fq-qXLc4I/Th2FqcC5GsI/AAAAAAAACcM/BOFLZ-ZiWrI/s640/070.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SWEET i tell you it's sweet *sobs tear of happiness* And it's a little fizzy. According to my brother, it's still 'breathing' so if you put it in an enclosed bottle the bottle will explode. Facts are ever interesting, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfMxd9HeXyQ/Th2HGB1M38I/AAAAAAAACcY/85nrl8uT4yA/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfMxd9HeXyQ/Th2HGB1M38I/AAAAAAAACcY/85nrl8uT4yA/s640/081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's fruits. Haha just showing you cos i have so limited pictures and so much to tell i don't know what else to put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr_H_D5R-r8/Th2CN-fK1xI/AAAAAAAACb0/DKQqPlHYMss/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr_H_D5R-r8/Th2CN-fK1xI/AAAAAAAACb0/DKQqPlHYMss/s640/016.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how i looked like that night from a very fat angle thank you very much Aaron. Or i should just spend more time on that cross trainer T_____________________________________________T &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;lt;--very long cry because i know how flabby my arms are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw this is right after i had my accidental bangs so i was slopping jars of wax and cans of hairsprays to keep it up. That'll explain why it looks a little weird hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mR95g6FEDJA/Th2Gnjll2VI/AAAAAAAACcU/CncI2wgNAGE/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mR95g6FEDJA/Th2Gnjll2VI/AAAAAAAACcU/CncI2wgNAGE/s640/077.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And that's our table without Aaron cos he took the picture. Pretty girl sitting right across me imagine how my self-esteem felt the whole night T__T She's pretty quiet though. Or maybe i just looked like i was gonna gobble her up when i talk to her lol. But we kinda got to talk in the toilet (of all places) to freshen myself up after all the Todi i had :P I was as red as a lobster you know. Maybe a lot more red than a lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's for Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day no pictures i'm so sorry i left my camera at my aunt's place and went out for breakfast cos i thought there weren't going to be anything worth to take a shot for. HOW WRONG THOU ART YOU DIMWIT! That's my inner voice scolding myself. We went to this AWWWWEEEESOME dim sum place which i forgot the place wtf =.= I kept telling myself to remember the name cos i'm gonna write it in my blog but when i came back, one thing came after the next and therefore the very belated post. I'm gonna pledge to take my camera no matter where i go even though it's so heavy with a full metal body T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay no pictures nevermind i HAD to tell you about this particularly bun (pao). Let's see if my descriptive skills can make your mouth water like no tomorrow! Okay this pao.... The size is almost the same as my palm - very cute. And the filling was.................. &lt;i&gt;lin yung&lt;/i&gt; and salted egg yolk. Go google lin yung lah i don't know how to describe cos i've been told that it's lin yung from young. It's like a kaya-paste-like thing. OMG I TELL YOU it's like eating molten gold *sniff* The minute i sink my teeth into the pao..... my gums and my teeth felt very hot cos the filling was very hot at that time hahahaha but after that it was like.. Ohmmmmmmmmmmm. The consistency of the bread and the filling was a match made in heaven! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know i'm using it wrong but i'm just showing you how well they taste together&lt;/span&gt;. I took two of those paos because it was THAT good :P I hope i never live in Ipoh cos i will definitely be as fat as Jabba from Star Wars in 3 months omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that summarizes my gluttonous trip to Ipoh. Maybe i should invest in a light and small compact camera, sacrificing better picture qualities so that i'll be able to capture every moment i want to huh? I'll save that for some other time. For now let me go back to the delusional state of mind, flashing through the mental snapshots i had of the yummilicious omnomnoms.. Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Edit :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://food.malaysiamostwanted.com/img/images/0000/0006/max/2773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://food.malaysiamostwanted.com/img/images/0000/0006/max/2773.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HERE IS THAT DIM SUM PLACE HAHAHAHAHA i finally remembered the name and i googled it to show you guys x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even googled the address in case you guys want to give it a try (because i freaking highly recommend it omg) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #232323; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Lucida, serif, sans; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAI WOO HONG KONG DIM SUM SDN BHD&lt;br /&gt;22, Tingkat Taman Ipoh 11,&lt;br /&gt;Ipoh Garden South,&lt;br /&gt;31400 Ipoh, Perak, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Telephone : 6017-256 1115 (Louise Khoo), 6012-237 8297 (Frankie Kwok)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-2418564774495724871?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/2418564774495724871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=2418564774495724871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2418564774495724871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2418564774495724871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-gluttonous-trip-to-ipoh.html' title='My gluttonous trip to Ipoh'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EGYaiRQHSBM/Th2GJDs4rsI/AAAAAAAACcQ/nuDlT7wuAnY/s72-c/075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-1460482936906447643</id><published>2011-07-07T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T01:22:55.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Zoom zoom zoom time passes by</title><content type='html'>Hellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now like an empty shell, waiting for the 15th of June so that i can decide my future path ASAP. I think the days are passing by quite fast at the rate i'm going. I wake up at about 10am, i watch movies, dramas, all the way till noon, and sometimes i run errands with my mother and i continue my dramas/movies after that. In the evening, i exercise for about 30minutes (you must think i'm damn healthy and fit now right hahahaha don't worry i'm still as sickly and unfit as last time) and thennnnnn i just hang around on the net surfing every random stuff until i feel sleepy and then i sleep. The days passes by so quickly that it's 6th of June now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i blink my eye again, i'm gonna be experiencing the "OMG I'M GOING TO UNIVERSITY NOW WTH WTH WTH" stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam dam di dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand the clock continues to tick....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-1460482936906447643?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/1460482936906447643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=1460482936906447643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1460482936906447643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1460482936906447643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/07/zoom-zoom-zoom-time-passes-by.html' title='Zoom zoom zoom time passes by'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-392478063057559965</id><published>2011-07-01T12:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T01:01:14.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for the soul'/><title type='text'>A summary of joooon.</title><content type='html'>Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 1st of July. Yesterday marked one month of my days doing clerical work. And it marked the final day of me working before i go into uni soon. I spent the whole of last night playing pool for the first time in so long, and the whole of this morning sweeping and mopping the whole house wtf at this moment i really wish that we're staying in a small condo instead of a two storey semi-D my hands are all red and aching from all that! Anyway. This might be how i'll be spending the month of July, helping out with house chores and learning how to cook (hopefully) so that i won't die from hunger when i'm in uni - according to my mother lol. AAAAAND i really wanted a break from working. So yeah. I realised that i only had 8 posts in June. If the bloody Asus would give me my laptop back ASAP, i would blog more from now onwards too! (: August would be my month for travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. My June. Was practically filled with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrUZ3Y0x5Ro/Tg00oWjdVgI/AAAAAAAACbU/KXjzDZf5eHg/s1600/07062011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrUZ3Y0x5Ro/Tg00oWjdVgI/AAAAAAAACbU/KXjzDZf5eHg/s400/07062011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jND4dvaU-kE/Tg00seWNpgI/AAAAAAAACbg/SdaLiaXQFEQ/s1600/17062011%2528002%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jND4dvaU-kE/Tg00seWNpgI/AAAAAAAACbg/SdaLiaXQFEQ/s320/17062011%2528002%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ozVa8X58oe8/Tg00uBkmmkI/AAAAAAAACbk/seZ6kEuyHq4/s1600/17062011%2528003%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ozVa8X58oe8/Tg00uBkmmkI/AAAAAAAACbk/seZ6kEuyHq4/s400/17062011%2528003%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh wait. Let's not forget, this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V9mkATJU_hs/Tg00rBPD06I/AAAAAAAACbc/h0xbWo5nCaE/s1600/17062011%2528001%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V9mkATJU_hs/Tg00rBPD06I/AAAAAAAACbc/h0xbWo5nCaE/s320/17062011%2528001%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Doesn't this look like heaps of fun??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even brought my iPod to work because i couldn't stand the silence and the clicking of the keyboards and the roaring of the photocopy machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtR_z82TmYw/Tg00veepWTI/AAAAAAAACbo/1oD3HE8G6ts/s1600/17062011%2528004%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtR_z82TmYw/Tg00veepWTI/AAAAAAAACbo/1oD3HE8G6ts/s400/17062011%2528004%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Using the ZAP-ME bear with one eyeball dangling out as a case, this was what kept me going the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay all the sarcasism aside, it was definitely pretty boring and kind of a shock to me at the beginning. I deal with papers, numbers, papers, numbers, LOADS of invoices, more papers, and more numbers. Oh wait and Excel lol. My back ached of sitting the whole day keying in invoices, and i hated my life so much at that point. I'm pretty sure that i had a post or two about that lol. Crazy emo kid, i am. But as time goes by...... (NO i'm not going to say that i started to like it wth) i guess i could tolerate it. If it's only for one month. Aside from all of the above, i actually get to see stuff from a whole new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, i begin to appreciate old people a whole lot more than i already did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manojcsindagi.in/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=1678&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=6" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.manojcsindagi.in/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=1678&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=6" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't know this man i just googled 'chinese old man' for this picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once where an uncle talked to my boss about his life next to me so i had no choice but to listen to it :P He was talking about how his kids refused to help him at his kopitiam unless he fixes air-con or upgrade it into a 'coffee shop' or something like that, so he was forced to hire some foreigners to help him at the kopitiam. "&lt;i&gt;Kui dei kwong ngo geh kopitiam mm gao&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;kelass wor..&lt;/i&gt;" (They said my kopitiam had no class) was his exact words. And he said that some of the customers told him that he was lucky that his kids aren't good in studying, so they are staying put in TI (and not helping their father wtf!), unlike the customer's kids, studying overseas and outstation. By now he was close to tears, and it made me close to tears too omg you had no idea how hard i tried to suppress my tears (you know lah i'm getting so emo nowadays i get moved by the slightest things) and my urge to go give him a big bear hug, telling him "IT'S OKAY UNCLE I WILL NOT GO FOR MY DEGREE/PROFESSIONAL CERT AND I WILL GO HELP YOU AT YOUR KOPITIAM!!! " T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many other stories too, but this was the one that got stuck in my mind so vividly because it really did moved me so much. There was also an uncle from '&lt;i&gt;pa mei/pa boi&lt;/i&gt;' (a place in TI where it's considered not in Town although it's so close to town lol) whom commented on how the people in town has the '&lt;i&gt;gam cheng&lt;/i&gt;'(referring to the neighbourhood spirit) as thin as a paper. And then he took a paper and waved it in the air hahahaha. But it's so true, don't you think? We care about upkeeping our own privacy, reinforcing our alarm systems, get as many dogs as possible to guard the house, fixing metal grills, etc. However, this couldn't be helped, could it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are bad nowadays, and everyone are taking precautions. I mean, if i see someone falling down in the airport i would even think twice or thrice before going there to help them up for the fear of being the victim of drug-traffickers or even pick-pockets. What happened to the good old times where we can help an old gramma to carry her luggages because she's struggling with it or the time where we can help an uncle that fell down and bruised his elbow without so much doubt???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times really have changed, huh? Anyway. Back to the work at the accounting place. I was supposed to go there and help them lighten their load of work, but boy the mistakes i did.... -.- I've sent so many wrong details to the LHDN and one of them was keying in a single girl as married, and his husband was his father wtf T____T i could kill myself this instant. WHY DIDN'T I NOTICE THAT THEIR SUR NAME WAS THE SAME BEFORE SENDING IT?!? That's how absent-minded and ignorant i was. I focused too much on getting the numbers right that i wasn't paying attention to the other things. I mixed up debits and credits a whole lot of time, mainly because i didn't even hear the word debit and credit for, what, 6 months already? And my brain rusted that much. Imagine when i enroll into university soon! By the way i got to know on facebook this morning that the results will be out on the 15th of July wohoo that's 14 days away and i will no longer have to suffer the "what if" questions in my mind anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I guess this concludes my month of June. I guess clerical work has one plus point compared to being a salesperson, which is having the weekends free. That means i get to spend more time with my parents, and sometimes my brother when they're back. So far, i've done 3 jobs and all of them are so different from one another. I've been a salesperson, teacher in a montessory/kindergarten, and an accounting clerk. All of them left me with great experiences, great memories, great lessons, and great friends. I've learnt not to be (too) judgemental to people for various reasons. I learnt how to be (a little bit more) patient with people whom i could not be patient to before this. Now, being an ex-salesperson myself, i now walk in the mall with a not-so-naive thinking anymore. And i go "AHA! I've used that trick before hohoho you're not scamming me into buying this *with a big fat inner grin in my head*".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like i turned over a new leaf right but believe me i'm still the same Fiona, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thank you for visiting my blog although i've been such a passive blogger nowadays and stay tuned for more updates about my life at home hahahahaha -____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-392478063057559965?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/392478063057559965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=392478063057559965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/392478063057559965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/392478063057559965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/07/summary-of-joooon.html' title='A summary of joooon.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrUZ3Y0x5Ro/Tg00oWjdVgI/AAAAAAAACbU/KXjzDZf5eHg/s72-c/07062011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-2053253271705726421</id><published>2011-06-27T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T01:03:50.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Rotating slowly in my own pace.</title><content type='html'>I am found guilty for abandoning my blog for a decade i'm sowwwwiee *big puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is.... I'm busy...... Catching up on the life that i never had last time - dramas whole day long wtf -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah i'm slowly developing into this useless dumb shoujo fat maggot that does nothing but cry over drama all day long bwahahaha i can't believe i just said that WHERE IS THE OLD FIONA HIDING?!?? T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to sob for every little emo scene on screen if i continue doing this for every drama i'm going to go blind soon -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. On top of that, i had a lot of things going on in my mind these few weeks. Particularly last week because i sent THREE FREAKING WRONG STUFF TO LHDN. I felt so bad because all the aunties had to clean up my mess and send letters to LHDN and stuff T.T And so far... Guess how many wrong transactions i keyed in UBS? 233!! *proud for various unknown reasons* What if i become and accountant in the future and key in the wrong number and costs the company a few thousand dollars loss?? #killsmyself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'll further elaborate on my job the next post or something. MY LAPTOP IS STILL NOT BACK FML. I usually don't say fml cos i love my life so much ahem but this time it really sucked cos all the Asus i've seen had NO PROBLEMS but whyyyyy it had to be mine??&lt;br /&gt;WHY. Whyyyyyy. Whaiiii?? &amp;nbsp;Okay enough diao-ing cos i wanna show you my......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kHE0bKO4Jpo/TgdR-kLMBfI/AAAAAAAACa8/_ALn1rVOgXU/s1600/fiona%2527s+misc+670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kHE0bKO4Jpo/TgdR-kLMBfI/AAAAAAAACa8/_ALn1rVOgXU/s400/fiona%2527s+misc+670.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MY RED HAIR HAHAHAHA no lah actually it just looks super red here. It's the exact same colour the rest of my hair but it looks RED. Hmm. As some of you know, i wanted to get my hair done in green, but after consulting the hairstylist.. It did not happen T.T I'm too chicken to bleach my hair and too lazy to re-do my hair every month or so because green fades off into a very eeky weird tone of yellow+green+orange so it's super high maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. I thought you guys would forget how i looked like so here's another picture of me before going to work lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GIim9PDKbqQ/TgdR1uJ89QI/AAAAAAAACa4/7OQCvx0-q40/s1600/fiona%2527s+misc+645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GIim9PDKbqQ/TgdR1uJ89QI/AAAAAAAACa4/7OQCvx0-q40/s400/fiona%2527s+misc+645.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;T______T at the pimple scars the pimples gave me. This was before i touched up my black roots.That's how little my hair have grown in 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some random images i've taken throughout the decade that you didn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H6-3i3KrHoc/TgdSHxgjxyI/AAAAAAAACbA/aMnUAZlBG-A/s1600/fiona%2527s+misc+638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H6-3i3KrHoc/TgdSHxgjxyI/AAAAAAAACbA/aMnUAZlBG-A/s400/fiona%2527s+misc+638.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jusco's potato bread ftw!!! xDDDDDDD I would die with these by my side hohohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAYoStHaEu4/TgdRrxW9mUI/AAAAAAAACa0/Se0oO1FTy7g/s1600/fiona%2527s+misc+640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAYoStHaEu4/TgdRrxW9mUI/AAAAAAAACa0/Se0oO1FTy7g/s400/fiona%2527s+misc+640.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous Uncle Bob's chicken from Hutan Melintang is here!! Back when i was in Form 6, my classmates were &lt;i&gt;raving&lt;/i&gt; about this and they had 2 trips there just for these but somehow i missed BOTH the trips T__T But nevermind they came to me now hahahaha but it wasn't as good as i imagined it to be -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jsk8f_FIVws/TgdV5kiZzGI/AAAAAAAACbI/iSaqxJTIALY/s1600/fiona%2527s+misc+635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jsk8f_FIVws/TgdV5kiZzGI/AAAAAAAACbI/iSaqxJTIALY/s400/fiona%2527s+misc+635.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kampar's awesome beef soup noodles xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUrshcOnSfY/TgdWJFqAsaI/AAAAAAAACbM/DevP5Zsz_yw/s1600/fiona%2527s+misc+636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUrshcOnSfY/TgdWJFqAsaI/AAAAAAAACbM/DevP5Zsz_yw/s400/fiona%2527s+misc+636.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One word of advise : if you don't specifically say what you want in your soup, they will give you all sorts of weird stuff in your soup eg. intestines, and i don't know what's the rest but they don't look normal to me lol. So yeah i asked for meat ONLY cos i had them once before soi knew how to order this time huhu #proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i seem like i've been transforming into a glutton too? Hmm prolly the size of my tummy will tell you T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay another selfless picture of myself before my current work and i'm gone to Neverland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqDDpdxEaEI/TgdVqduTHdI/AAAAAAAACbE/K3FuRg-itp4/s1600/fiona%2527s+misc+653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqDDpdxEaEI/TgdVqduTHdI/AAAAAAAACbE/K3FuRg-itp4/s400/fiona%2527s+misc+653.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hahaha i meant Slumberland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyasumii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-2053253271705726421?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/2053253271705726421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=2053253271705726421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2053253271705726421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2053253271705726421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/06/rotating-slowly-in-my-own-pace.html' title='Rotating slowly in my own pace.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kHE0bKO4Jpo/TgdR-kLMBfI/AAAAAAAACa8/_ALn1rVOgXU/s72-c/fiona%2527s+misc+670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-361242607593057128</id><published>2011-06-14T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:24:15.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Time is in my hands.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the emo-ness oozing out from my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay anyway i'm much better now, i think. I'm starting to embrace my job in the midst of the 2nd last week, so yeah. I had the same feeling when i was just starting to do accounts in the beginning of Form 6. I remember how much i whined, ranted, and HATED accounts then. But somehow along the way when i got better at it, and i finally got to understand the concept, i was at peace with Accounts. Or some sort. I think that was what lead me to choosing accounts as my first choice when applying for IPTA. So..... I think i'm going to take up this challenge, even though a lot of people told me that the route of an accountant is a living hell. I'm going to bear the &amp;nbsp;torture of searching the RM6 that didn't tally for 2 hours. I think i'm ready. For this big step.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH who am i kidding i'm shaking in fear at the thought of it T______T But my God will be with me (: I'm sure He won't let me fall into depression and not being able to give birth due to the mental stress hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay career path aside, i just finished my first Korean drama!! As much as i want to sneer at myself in your place, i kinda liked it! I thought it was a Meteor Garden rip-off (as i've said in Twitter), but the fact is that Meteor Garden is a rip-off of this! *hides in shame* So, lesson learnt don't judge before knowing the truth haha. Okay the name of this drama is called Boys Over/Before Flowers. It has a typical storyline, and the typical happy ending BUT i don't care cos i'm a sucker for happy endings! (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Not to mention, there was this pat where i cried SO MUCH for a few episodes to the extent that my eyes were swollen the next day - had to ice them before i went to work -,- &lt;/span&gt;) Let me introduce you to my favourite guys (yes, plural).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dkCJth5H43o/TfdlH8_J4RI/AAAAAAAACas/5eGpHbLnJpw/s1600/20090323_leeminho_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dkCJth5H43o/TfdlH8_J4RI/AAAAAAAACas/5eGpHbLnJpw/s640/20090323_leeminho_3.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goo Jun Pyo (Lee Min Ho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEXptde1aSQ/TfdlIuXFxdI/AAAAAAAACaw/l46AZIFAoUI/s1600/283742-kim_bum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEXptde1aSQ/TfdlIuXFxdI/AAAAAAAACaw/l46AZIFAoUI/s640/283742-kim_bum.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim Bum (Yi Jung)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha it's so typical of me to have guys i rave over in a show but hey that's the reason they put so many pretty guys in the show right? I think these kind of stupid, childish, teenage girl kind of dream made into a drama is more or less an escapede for us girls, from the harsh realities of the world. I used to (and still do) think that dramas, especially drams like these are a waste of time. But hey, what do i have to loose at a time where i have gazillions of hours to waste before school starts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha moving on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very familiar dilemma about what to do with my hair. It's still too short for me to do another perm (which i am itching to have since my natural curls are starting to show at the roots and i'm dying for a change) and it's too soon for me to colour it green (which i am also itching to do!). I can't do both at the same time, so i gotta do one now and save one for December. Aaaaah the meaningless dilemmas in my life (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My laptop is still not back yet, and that's partly the reason that i wasn't blogging as frequently. I have this weird thing about blogging using the desktop so yeah haha everyone has something weird in their lives that can't be explained right? Like how you vege, onions, or potatoes to be super soft instead of the normal consistency. I remember Charissa likes that too so i'm not the only weirdo okay hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-361242607593057128?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/361242607593057128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=361242607593057128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/361242607593057128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/361242607593057128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-is-in-my-hands.html' title='Time is in my hands.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dkCJth5H43o/TfdlH8_J4RI/AAAAAAAACas/5eGpHbLnJpw/s72-c/20090323_leeminho_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-1141010349959660482</id><published>2011-06-08T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T00:56:46.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Hey you, how's life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Good?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Good to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? It sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guess what? Me too. Maybe even worse than yours. I'll let Fiona elaborate on that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning : Word-heavy post. Might contain a few swear words here and there. Leave if you're not up for it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Angry Fiona&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my not-even-one-month-old Asus is now on its way to the Asus factory somewhere in Malaysia, WAITING TO BE SCRATCHED(again) BY SOME TECHNICIAN WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT LAPTOPS ON WARRANTY. It was working fine, and suddenly one day the webcam settings went haywire and made me look like i'm an android or something. After about a few days troubleshooting myself, i asked for my technician friend's help. After he failed, warranty was the only way :( WTF to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not to have my personal PC. Where i can blog in the comfort of my own room, where i can cry whenever i get a little too emo writing a post. I can't upload stuff at ease because i don't have any photos in the shared desktop, and i gotta fetch my portable hard disk from upstairs to do it. (Yeah yeah yeah i'm lazy, aren't we all?). And i'm not gonna be on MSN or Skype. Blergh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my laptop comes back super flawed?! I even asked my friend to stick a notebook skin on top of it to protect it. So when it comes back, i gotta take it out again and it'll be all sticky and guey :( Anyhow i'm afraid that it'll come back with another problem and i gotta send it back again wtf if that happens i gotta complain to my boss kao kao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Working Fiona&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there! Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having sooooo much fun at work! Let me tell you a little bit about what i do. I go to work before 9.30am every morning because somehow i was entrusted with the keys to the office, therefore i gotta go and open it. Since i'm the first one there, i gotta switch on all the switches to whatever we'll be using throughout the day, and continue what i've left off the day before.... until lunch time. Yeap. There's no time to stone before anyone comes because it's really that busy at this time of the year. And after lunch time, SOMETIMES the boss will bring her poodle along and that is pretty much the only entertaining thing happening every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! There's another super cool thing i do every day. Cracking secret codes. You don't believe me? Try reading the same chinese characters that looks different EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU READ IT. Yeap. The thing with dealing with these chinese shop/restaurant's accounts, they freaking use chinese characters in their records! Some of them write their stuff in English, yes, but then out of nowhere a few chinese words would pop out. And then, i gotta stand up, go to the nearest person and get 'em translated for me. And then i sit down to continue keying in the receipts. And then, after a few receipts, another chinese one pops out again! And the process repeats itself. Sometimes i get smart and mark a few chinese ones so that i can ask them altogether at once, but by the time i reach my desk, i already forgot what she told me because you have NO IDEA how those chinese words look so similar to each other! And sometimes they are the same words, but trust me they look totally DIFFERENT from each other! So i had to stand up and ask again. Double work. Wtf to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo thankful that this isn't my permanent job. But still, after i graduate, isn't this more or less what i'll be doing? Sometimes, it seems tolerable to me. Sometimes, i feel like just hanging myself sitting at that desk for another 5 minutes. I brought my iPod to work once, and that was the only thing the day passed quickly. Can i bring my iPod to work everyday? One day i'll get bored of listening to music the whole day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must the whole world be so judgemental? What, if i become an air-stewardess, i'm a hooker on air is it?? If i become an accountant i'm a boring person from the inside out is it? If i become a shrink one day i will become a patient myself is it?? Who sets the fine line between a 'noble job' and a 'normal job'? Aren't we supposed to respect and appreciate every job in the society since we need every single one of them to get the world going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we are forced to do or think the way the society teaches us. We are this only if we do that. We will become this only if we do that. Who says that that is the way we are supposed to live our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i'm no fan of Selena Gomez, here's a song as a break from all those words lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/BzE1mX4Px0I/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzE1mX4Px0I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzE1mX4Px0I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Heartbroken Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken Fiona is heartbroken because of several reasons. Okay lah actually just two but wtf two is enough for a lifetime's worth of pain okay. Who would have guessed that friends would cause such an extent of heartbreak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel like elaborating much so i'll just brush through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i'm like semi-marooned by this one group of friends, only if a certain someone is around. If that certain someone is NOT around, they treat me like how they used to treat me last time. As a normal human being, as a friend. As much as i want to admit it, i am NOT that seductive that every testosterone-filled creature that gaze upon me will fall into my vixen trap okay? Even if that's so, i'm pretty much a loser vixen who can't set her spell upon the victim she wishes to have. ANYWAY. Deal with thy insecurities thyself okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. I'm stuck in the middle of a situation where i have one of my closest friends on the left, and a friend whom i just got to know this year on the right. From a third person's perspective, i've done what i've done. But it still seems like it's the 'wrong' thing to do. What is the 'right' thing to do? Say something which is clearly wrong when i know what is clearly right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thinking Fiona&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or did anyone realise that my emo posts outnumbered my un-emo posts nowadays? Is it due to the fact that i'm aging? Or is it just the fact that i have too much time on my hands doing NOTHING (not entirely true) so i have too much time to think and hence on the verge of falling into depression? Maybe i am, maybe i'm not. My life seems to be in an upside down position now, and i haven't even started university yet! I foresee a bigger and gloomier storm ahead of me after my graduation wtf T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so much these days. I think when my body runs on auto pilot whilst keying in the receipts and cheques and stuff during work. Seriously i think i'm damn geng you know. I can key in while think about everything under the sun (without mistakes some more haha!) and when the auto-pilot part of me realised there's an error somewhere, i gain full attention, solve the error, and then i go back to auto-pilot/thinking again. What do i think of? Everything. How i hate my job, how my eyes gets SO tired looking at numbers and the computer screen the whole day, how my tummy is getting bigger and bigger each day but my numerous attempts of going on that cross-trainer seems to fail every single time (FML), how i feel terribly guilty and sorry for Mother Nature since i now have 8 freaking air-cons in my house even though we don't switch them on all the time, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the article where my friend teased me about women being overthinkers in one of the MUET practices we did in class were true. I guess having too much time on one's hands are dangerous. Maybe that's why i've been such a workaholic (according to cal). Even now, with the current job, i still keep myself busy and work the whole day with minimum breaks while all the aunties in the office keep telling me to give myself a break. But somehow when i'm working i can still run on auto-pilot wtf =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment.... I'm depressed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Fiona is now kind of tired and gotta sleep so that she will be fully charged to go into battlefield tomorrow! More secret codes to crack. I'm so proud of myself *sniff*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyasumi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-1141010349959660482?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/1141010349959660482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=1141010349959660482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1141010349959660482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1141010349959660482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-you-hows-life.html' title='Hey you, how&apos;s life?'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-6870519806817561250</id><published>2011-06-05T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:06:23.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Snip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKvVtAxbGVk/Tes2Qseoj7I/AAAAAAAACao/LQomBuMHwP0/s1600/SDC17869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKvVtAxbGVk/Tes2Qseoj7I/AAAAAAAACao/LQomBuMHwP0/s400/SDC17869.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Had a teeny weeny bit of a hair cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hair will take forever to grow long if i use the healthy way to grow it :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patience is a virtue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-6870519806817561250?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/6870519806817561250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=6870519806817561250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/6870519806817561250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/6870519806817561250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/06/snip.html' title='Snip!'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKvVtAxbGVk/Tes2Qseoj7I/AAAAAAAACao/LQomBuMHwP0/s72-c/SDC17869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-5165264420848414869</id><published>2011-06-05T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:57:41.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Webcam.</title><content type='html'>Is important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piw9sFU855M/Tepl7_sYdgI/AAAAAAAACac/Z9FvxNE0Buk/s1600/image201106010003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piw9sFU855M/Tepl7_sYdgI/AAAAAAAACac/Z9FvxNE0Buk/s400/image201106010003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because i can take a picture while listening to a makeup tutorial by frmheadtotoe with Howard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzIrbHXyL-c/Tepl9NAmlPI/AAAAAAAACag/-UooWQjQCKk/s1600/pc201106010002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzIrbHXyL-c/Tepl9NAmlPI/AAAAAAAACag/-UooWQjQCKk/s400/pc201106010002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And make silly stuff with Asus Photo Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OkYmE7jOgk/Tepl6idDYKI/AAAAAAAACaY/BUAODfLFR2o/s1600/image201105280006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OkYmE7jOgk/Tepl6idDYKI/AAAAAAAACaY/BUAODfLFR2o/s400/image201105280006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Things like this had to happen to my laptop. Why oh why? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lomRe8FQPjs/TepnR5yfJ_I/AAAAAAAACak/YRUWBcoSevk/s1600/image201105280003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lomRe8FQPjs/TepnR5yfJ_I/AAAAAAAACak/YRUWBcoSevk/s400/image201105280003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't take pictures with my cute cousin without looking like a saturated alien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf Asus i hate you T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-5165264420848414869?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/5165264420848414869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=5165264420848414869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5165264420848414869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5165264420848414869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/06/webcam.html' title='Webcam.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piw9sFU855M/Tepl7_sYdgI/AAAAAAAACac/Z9FvxNE0Buk/s72-c/image201106010003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-8179077757377833173</id><published>2011-06-03T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:46:02.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good stuff'/><title type='text'>New gadgets for him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnBFXhWsGfI/Tejcs0gcYkI/AAAAAAAACaQ/kfiWsigTE0I/s1600/SDC17871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnBFXhWsGfI/Tejcs0gcYkI/AAAAAAAACaQ/kfiWsigTE0I/s640/SDC17871.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Logitech Z305.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah this is not that new but it's still a new gadget for my prince charming. I'm not saying that my Bang &amp;amp; Olufsen speakers aren't any good that's why i bought this speakers. The Z305 is just like the icing on top of the cake. 360 degree sound system some more. For its size, i gotta say it's the best laptop speakers on earth! If you're not too picky about the subwoofers, bass, etc.&lt;br /&gt;It's rather expensive though. I'm probably considering to sell it off since i bought it before knowing i would soon be owning a laptop with awesome speakers. But i loooove this speaker! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4HDgxeTstE/TejdC0Vc90I/AAAAAAAACaU/F1UH8643ZU8/s1600/SDC17873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4HDgxeTstE/TejdC0Vc90I/AAAAAAAACaU/F1UH8643ZU8/s640/SDC17873.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Logitech M505&lt;br /&gt;Guess which one is my new mouse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is........................................ TADAH the one on the left hahaha. It was such an upgrade from my previous Logitech Spot Mouse to the current Logitech M505. Hmmm let me see, i've upgraded from a wired mouse to a wireless one (but the unifying receiver is a tad bit useless for me since i don't use much a lot of wireless Logitech products), from a mouse which has the noisiest scroll wheel on earth to an almost silent one, &amp;nbsp;from an optical mouse to a laser mouse (no more eye-blinding red LED light, yay!) and from a mouse designed for kids (as said on the official Logitech website) to an ergonomically designed one! I no longer need to use a mouse pad or a paper for my mouse now *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to my dada else i'll buy a cheaper wireless Microsoft mouse myself T.T Might be getting a Belkin bag for my Asus in a few days time. Wohoo, the complete set! My laptop is an oasis now *sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-8179077757377833173?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/8179077757377833173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=8179077757377833173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8179077757377833173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8179077757377833173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-gadgets-for-him.html' title='New gadgets for him.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnBFXhWsGfI/Tejcs0gcYkI/AAAAAAAACaQ/kfiWsigTE0I/s72-c/SDC17871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-2104885739571386229</id><published>2011-06-02T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:06:43.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>It's me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Edited : Was blogging halfway when i received THREE complaints that my blog uses too much wtfs nowadays and when i read my soon-to-be-posted post..... Lol okay let's just say the post is 'clean' to read now okay go ahead and enjoy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from my latest work place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2JXCnhPRlQ/TeeQK_Wwg9I/AAAAAAAACaM/pVMA_qv5BdE/s1600/01062011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2JXCnhPRlQ/TeeQK_Wwg9I/AAAAAAAACaM/pVMA_qv5BdE/s640/01062011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss i have my own desk hohoho damn yeng okay. And most of the time for the past 2 days, my desk was filled with these bills. How fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what is the title of my job, but currently i'm creating accounts for companies (teeny little ones) and keying in the numbers. The main reason i switched to this job is to see whether i will like the job in the future or not. And YES i know that after i graduate with a professional cert i won't be doing these stuff but still, it's more or less the same. I stay in the office, 9am-5pm, i get a desk, put a framed picture of me/my family somewhere at my desk with a bonzai next to it, maybe a fish bowl somewhere if the table is big enough, and i deal with numbers, papers, and i'll be facing the computer the whole freaking day. FMFL (F* my future life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only my 2nd day of the job, and i'm almost sure that i DO NOT WANT A JOB LIKE THIS as my career pathway in the future! OMG man seriously damn depressing okay to sit at the desk the whole day long. Not only is it boring, but it's really painful for my back to sit at the same position almost the whole day. It's not like i'm NOT allowed to stand up and walk, but it's just that after i stand up and walk, i have to go and sit down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to deal with people. I'm more of a.. people's person. Though i might complain at times, but i definitely, definitely, definitely prefer people to papers. Why can't my parents see that? Why must they insist that courses that involves people relationship ie. psychology are 'general courses' that 'everyone' can do, and that won't get you 'any jobs'? Why do MOST (if not all) Asians think like that? What did our Asian culture drilled into their minds? Why can't we recognise journalist or an event manager as professionals as well? Are doctors, lawyers and accountants the only respectable jobs? Sigh. Tis a sad life. And i'm stuck in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi told me that if i think about the $$ i'm gonna earn in a few years' time, it might motivate me to go through my degree+ACCA+chartered accountant exam (hopefully). Yes, it did drive me to choose accountancy as my first choice in the IPTA form, and to actually THINK that i will be just fine to go through this journey of hell. But really? Is it really worth all the pain and suffering? Isn't your job supposed to be something you like? Why does everyone's job has to suck? Is the norm of the society priority, or is it your own interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's painful to have a realistic part of me, and another part where i want to unleash the Fiona within me. Mulan would understand me the most T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/ZiLOVazwnWM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiLOVazwnWM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiLOVazwnWM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Though my case is not as exaggerated as Mulan's, i still feel the similar pain. Haaaih now i'm getting emo already. I don't know why these stuff matters so much (sometimes too much) to me. Why can't i be like some of my other friends that just KNOW what they are supposed to do and want to do? Or like those who knows what their parents want them to do and they are totally okay with it because they have no stand on their own? Don't get me wrong, it is sometimes a good thing to not have your own stand and views too much. Just obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaih let me go and emo now. Listen to the Disney sing-along lah (&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I HEART DISNEY OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-2104885739571386229?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/2104885739571386229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=2104885739571386229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2104885739571386229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2104885739571386229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-me.html' title='It&apos;s me!'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2JXCnhPRlQ/TeeQK_Wwg9I/AAAAAAAACaM/pVMA_qv5BdE/s72-c/01062011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-4229083455427785121</id><published>2011-06-01T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:19:00.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>In the 4 days i was missing,</title><content type='html'>I went to china town. For the first time after 20 years of living in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-eOl3kgOl8/TeYTIWiEWqI/AAAAAAAACZQ/HXDYbrb5gaY/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-eOl3kgOl8/TeYTIWiEWqI/AAAAAAAACZQ/HXDYbrb5gaY/s640/009.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where else do you see old chinese man having their haircut at the roadside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjOqwEBfIjQ/TeYTcsJUZmI/AAAAAAAACZU/PJCR3vgKeN0/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjOqwEBfIjQ/TeYTcsJUZmI/AAAAAAAACZU/PJCR3vgKeN0/s640/010.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt really foreign, it felt a little bit like Thailand, and a little bit like China. It's Chinatown in Malaysia, after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0zYaAuwudA/TeYTn-fGCjI/AAAAAAAACZY/VTVKnRTmvLo/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0zYaAuwudA/TeYTn-fGCjI/AAAAAAAACZY/VTVKnRTmvLo/s640/011.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the scorching heat,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mRbMQEIzV2k/TeYTzGMbV7I/AAAAAAAACZc/6WVG34j742k/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mRbMQEIzV2k/TeYTzGMbV7I/AAAAAAAACZc/6WVG34j742k/s640/012.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had this ridiculously smooth tou-fu-fah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5mHbYCUSbqQ/TeYT-5ePMhI/AAAAAAAACZg/t18fD1XkHG0/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5mHbYCUSbqQ/TeYT-5ePMhI/AAAAAAAACZg/t18fD1XkHG0/s640/013.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and soya milk + leong fan. I still don't get why people like it, because i really don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i went to Pudu Raya (the infamous bus terminal in KL) for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4ecQcgjgMg/TeYUKVwhC3I/AAAAAAAACZk/_eBQ1sZVPpk/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4ecQcgjgMg/TeYUKVwhC3I/AAAAAAAACZk/_eBQ1sZVPpk/s640/015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLOODY HELL THIS IS NOT A FREAKING BUS TERMINAL LAH OKAY IT'S A FREAKING AIR PORT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't really make a comparison, but based on the horror stories told from generations to generations about THE Pudu Raya, i painted this picture of the bus terminal being very ghetto, with a few mysterious man in a hoodie standing at each corner, eyeing on the poor innocent passengers just getting down from the bus so that they can find a way to sneak their filthy little hands into their pocket and rob every last penny there is to that poor innocent passenger. Tis a sad world *sniff*.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i got a shock lor okay! I knew that Pudu Raya was undergoing a veeeery long renovation, because right after they started renovating, i started taking the bus to KL. So i didn't get a chance to see the infamous Pudu Raya before it was renovated, but WHOA THIS IS CRAZY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ja-Prk8b6q4/TeYUWNa708I/AAAAAAAACZo/Wi7yfaO1KB8/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ja-Prk8b6q4/TeYUWNa708I/AAAAAAAACZo/Wi7yfaO1KB8/s640/016.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Malaysia is improving, one baby step at a time *sniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by the way i went to Pudu because my mom was supposed to have something to do with some GB girls that were supposed to be in KL for a GB camp. Those were the days where the word GB sound so familiar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a random picture of a little shop somewhere near Pudu Raya&amp;nbsp;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYqf75NncvA/TeYS8FwIP6I/AAAAAAAACZM/TQvXE06B1Sk/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYqf75NncvA/TeYS8FwIP6I/AAAAAAAACZM/TQvXE06B1Sk/s640/008.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One look at it, and i thought "How he shines in the midst of darkness". I put this up in facebook too, but i didn't wanna caption it like that for fear of creating a religious ruckus on facebook. Anyway cal reminded me that this is still a form of an idol. So anyhow this whole picture is wronggg lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paid a visit to Fahrenheit soon after. HOW I LOVE THY AIR-CON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CbS_zxxae5w/TeYUh8UqcgI/AAAAAAAACZs/DPYUMS4UOv4/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CbS_zxxae5w/TeYUh8UqcgI/AAAAAAAACZs/DPYUMS4UOv4/s640/019.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CUPCAKES FTW!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BM0n0FaieSQ/TeYUtyXUW9I/AAAAAAAACZw/zZo35-S8FrI/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BM0n0FaieSQ/TeYUtyXUW9I/AAAAAAAACZw/zZo35-S8FrI/s640/021.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this show/function featuring the transformers and Optimus Prime (WTF!). And two really weird half human half robot girls standing next to him. The spokesperson said "Jangan malu, anda boleh tangkap gambar dengan Optimus Prime. Mari mari mari mari". I WAS SO TEMPTED TO GO OKAY WTF. But then all the little kids started going there and then my bravery shrunk by the milliseconds T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept tugging my dad's sleeves and repeating to my dad "I WANT TO TAKE A PICTUUUUUUUUUUUURE" with a sad face and he kept repeating "Go lah go lah give me your camera i take a picture for you" and then i said "But i maluuuuuuuuuu" and the process kept repeating for a few times. I can't imagine how annoyed and pissed i would be if i was in my father's shoes. Thanks daddy for putting up with such an annoying daughter T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay then we went to Sephora because i wanted to xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i didn't get anything for i was too kiamsiap after knowing that the price for the same product is a lot cheaper in the States! Why Malaysia tax us so much T.T Life is sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Starhill. And i saw a cute guy. On the grand piano. My heart was brutally kidnapped on that very day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiGs1rAVt90/TeYU5esFZ8I/AAAAAAAACZ0/9qEbYtZzZGY/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiGs1rAVt90/TeYU5esFZ8I/AAAAAAAACZ0/9qEbYtZzZGY/s640/023.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you something you don't tell anyone okay =P pretended to stop somewhere near there and toggled with my camera's lighting because my dad just taught me how to toggle with it correctly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hauxRE8fKcM/TeYVF8xZbnI/AAAAAAAACZ4/mM05soGsObg/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hauxRE8fKcM/TeYVF8xZbnI/AAAAAAAACZ4/mM05soGsObg/s640/024.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haihh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWghmjUxLxs/TeYVRlrQgwI/AAAAAAAACZ8/7Gcpps88NAo/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWghmjUxLxs/TeYVRlrQgwI/AAAAAAAACZ8/7Gcpps88NAo/s640/030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama and me. I strictly did not edit myself okay i don't know why i look like a sheet of white paper next to my mom -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5P_xbBMnoo/TeYVlc1i5RI/AAAAAAAACaA/2JclDjHCXvg/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5P_xbBMnoo/TeYVlc1i5RI/AAAAAAAACaA/2JclDjHCXvg/s640/043.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dada and mama somehow got an idea that they will be camouflaged by the models and become models themselves. Hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we went back to Cheras where we are spending the night. AND I SHALL PRESENT TO YOU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9duqsgYZ0E/TeYVy4YHmKI/AAAAAAAACaE/9kzqnOgJ7sw/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9duqsgYZ0E/TeYVy4YHmKI/AAAAAAAACaE/9kzqnOgJ7sw/s640/052.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The impossibly best fu-chok barley that ever existed on the face of the Earth!!! *serious face* I'm not kidding okay damn serious here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's possible, i'll tapao like 5 litres of these and NOT share it with anyone so that i can sip on them the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But due to the fact that i'm that kind and generous with my information, i shall share it with you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2fRFkFQJ8c/TeYV9u1EgXI/AAAAAAAACaI/fmVin0_xcSg/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2fRFkFQJ8c/TeYV9u1EgXI/AAAAAAAACaI/fmVin0_xcSg/s640/054.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture where you can get this mouth-watering fu-chok barley. Because i don't know the exact address to it hahahaha so go search all over Cheras with this picture on your cellphone lah Cheras is not that big only what =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay thanks for stopping by please come again soon (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-4229083455427785121?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/4229083455427785121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=4229083455427785121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/4229083455427785121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/4229083455427785121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-4-days-i-was-missing.html' title='In the 4 days i was missing,'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-eOl3kgOl8/TeYTIWiEWqI/AAAAAAAACZQ/HXDYbrb5gaY/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-1186163473785645995</id><published>2011-05-31T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:44:23.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Shopping spree</title><content type='html'>I had fun these 4 days i was missing. Hahaha i bet everyone was missing me because I WAS SNEEZING LIKE MAD EVERY SINGLE DAY. Or someone was cursing me.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Either way, running nose didn't stop me from having fun at the mall. I think i'm getting better at shopping. As in like i get good deals.&lt;br /&gt;Note : the title of the post is shopping spree, not spending spree. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE I GOT MYSELF 6 TOPS FOR UNDER RM200?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i didn't say i'm a good shopper i just said i'm getting better. Because i really didn't need 6 more tops, and what i really 'need' are killer heels, bags and shorts. But tops are so much more easier to hunt for! *grunt&lt;br /&gt;Sigh and i told myself that i wouldn't get more clothes this trip BEFORE coming here. Bah. So much for self-discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere along the way, i started to value money more than i did before working. Like, i'd start comparing how many painstaking days i had to endure at work for the amount of money i was going to spend on a pair of earrings, and then i'd put it down again. THEN I SPENT 2 HOURS WALKING AROUND IN FAHRENHEIT AND CAME OUT WITH NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;Okay that isn't entirely true, because i bought a nail varnish from Nature Republic that i've read about before and decided to try one bottle first. And a ring from Heart Attack. But that was about it. And both of these didn't cost me RM40. Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make, by the way. While everyone else on earth are spending time on Facebook/idunnowhat, i spent my time online reading reviews about products and random stuff. I think this is a pretty good past time, especially for people like me ; prone to buying bad products. So i thought i'd be smart and avoid that altogether by doing more homework and research before getting a product. Or just to scout around the net for stuff that are good and then when i get a chance to buy it, i'd buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, i paid Daiso a visit today. FREAKING EVERYTHING IS RM5 and there are so many weird/cute stuff there! All hail japanese for their anime and creativity. Okay actually the main reason i went there was to get oil blotters (rice papers) because the last time i got it, it was good. And i've read reviews about it saying that it was good. And i've read articles saying that rice papers are better than those soul-sucking papers by Clean&amp;amp;Clear. So that made me want to stock up on it more. Huhu i'm really easily influenced by what i read.&lt;br /&gt;So, among all the cheap/weird things available in Daiso, i found a few treasures (: Oh the joy of finding something really good in the midst of all the cheap things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qTeZu1tQe7M/TeTG8fJlGYI/AAAAAAAACYs/4zMqLLwvh7w/s1600/SDC17827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qTeZu1tQe7M/TeTG8fJlGYI/AAAAAAAACYs/4zMqLLwvh7w/s640/SDC17827.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up corrector. It's like a make up remover, in a pen form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yhYh2tHAaRU/TeTHISDrVRI/AAAAAAAACYw/P2oH2Y74Y7o/s1600/SDC17828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yhYh2tHAaRU/TeTHISDrVRI/AAAAAAAACYw/P2oH2Y74Y7o/s640/SDC17828.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like this. Feels like balm, but it's FREAKING MAGICAL BALM I TELL YOU. Most prolly this is just makeup remover in solid form, but it's plenty useful for me. Since my mascara+liner always leaves trails of migration on my undereye hence making me look more like a panda than i already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2q87Xrjx2g/TeTHUFzdZEI/AAAAAAAACY0/dP0594zqqDE/s1600/SDC17829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2q87Xrjx2g/TeTHUFzdZEI/AAAAAAAACY0/dP0594zqqDE/s640/SDC17829.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My cream anti-crease eyeshadow from the Balm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R07A07iK60E/TeTHiaE06cI/AAAAAAAACY4/ipmev4RSBIM/s1600/SDC17830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R07A07iK60E/TeTHiaE06cI/AAAAAAAACY4/ipmev4RSBIM/s640/SDC17830.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One swipe of the magic balm, and then wipe it off with tissue and tadaaaah! Magic for RM5. Where to get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i can't do threading now (bohooo), because it is freaking official that it causes me to look like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjPCuIeZ-70/TeTIKAxll5I/AAAAAAAACZE/1Hjtu8bieDQ/s1600/SDC17838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjPCuIeZ-70/TeTIKAxll5I/AAAAAAAACZE/1Hjtu8bieDQ/s640/SDC17838.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This. AAAAH. Wanna die. I love threading because it's sooo clean and it pulls off all the baby hair and it's so fast! Nonetheless, i don't wanna look like this for a week plus every time i do threading, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Y2KUKA2Ry8/TeTHuoqY3EI/AAAAAAAACY8/jEab25Mvsf0/s1600/SDC17833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Y2KUKA2Ry8/TeTHuoqY3EI/AAAAAAAACY8/jEab25Mvsf0/s640/SDC17833.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got myself these a-mah-zeeng tweezers! I was just walking and walking, and then i saw this section FULL of tweezers, i seriously think that i spent almost 10 minutes standing there, comparing each tweezers to see which is better. At last i came to this, because it has that wide tweezer and a smaller one. AND BOY OH BOY, that wide tweezer is soooo good! It pulls off baby hair like zap zap zap zap! HG tweezers for RM5. I love Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qksMznhRbuw/TeTH7D_0JgI/AAAAAAAACZA/uZ8OvHvBuC8/s1600/SDC17834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qksMznhRbuw/TeTH7D_0JgI/AAAAAAAACZA/uZ8OvHvBuC8/s640/SDC17834.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eyebrow scissors. Nothing much to say because it cuts. Nothing much to rave about, except that it only cost me RM5! Daiso ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then i stocked up on my hair vits. For cheaP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTQuAo3cM-o/TeTGMODHbFI/AAAAAAAACYg/Kw_-Zb30u5I/s1600/SDC17816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTQuAo3cM-o/TeTGMODHbFI/AAAAAAAACYg/Kw_-Zb30u5I/s640/SDC17816.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When dada was paying for these, he said "Hair vitamins? I think this is bullshit. Hairs are dead cells, why would they need vitamins?" and then he paid for them. Huhu. But that got me thinking, too. Are hair vits a waste of money? If yes i better stop buying them. But these made my hair feel soooo soft and smell sooo nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i bought a butterfly ring. RM20 only can you believe it hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W6G9tYw6PPE/TeTGs63W8bI/AAAAAAAACYk/ZF_rVkdGMmI/s1600/SDC17817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W6G9tYw6PPE/TeTGs63W8bI/AAAAAAAACYk/ZF_rVkdGMmI/s640/SDC17817.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAOzCOKNH3o/TeTGvLouzpI/AAAAAAAACYo/ZDPjubrf8uM/s1600/SDC17822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAOzCOKNH3o/TeTGvLouzpI/AAAAAAAACYo/ZDPjubrf8uM/s640/SDC17822.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CAN YOU SEE MAH FREAKING CUTE RM 17 EARRINGS?!&lt;br /&gt;Mama said i'll outgrow them cos they're kiddish (=.=) but wth lah they're RM17 only and so so cute i gotta get 'em. SO cute! Btw i PS-ed this picture. Wanted to make my nose bridge higher but i failed miserably so i'll leave my flat nose alone for now. My complexion looks like it has BB cream on it! 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Originally, my momma was supposed to be the teacher and i'm supposed to stay in my room until their break time because i am a 'distraction' to them - oh the rejection T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. My mom pointed a gun at my head and told me that i have to be her assistant in the tuition. So i had to agree :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Why not take the opportunity to play with my freaking old and heavy digicam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I so so so so wanted to buy the Kodak M200 because of its weight and it was on promotion but in the end i decided against it because when you're given more time to think about a purchase the voice at the back of your head will tell you NOT to and by then the promotion period ended already so yeah next time just buy things without thinking okay?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. When i took out my camera, my mommy said to put it away because they won't study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8FgGc_12HY/Td5UK_k3VII/AAAAAAAACXc/qf3u1aQkqhA/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8FgGc_12HY/Td5UK_k3VII/AAAAAAAACXc/qf3u1aQkqhA/s640/017.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's mommy and the two kids, utilising my object of 'distraction' ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mAzkrxPqEiY/Td5Uc5GASXI/AAAAAAAACXg/YiXWBGYWTu4/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mAzkrxPqEiY/Td5Uc5GASXI/AAAAAAAACXg/YiXWBGYWTu4/s640/018.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually all these started with me being obsessed with the cuteness of this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NBLpV6SvkA/Td5T_Mo1_vI/AAAAAAAACXY/Ue17WonBqbY/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NBLpV6SvkA/Td5T_Mo1_vI/AAAAAAAACXY/Ue17WonBqbY/s640/008.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like his tee! Asked him to stand there and show me his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IssdAHVXjJg/Td5U-L5XjjI/AAAAAAAACXk/zHZCwyolBD0/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IssdAHVXjJg/Td5U-L5XjjI/AAAAAAAACXk/zHZCwyolBD0/s640/019.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, this is Howard by the way. He wears a hard rock cafe tee, guess jeans, and adidas shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOwNUYpWTnw/Td5V-VVrzeI/AAAAAAAACX0/xLX4hj1moMw/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOwNUYpWTnw/Td5V-VVrzeI/AAAAAAAACX0/xLX4hj1moMw/s640/026.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Howard's cousin, Jane. She wears GAP for kids dresses and matching adidas shoes with Howard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4BHZthjV8j8/Td5VzKVOBGI/AAAAAAAACXw/KFB6mLAyHU8/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4BHZthjV8j8/Td5VzKVOBGI/AAAAAAAACXw/KFB6mLAyHU8/s640/023.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is Mrs.Wong teaching Howard to read after she used the object of 'distraction'-me for a picture of herself. Picture credits to Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfD_C-oyVvA/Td5VJazpIKI/AAAAAAAACXo/h5EsqQT9VNc/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfD_C-oyVvA/Td5VJazpIKI/AAAAAAAACXo/h5EsqQT9VNc/s640/021.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is me trying to take a self-shot but failed miserably (yet again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NXq6fQjSoCw/Td5VnbmvE9I/AAAAAAAACXs/Ko9XNV7gURE/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NXq6fQjSoCw/Td5VnbmvE9I/AAAAAAAACXs/Ko9XNV7gURE/s640/022.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is Jane's first attempt at the camera and she decided for me to be her model mohahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsBmYHQKtX4/Td5WKpzTIKI/AAAAAAAACX4/-QIy0-mWqYo/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsBmYHQKtX4/Td5WKpzTIKI/AAAAAAAACX4/-QIy0-mWqYo/s640/027.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I forgot what i was sad about but the thing that covered me from my neck and below is Howard's hands after he couldn't stand the distraction caused by Jane, the camera, and me. And decided to join us haha i'm ze deviiiil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8q26J9FXwNo/Td5WXcKtt-I/AAAAAAAACX8/h2AKfAqjGlY/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8q26J9FXwNo/Td5WXcKtt-I/AAAAAAAACX8/h2AKfAqjGlY/s640/033.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't worry they have snack time so i'm not entirely distracting them from their studies. They seem to like the yoghurt pretzels we got as Christmas presents back when we were in the States, so my mom gave it to them to do whatever they want with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ie. eat it like a glutton :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65elFLpxevw/Td5YN-witgI/AAAAAAAACYQ/EArcrgjLf7o/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65elFLpxevw/Td5YN-witgI/AAAAAAAACYQ/EArcrgjLf7o/s640/043.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or eat it whilst posing like a model :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPrB2GwPW7A/Td5WvB17xGI/AAAAAAAACYE/zP1hy-Nx75M/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPrB2GwPW7A/Td5WvB17xGI/AAAAAAAACYE/zP1hy-Nx75M/s640/035.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, you must drink water after every snack or else you will end up coughing or having sore throat. Such tales parents teach their children nowadays *shakes head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5qTLkTehF4/Td5YZda1NpI/AAAAAAAACYU/E-PmB1EyY1U/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5qTLkTehF4/Td5YZda1NpI/AAAAAAAACYU/E-PmB1EyY1U/s640/044.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzQwOsbJmUc/Td5W63SweqI/AAAAAAAACYI/p1pyLjnDCPo/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzQwOsbJmUc/Td5W63SweqI/AAAAAAAACYI/p1pyLjnDCPo/s640/037.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Was playing with the sephia mode my camera had. Was feeling nostalgic because this was what my mom used to teach me and my siblings back when we were old so sephia was the right mode for this shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbNshxXv6Bc/Td5XFX4faXI/AAAAAAAACYM/YAH9rHOSZ3o/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbNshxXv6Bc/Td5XFX4faXI/AAAAAAAACYM/YAH9rHOSZ3o/s640/042.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha kena tipu we had more pictures taken. This was in blue mode because Howard requested for blue - his favourite colour. I'm getting better at self-shots hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esbgH0Rv4vA/Td5YweZdtbI/AAAAAAAACYc/geNM61fzFIQ/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esbgH0Rv4vA/Td5YweZdtbI/AAAAAAAACYc/geNM61fzFIQ/s640/048.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is me being forced to do a 'Gong xi fa cai' pose whilst Jane becomes all bossy and takes a very out of focus picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHDkukOzyLw/Td5Yk5NcFsI/AAAAAAAACYY/9hV7HBP8i9Q/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHDkukOzyLw/Td5Yk5NcFsI/AAAAAAAACYY/9hV7HBP8i9Q/s640/046.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BOO!! It's Jane Loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay thank you for watching please come again good night (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-7505566750947128776?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/7505566750947128776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=7505566750947128776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7505566750947128776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7505566750947128776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/fun-with-howard-and-jane.html' title='Fun with Howard and Jane'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8FgGc_12HY/Td5UK_k3VII/AAAAAAAACXc/qf3u1aQkqhA/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-2543073293838964607</id><published>2011-05-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:45:49.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I ain't stupid, i am four.</title><content type='html'>Do you know when is my favourite time for my current job? It's when all the kids are asleep, and i'm doing my own work, and suddenly one kid decides not to sleep and come sit beside me QUIETLY (i can't stress enough on this word lol) and sees what i'm doing. Like such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8onV481Fqg/Td0S1yTd8_I/AAAAAAAACXQ/66sua8abMgU/s1600/25052011%2528002%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8onV481Fqg/Td0S1yTd8_I/AAAAAAAACXQ/66sua8abMgU/s640/25052011%2528002%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuut, at some point he/she will get sick of being quiet and start talking. And talking. And talking. And talking. About what, you might ask. And my answer would be EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't be deceived by his tender age of four. He was talking to me about his dad's four wheel drive okay lol he asked me where did i park my car. In chinese, "Ni park ni de che zai na li?". And when i showed him, he said my car isn't good because the wheels are small (OMG?????) and yada yada he said his dad's car is good because it can go on rocks and water. I'm assuming he's talking about being off-road and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for being four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entertaining part of my job is that i get to see weirdsomeness. As such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7oRZBmiyIM/Td0S4SIpvoI/AAAAAAAACXU/pLe7Gx1IAsE/s1600/25052011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7oRZBmiyIM/Td0S4SIpvoI/AAAAAAAACXU/pLe7Gx1IAsE/s640/25052011.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SO FREAKING CUTE CAN OR NOT?! Okay maybe from the picture you don't see his cuteness you gotta start talking to him and communicating with him to realise that he's actually freaking cute from the inside out. (Note this all of you who practise favouritism ahem including me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the teachers are tying the girls' hair after their daily noon nap, he was saying that he want to tie his hair too. And just to play along with his little joke, the teachers told him to bring his own band so that they can tie for him the next day. HE FREAKING BROUGHT IT THE NEXT DAY OKAY LOL don't worry he's not gay he's just being cute (: I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaa cuteness overflows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb4MMZ7Wy_s/Td0S0UqTR8I/AAAAAAAACXM/BWNqdWaiEjk/s1600/25052011%2528001%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb4MMZ7Wy_s/Td0S0UqTR8I/AAAAAAAACXM/BWNqdWaiEjk/s640/25052011%2528001%2529.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-2543073293838964607?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/2543073293838964607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=2543073293838964607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2543073293838964607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2543073293838964607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-aint-stupid-i-am-four.html' title='I ain&apos;t stupid, i am four.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8onV481Fqg/Td0S1yTd8_I/AAAAAAAACXQ/66sua8abMgU/s72-c/25052011%2528002%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-7226481997456632990</id><published>2011-05-22T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T14:15:59.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Jehovah Jireh</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in a situation where you're searching high and low for something, and after hours of searching, you finally found out that it's in your pocket, or you're wearing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to the situation stated above, i'm in a state where i'm searching for answers online, through words of mouth, through books, through articles, you name it. I'm searching frantically, high and low, when actually the answer is right in front of me. Prayer. It's not that i haven't been praying about it, what i meant was that i should've voiced out in church, and i would've gotten what i've got today ; peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, i haven't found the answers to my question yet, but at least there's peace in my heart now. I'm now not in the state where i'm OMG I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO OMG OMG HOW HOW HOW as i've been before this. I believe God will be the Provider, he will give me the answers, in time. Maybe not immediately, but definitely in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, i am a very worried person, i really think i am. I worry about the future, i worry about the journey to my future, i worry about how i start the journey to my future, i worry about what i'm going to wear tomorrow lol. At first, i thought i was set on doing the course accounting. I knew that it wasn't my favourite subject, i knew that i might not be able to like my job as an accountant, i knew that i had to make that sacrifice to have a secure job and have a smoother sailing life. I didn't knew what hit me, but i just know i have doubts for accounting now. Will i really be able to make the sacrifice? Will i really be able to sit in an office from 9am to 5pm everyday (except saturday and sunday lol) in my life? What if i happen to hate my job, regret, and hate my life then? Will i fall into depression? Then, will i fall into a stage where i'm unable to give birth and therefore have no descendents? WHAT IF I'M TOO SAD ABOUT MY LIFE I WON'T BE ABLE TO MARRY OMG. See i'm starting it again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these will have to end. I will just have to trust God to lead me to the path of my life. (I trust that God won't lead me into a life full of depression and inability to give birth T.T ) He will provide He will provide so i will just have to STOP all these unnecessary (ahem) worries and leave it all to Him. Gotta pray pray pray pray pray for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly thank God for using Mr.Kerk, Auntie Dorcas and Mr. Lim in church today for helping me at this point of life. Coincidently, today's lesson for our youth fellowship relates to what Mr.Kerk preached really well. The names of God were formed through experience. In this case, i will name my God, Jehovah Jireh (The Provider).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of prayer ESPECIALLY when in a group is ah-maaae-ziiiiiing! Try it and feel the difference yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-7226481997456632990?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/7226481997456632990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=7226481997456632990&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7226481997456632990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7226481997456632990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/jehovah-jireh.html' title='Jehovah Jireh'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-7575904166656200395</id><published>2011-05-21T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T15:18:11.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Aftershock (2010) review</title><content type='html'>Okay i'm reviewing this movie after the 3rd time watching it. The first time i watched it was with my dad, and i kinda held back all my emotions towards the movie because crying in front of your family is just embarrassing like that. My 2nd and 3rd was so much more emotional, and i let the movie really seep into me and embraced the meaning of the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some people might not have heard of this movie before, and believe me, i was in your shoes before this. Honestly, i should thank my dad for downloading every random movie from the net. Because this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q0QXK5JPSU/TddiaEM1bjI/AAAAAAAACWo/etgJBLJNbVI/s1600/e5e374a5b27d43449d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q0QXK5JPSU/TddiaEM1bjI/AAAAAAAACWo/etgJBLJNbVI/s640/e5e374a5b27d43449d.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Might just be one of the best movies i've ever laid eyes upon. *dead serious face so that you won't think i'm exaggerating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Warning before hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; : Prepare a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; box of Kleenex and a waste paper basket beside you prior to watching this. Because it's very potong steam when you start crying and realise there's no tissue for you to wipe your tears and you used your sleeve instead but because you're crying so much your sleeve is drenched with tears already and you don't wanna skip even a second of the movie so you gotta pause the movie to go fetch a box of tissue and a place to throw them in afterwards. So yeah don't say i didn't give you tips on how to enjoy a movie to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever in your life watched a movie that made you cry almost every 10 minutes except for the first 20 minutes of the show? Seriously, wtf?! If someone were to pass by my room and heard me sobbing so hard they'd think i got dumped or something. Or i'm going to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CWm1RlufwUE/TddhQga4gjI/AAAAAAAACWg/54NOQohZRe4/s1600/aftershock-film-tangshan-earthquake-movie-poster-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CWm1RlufwUE/TddhQga4gjI/AAAAAAAACWg/54NOQohZRe4/s640/aftershock-film-tangshan-earthquake-movie-poster-1.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aftershock is the English title, and the Chinese title is Tang Shan Da Di Zhen (Tang Shan's big earthquake). This movie revolves around this one particular family that was destroyed due to the 1976 earthquake in Tang Shan. Based on true story okay. It's something like Titanic, actually. But this one's much more.. overwhelming. So yeah basically this one beats Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJrQxlLY8Yo/TddhIjBudnI/AAAAAAAACWc/HSdQ1mOXMec/s1600/Aftershock1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJrQxlLY8Yo/TddhIjBudnI/AAAAAAAACWc/HSdQ1mOXMec/s640/Aftershock1.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The pain, the grief, the sorrow, all the emotions were portrayed perfectly in the movie. Hmm maybe i shouldn't have named this post a 'review', because i'm not going to do a full review of this movie so that i won't be a spoiler instead. So, basically this movie is about a woman whose family of 4 became 2 when the 1976 Tang Shan earthquake stroke. She had twins, one boy and one girl. After finding out that her husband was crushed under the concretes and was one of the thousands that didn't make it, the rescue team found her twins. Both under a rubble, one on each end. According to the rescue team, they could only lift one side of the rubble up, and if that happens, the other end will crush one of her kids. So she had to choose which one of her kid to rescue. When she finally decided that she wants her son to be rescued, her life's journey goes on from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girl alert too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AcPIWWtP2mo/TddhH4HbH6I/AAAAAAAACWY/RmuOQ2tVCkE/s1600/26_65962_adf5342de4b3df5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AcPIWWtP2mo/TddhH4HbH6I/AAAAAAAACWY/RmuOQ2tVCkE/s640/26_65962_adf5342de4b3df5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's the girl's foster parents. Not gonna elaborate hohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pap2pVfgAsE/TddhRYa8HKI/AAAAAAAACWk/JHzASC-vKh0/s1600/Aftershocks.2010.DVDSCR-HALFCD2.XTM%25255B%2528172946%252904-20-58%25255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pap2pVfgAsE/TddhRYa8HKI/AAAAAAAACWk/JHzASC-vKh0/s640/Aftershocks.2010.DVDSCR-HALFCD2.XTM%25255B%2528172946%252904-20-58%25255D.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The mother. She should win a Grammy's award or something. China's amazing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 5 stars, i'd give this movie a 7 stars rating. It's THAT good. I freaking watched it 3 times okay zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay this is the part where you beg me to give you the movie. Hahaha. And i would willingly give you the movie if you ask for it because i'm generous like that. Sharing is caring!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give this movie a shot. It will be a movie you will never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-7575904166656200395?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/7575904166656200395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=7575904166656200395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7575904166656200395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7575904166656200395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/aftershock-2010-review.html' title='Aftershock (2010) review'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q0QXK5JPSU/TddiaEM1bjI/AAAAAAAACWo/etgJBLJNbVI/s72-c/e5e374a5b27d43449d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-3637617140946080118</id><published>2011-05-21T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:43:30.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asus part II</title><content type='html'>Okay i'm uploading the photos i said i would edit into my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-brand-new-asus.html"&gt;brand new laptop post&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;but it seems like there's a problem uploading pictures into an existing post. So instead of troubleshooting and trying it for another 500 times, i'll just post it in a new post and link this post on the other post and vice versa. Laziness ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smart way of putting the keyboard protector that protects the stickers (lol i know right) and letting me use the touch pad at the same time :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z4kAnsfFEi0/Tddcccf_s2I/AAAAAAAACWM/kmN3S-iAuWo/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z4kAnsfFEi0/Tddcccf_s2I/AAAAAAAACWM/kmN3S-iAuWo/s640/001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blu ray drive sticker :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7g92zbkv74E/Tddc4HsgQdI/AAAAAAAACWQ/eoN3yyiuoFw/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7g92zbkv74E/Tddc4HsgQdI/AAAAAAAACWQ/eoN3yyiuoFw/s640/030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm saying sticker only because the guys at work are suspecting that they accidentally stuck the wrong sticker for my laptop and there's no way that my laptop has a blu ray drive. Guys are such jealous creatures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-3637617140946080118?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/3637617140946080118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=3637617140946080118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3637617140946080118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3637617140946080118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/asus-part-ii.html' title='Asus part II'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z4kAnsfFEi0/Tddcccf_s2I/AAAAAAAACWM/kmN3S-iAuWo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-7482330418397792230</id><published>2011-05-20T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:35:44.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Bruised.</title><content type='html'>I was mugged :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjUsHC7dUvc/TdZ3Jj60wRI/AAAAAAAACU4/lvAt7yqc4t0/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjUsHC7dUvc/TdZ3Jj60wRI/AAAAAAAACU4/lvAt7yqc4t0/s640/009.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAHAHA no lah i wasn't. Who would dare to mug me, huh? I look so freaking fierce and steady. Mohaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have exactly 5 bruises on my right leg, cause unknown. I repeat, my RIGHT LEG. My left leg is as clean as a baby's leg! I wonder what happened. Not sure when i got it, but it was after i started work at the montessory. You know lah, all the furnitures and stuff are about your knee level only right lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, my new work place is brutal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Aid4iayfg/TdZ3aaYpy9I/AAAAAAAACU8/_-ZLRYIx3xg/s1600/SDC17702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Aid4iayfg/TdZ3aaYpy9I/AAAAAAAACU8/_-ZLRYIx3xg/s640/SDC17702.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Sorry for the really really fugly nails. In my defense, this is a 5 days old pedicure, so yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't see it, i don't know why is the colour of the bruise flushed out in the picture. My pinky toe has a bruise! And i'm limping like.. a limper. Lol. Freaking pain okay can you believe a 3 years old did this to me? I don't really remember how it happened but it just happened. He was reversing and i was going forward, and POOOOOOOM he kicked my toe, i was crying (haha no lah) like mad and he just looked at me blankly........... and said "&lt;i&gt;Tong tong ah&lt;/i&gt;? (pain-pain ah?)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF! I can't bend my toe in any way and i can't land my sole down on the floor flat cos it is freaking PAIN. Hmm maybe i should smack his bossom tomorrow when i go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, another teacher's hand got slammed by the door (also another 3 year old pupil's act). She just placed her hands there, and the kid went WHAM! She freaking yelled, like the whole place also can hear that type. And then she whacked/scolded/idunno the kid until she was crying like nobody's business and everyone ignored her. Reason #1, she purposely did it, because she was one of the naughtiest naughty creatures that ever walked the face of the earth. Reason #2, she wasn't cute. HAHAHA Welcome to the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work place is brutal *look of horror*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-7482330418397792230?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/7482330418397792230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=7482330418397792230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7482330418397792230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7482330418397792230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/bruised.html' title='Bruised.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjUsHC7dUvc/TdZ3Jj60wRI/AAAAAAAACU4/lvAt7yqc4t0/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-6217352950083558795</id><published>2011-05-18T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:49:15.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdsomeness'/><title type='text'>A dream that broke my heart</title><content type='html'>WTF HAHAHAHAHA okay i got complaints that my blog has a lot of 'wtf' nowadays compared to last time. Ahem in my defense, my 'wtf's are not always for anger purposes. Sometimes it can be that i'm feeling very 'wtf' then i say 'wtf' lah. Like... a i-can't-believe-it feeling, joking feeling, OMG LAH the wtf feeling can't be described in words la wtf -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Btw pei fen, my 'wtf's in my previous post was because of the scratch la haaaaaaih T.T)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha all the 'wtf's aside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD A VERY WEIRD DREAM YESTERDAY NIGHT OMGGGGG. If i could, i would blog about it right after i woke up but i gotta go to work so i couldn't. Ahem so here goes the remaining memory of my dream last night because i couldn't remember most of the details anymore (but i still remember clearly how my ring looked like haha don't ask, read on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i was this freaking cool thief. Something like a tomb raider lah hahaha and i had a freaking cute partner in crime, and apparently he's also my boyfriend. &lt;i&gt;Don't wtf lah okay i didn't write the script&lt;/i&gt; -.- Ahem. So, i THINK we carried out 2 projects in the whole duration of my dream but i only remembered projet #2 clearly. Only bits and pieces of project #1 were left in my memory so i'll leave that out lah since the jist isn't in there hahaha. Okay back to the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this mansion we're supposed to break into, and there's this security pass that looks like the LRT station before entering the mansion's compound. And the place was crowded with a sea of people la omg why so many people want to go into that mansion -.- So we were lining up to get pass the security check like all the other people lah. And and and and and... aaaaaaaand... my boyfriend proposed to me in front of the sea of people. Got down on one knee some more you know. Haha. And then my ring damn cun wan. I don't know how to draw a picture for you guys, but try to squeeze out every inch of imaginative juice you have to imagine it based on my description okay? It's.... a white gold ring, with a very very rare gem, only 100g left in the whole world haha it's clear like a diamond (but the refractive index isn't as high) with gold shimmer in it lah wtf so cun right the rock. The image was still so clear in my head when i woke up (and now too) that when i woke up i actually stared at my fingers and went "WTF A DREAM ONLY IS IT?!". I really wanted that ring to be real okay T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay continue. Then after i said yes (with tears some more!), everyone including the security officers went awwwww and then when it was our turn, we got pass quite easily and all. Ahem okay i forgot what were we supposed to steal but then right when we finally slipped out of the sight of people, my&amp;nbsp;fiancée asked me to give him my right hand (yeah i wore the ring on my right hand i also don't know why), and then he twisted this small metal piece underneath the rock, AND THE WHOLE THING ELEVATED UP. My freaking ring is actually a laser beam shooter okay &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; AND it doubles as a mini electronic saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What broke my heart was that my 'fiancée' acted like damn cool and icy after we got to the place where we got out of people's sight. And told me "We're not really engaged, just so you know" without even turning his head to look at me while he's using MY RING to shoot laser beam onto the wall to form a hole. LIKE WTF?! The propose was actually a decoy! Just to divert the security officers' attention and so that they'll be a little more lenient on us during the security check. WTF to the max this time okay. (Now this is an angry wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. yeah this dream was really heartbreaking okay T.T Not only i couldn't get that ring (that breath-taking rock!) because it's an object in my dream, i was hurt emotionally BY SOMEONE THAT DIDN'T EVEN EXIST (my boyfriend in the dream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy i feel like i'm such a loser now T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to lay in bed and mourn the loss of my literal dream ring and be mad at my literal dream boyfriend. Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-6217352950083558795?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/6217352950083558795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=6217352950083558795&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/6217352950083558795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/6217352950083558795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream-that-broke-my-heart.html' title='A dream that broke my heart'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-3806672055283097033</id><published>2011-05-17T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:30:55.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just my 2 cents'/><title type='text'>Pigs can fly</title><content type='html'>I was reading the newspaper earlier on today, and i read the article concerning the first non-English mayor (Malaysian woman) in Britain today. A few days earlier, i read another article about 3 Malaysian siblings making it 'big' at fashion in Sydney and having their second shop up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they publishing all these migrant's success abroad when they are all emphasizing on how graduates overseas should come back here now? Heck, for certain reasons, all these people that reached success furthered their studies overseas for certain reasons (namely quotas and poor education system) and they stayed there after they graduated, was given a chance to succeed NOT as a second class citizens, and through hard work plus determination, they are who they are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i sound like i'm suddenly all fired up for these racism matters? Hahahaha that's because i've been reading a lot of articles about our Malaysian education system. Don't ask me what types, because i've read articles ranging from how our education system is so unfair towards every race other than bumiputeras to why we should all come back to Malaysia to help make a difference. As a very highly influenced being, it's only natural i start feeling a little fired up lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no, i'm not going to voice out my opinions or what am i thinking because heck, sometimes i even question my own thoughts. Me and Malaysia, it's a love hate relationship. And i haven't really been getting like excellent results (eg : Ace all my subjects in SPM/STPM) and not getting a scholarship and so on and so forth to complain about how unfair they are being, so i don't have a first hand experience of how it is like and i don't have a right to complain about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm going to hit anti-climax because i don't feel like talking about the above matter anymore. Therefore showing you a picture of Niagra Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIegvJtLuuw/TdKEwSOAdcI/AAAAAAAACUw/bJsOWQNj1nM/s1600/nature-wallpaper-aerial-view-of-niagara-falls-ontario-canada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIegvJtLuuw/TdKEwSOAdcI/AAAAAAAACUw/bJsOWQNj1nM/s640/nature-wallpaper-aerial-view-of-niagara-falls-ontario-canada.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet my current desktop wallpaper (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heck, i really do hope i get to go there one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-3806672055283097033?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/3806672055283097033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=3806672055283097033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3806672055283097033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3806672055283097033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/pigs-can-fly.html' title='Pigs can fly'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIegvJtLuuw/TdKEwSOAdcI/AAAAAAAACUw/bJsOWQNj1nM/s72-c/nature-wallpaper-aerial-view-of-niagara-falls-ontario-canada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-2830320045714247214</id><published>2011-05-17T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:59:23.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rage'/><title type='text'>My brand new Asus!</title><content type='html'>Haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaaih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAIH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAIH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Edit : This is actually a post i drafted 2 days ago but didn't post it because i didn't get to finish it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually took TWO FREAKING MONTHS to hunt for my prince laptop. I'm not exaggerating okay i freaking took that long because whenever i found one, and after i asked my boss (more like ex-boss now) he'll tell me that the model is an old model and they replaced that model with another new one, that cost a lot more than my budget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then finally hor. I FOUND IT. Asus N43SL. Though it isn't as light as i desired it to be, but it'll suffice since it's actually pretty light for a 14" laptop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUUUUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afH16hVN9Kc/TdFRgQuVMaI/AAAAAAAACUE/8fstqemeDNo/s1600/211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afH16hVN9Kc/TdFRgQuVMaI/AAAAAAAACUE/8fstqemeDNo/s640/211.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. I will not say any names nor will i point fingers here just in case it'll cause a havoc. LIKE OMG LAH haven't you heard the rule; Thou shalt not scratch a 24hrs old laptop?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aluminium back was one of the (main) reasons i chose this laptop.............and now it's FREAKING FLAWED WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm banning ANY chain watches 5 metres within my laptop from now onwards! Including my own watch wtf. Just in case i scratched it myself then i can't get mad at myself then i might actually explode. Maybe for the first few months lah but let me feel like i treasure my laptop that much can or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPsKOsBgtQ0/TdFR8H3BetI/AAAAAAAACUI/Jd1-ideErZ0/s1600/213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPsKOsBgtQ0/TdFR8H3BetI/AAAAAAAACUI/Jd1-ideErZ0/s640/213.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One moment, i was wiping the back, thinking to myself &amp;nbsp;"How perfect thou art". And the next moment when i come back, i found it......flawed. OMGWTFBBQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAIH.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay that aside, i still love my laptop very berry much. Everything's perfect about this laptop! Okay except the keyboard lah cos i'd prefer chiclet keyboards. But i'll get used to this. There's no perfect laptop in this world, ey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDrZIRfGM9E/TdFSNHyrHJI/AAAAAAAACUM/YPUJkz4XdGY/s1600/214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDrZIRfGM9E/TdFSNHyrHJI/AAAAAAAACUM/YPUJkz4XdGY/s640/214.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The inside look of my laptop. This kinda keyboard actually encourages typos more often but wtf lah i'll overlook it &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i actually hated the wrist rest but now that i look more at it, it is actually kinda pretty. A very woody design.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSO4AWye7lY/TdFSkhLzsVI/AAAAAAAACUQ/uFTNgYjR5RY/s1600/216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSO4AWye7lY/TdFSkhLzsVI/AAAAAAAACUQ/uFTNgYjR5RY/s640/216.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The left side close-up. The button that has that little lightning sign with a circle is actually this really cool button that boots up real quick without having to really boot up your CPU. Do you get me lol cos i don't get myself. Okay it's like a shortcut button exclusively for Asus (not all Asus has this though) where you can go online and access your pictures and music folders in less than 10 seconds without having to wait for the whole system to boot up. But that's about what you can do using that function. Pretty darn cool, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3PP2bRhvzE/TdFS1pSMNwI/AAAAAAAACUU/BMY7jNithLM/s1600/218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3PP2bRhvzE/TdFS1pSMNwI/AAAAAAAACUU/BMY7jNithLM/s640/218.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty banged that it didn't have a USB3.0 like how i was expecting it to be. But it has a blu-ray drive!! Or at least the sticker says that it has. I forgot to take a picture of that but i think i'll edit this post with a picture of it soon though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; : &lt;a href="http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/asus-part-ii.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to the additional pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uhPVeDMoUM/TdFTVk8lYZI/AAAAAAAACUc/mtcK9uUmFvc/s1600/221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uhPVeDMoUM/TdFTVk8lYZI/AAAAAAAACUc/mtcK9uUmFvc/s640/221.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has to be like, the best laptop speakers ever made!! Maybe not the best in the market, but it's definitely the best i've heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANJexcazZ78/TdFTF-DKWbI/AAAAAAAACUY/IhlA3Z7_Vk0/s1600/220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANJexcazZ78/TdFTF-DKWbI/AAAAAAAACUY/IhlA3Z7_Vk0/s640/220.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bang &amp;amp; Olufsen ftw! But it's still not very good at the bass. It's still a laptop speaker afterall. Haha. I was actually pretty disturbed by the gazillion amounts of stickers they put on the wrist rest. But not to worry, i've found a solution to protect the stickers from fading away like how the intel stickers would look like after a few years of friction against our palm. Doesn't look its best, but it's the best solution i can find now. I'll edit this post with the picture if i remember to take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. What else can i say about this piece of magic? I have been hunting for a lot of reviews before i bought this but i can only find a handful of it. Therefore i've decided that i'll sacrifice myself blogging at almost 2am reviewing the laptop from a normal &amp;nbsp;person's perspective to help all those poor unfortunate souls out there looking for a review or gazilions of pictures of the laptop itself but failed. Kind hearted, i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Multi gesture touch pad rocks my socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though i'd prefer an optical mouse when i'm not going to bring my laptop out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i use an external keyboard when i'm at home. With my external hard disk plugged in at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why the 4 USB 2.0 port rocks to the max! Am even considering whether would i need an USB hub or not hahahahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blu-ray and HD movies are freaking superb on this LED backlit HD screen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay sorry for the half hearted post i'm actually feeling very sleepy now wtf. So i'll end this quickly with another wtf picture that makes me feel like killing someone ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gj2MjkAo_Aw/TdFTljsKUCI/AAAAAAAACUg/SpIU5eU8TbM/s1600/222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gj2MjkAo_Aw/TdFTljsKUCI/AAAAAAAACUg/SpIU5eU8TbM/s640/222.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaih. Okay lah actually i'm not as mad as i was at the beginning of the post because it has been 2 days since it happened and i'm slowly cooling down. But i still haven't take off the transparent plastic surrounding the LED screen hahaha out of pure laziness okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay conclusion i love my laptop to the bits it's love at first sight wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm making a 2 in 1 post since i've already uploaded the photos into blogger.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is 16th of May, Happy Teachers' Day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? It's my first day back at the montessory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSQBKx1Df4U/TdFUGhMaT0I/AAAAAAAACUo/mFfCEjvddFs/s1600/224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSQBKx1Df4U/TdFUGhMaT0I/AAAAAAAACUo/mFfCEjvddFs/s640/224.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i still got 2 roses wtf lol i think the parents just prepared a bunch of presents and gave it to whoever there although it might be only their first day of work lol. How ungrateful of me to accidentally leave one of my roses on top of the fridge to rot =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkKSIKcpeDA/TdFT1lwKMeI/AAAAAAAACUk/0gpSQvhdBFQ/s1600/223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkKSIKcpeDA/TdFT1lwKMeI/AAAAAAAACUk/0gpSQvhdBFQ/s640/223.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i got a little box wrapped in a wrapping paper, i thought it would just be another useless ornament like those balls with glitters in them or something like that. Who would've knew that something this cute was in it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though it isn't really useful and such but i think i would bring this to uni with me IF my study table space permits. Cos it's so cute like that. Memo clippers ftw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay very sleepy already typing with my eyes closed literally good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-2830320045714247214?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/2830320045714247214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=2830320045714247214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2830320045714247214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2830320045714247214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-brand-new-asus.html' title='My brand new Asus!'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afH16hVN9Kc/TdFRgQuVMaI/AAAAAAAACUE/8fstqemeDNo/s72-c/211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-5109037870577705232</id><published>2011-05-10T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T16:34:13.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good stuff'/><title type='text'>The Lazy Song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/fLexgOxsZu0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLexgOxsZu0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLexgOxsZu0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this twice on Facebook and i just can't get enough of it! Maybe it's because i can relate to this song since i'm such a bummer myself lol -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the monkeys love Bruno Mars's look in this MV and EVERYTHING ABOUT IT HAHAHAHA especially from 1:00 onwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-5109037870577705232?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/5109037870577705232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=5109037870577705232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5109037870577705232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5109037870577705232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/lazy-song.html' title='The Lazy Song.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-3155922404252464299</id><published>2011-05-10T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T12:27:25.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Aku mahu.</title><content type='html'>A girl is allowed to have impossible and imaginative demands from time to time. So bear with her a little bit, won't cha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my hair to grow 1cm a day and then stop growing at the length that i want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to read a book for hours straight without having my eyes strained and my vision blurred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dye my hair DNA so that i won't have to spend RM60 to touch up about 3cm of black roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend a whole day laying under the sun where i won't feel as if my skin is burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fine the perfect laptop having the design, weight, keyboard, and specs that i desire within my papa's budget. Because the design is just as important as the specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new set of makeup brush that won't cost me a few months' salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow taller. Even after i've lived for 2 decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my nails to stop chipping even though i'm not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to climb Mount Kinabalu with my current stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a pintu suka hati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oCnXibasm4/Tci8cr1dyhI/AAAAAAAACT8/IQ9Oi0cno00/s1600/pintu+suka+hati.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oCnXibasm4/Tci8cr1dyhI/AAAAAAAACT8/IQ9Oi0cno00/s320/pintu+suka+hati.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a phone with a better camera so that i can upload photos without fuss. Without changing my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an Euro money tree in my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3 more days till i quit a job that allows me to blog and go on youtube the whole day. And then it's to a job where i have to listen to kids' never ending story the whole day. And then it's to a job where i deal with papers, calculators, and Microsoft Excel the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-3155922404252464299?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/3155922404252464299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=3155922404252464299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3155922404252464299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3155922404252464299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/aku-mahu.html' title='Aku mahu.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oCnXibasm4/Tci8cr1dyhI/AAAAAAAACT8/IQ9Oi0cno00/s72-c/pintu+suka+hati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-8884290018871613525</id><published>2011-05-05T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:52:44.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Parting gifts</title><content type='html'>Did i tell you i'm resigning exactly 9 days from now? I guess not. And not to mention, my colleagues are constantly having a countdown to the exact date i'm leaving wtf -.-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i know deep down inside they are freaking sad that i'm leaving hahahaha sorry i very buay paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, despite their endless cruel torments for the past few weeks i've been working there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and my "I SO WANT THAT BUT I DON'T WANNA EAT THE MEAL &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;i don't need the extra weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!"), they actually bought the McDonald's Coca Cola Can Glass for me. And left the ice cream to melt and toss 'em away. So i went from very buay paiseh to super duper paiseh T.T&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha actually i was planning NOT to collect all 6 of them (i still don't intend to) because none of them looked nice except the Green one (releasing on 2nd June) but now i ter-collect 2 of the first one. And turned out pretty nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO_K3vyfSkg/TcK7tLebB7I/AAAAAAAACTc/yktSTAloIwc/s1600/SDC17608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO_K3vyfSkg/TcK7tLebB7I/AAAAAAAACTc/yktSTAloIwc/s640/SDC17608.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charcoal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srMdFydqqPQ/TcK8t9dZ_vI/AAAAAAAACTs/gxunQvITWmE/s1600/SDC17617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srMdFydqqPQ/TcK8t9dZ_vI/AAAAAAAACTs/gxunQvITWmE/s640/SDC17617.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Purple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm telling you, plain water in these glasses looks prettier and tastes sweeter! Okay i don't know why i sound like such a looser but i'm a sucker for pretty things (in my opinion) you see &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WUdaOFXV4I/TcK9BME8liI/AAAAAAAACTw/3c_QBQdVuLs/s1600/SDC17623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WUdaOFXV4I/TcK9BME8liI/AAAAAAAACTw/3c_QBQdVuLs/s640/SDC17623.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess what's in it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dBeKcFIq8iU/TcK9RJZ8ArI/AAAAAAAACT0/xVfGAOzivpM/s1600/SDC17625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dBeKcFIq8iU/TcK9RJZ8ArI/AAAAAAAACT0/xVfGAOzivpM/s640/SDC17625.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha it's just a keychain but somehow i think it's freaking vintage and cun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZO2C9xsrSI/TcK9iRZeysI/AAAAAAAACT4/4R6UNDwC6e0/s1600/SDC17628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZO2C9xsrSI/TcK9iRZeysI/AAAAAAAACT4/4R6UNDwC6e0/s640/SDC17628.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the back looks a lot more attractive than the front too lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got this from another "OMG THIS IS SO NICE I WANT IT TOO!!" when i heard that my colleague's ex-colleague gave it to my colleague. Confusing or not? I can't break it into simpler terms lol. And then one fine day my colleague's ex-colleague (which we became friends already by the way) passed this to my colleague to pass it to me. Paiseh kao kao. But happy to the max (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made friends with a bunch of annoying but kind jacoons during my 2 and a half months at 81 solution. Score!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(completely unrelated topic but am lazy to post this in a separate post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mother had 2 students over for English classes 3 times a week nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MquUomPle0Y/TcK7-IU8e_I/AAAAAAAACTg/Ck1iigQQdTg/s1600/SDC17609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MquUomPle0Y/TcK7-IU8e_I/AAAAAAAACTg/Ck1iigQQdTg/s640/SDC17609.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want meself some kidssss T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7zSPImcmBQ/TcK8O-HfFnI/AAAAAAAACTk/4X1N6X43O3M/s1600/SDC17611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7zSPImcmBQ/TcK8O-HfFnI/AAAAAAAACTk/4X1N6X43O3M/s640/SDC17611.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Boys are naughty like 99.9874% of the time but they are so freaking cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess what was today's lesson?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff-_1HjwBAI/TcK8el1iESI/AAAAAAAACTo/u11cF2VORC4/s1600/SDC17612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff-_1HjwBAI/TcK8el1iESI/AAAAAAAACTo/u11cF2VORC4/s640/SDC17612.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spaghethi-eating lesson! Haha no lah actually it's table manners and names of the food but it's one hell of an interesting class isn't it? Why didn't i have my mum as a tuition teacher last time hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The kids' parents tapao-ed some fish from Al-fresco too but they wasn't my favourite dish in the world ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-8884290018871613525?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/8884290018871613525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=8884290018871613525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8884290018871613525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8884290018871613525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/parting-gifts.html' title='Parting gifts'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO_K3vyfSkg/TcK7tLebB7I/AAAAAAAACTc/yktSTAloIwc/s72-c/SDC17608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-8677547594358206853</id><published>2011-05-04T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:28:18.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Because i suck at random titles</title><content type='html'>*In response to my previous post pleading for comment of which only Charissa commented (Tis a sad life T.T).. I've finally found a solution (: But i'm not gonna bore you guys with it heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new 'location' thing that blogger conveniently put down there is making me more pissed than i already am that i'm stuck here in my mundane slow-paced life back in Teluk Intan complaining about the littlest thing on Earth. Because MALAYSIA IS NOT EVEN LISTED THERE. It's written 'IndoChina' when i tried to place my location. Wtf to the max -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to made this pretty :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyjqH9GIjTA/TcFusUnQyZI/AAAAAAAACTU/cth1CZIcpl4/s1600/SDC17590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyjqH9GIjTA/TcFusUnQyZI/AAAAAAAACTU/cth1CZIcpl4/s640/SDC17590.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahem i know you're most probably scrutinizing the picture and trying to identify all the junks that i've got there. Stop it already okay i si beh paiseh already &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i failed miserably at packing my table because 1. i have not enough time (excuse no.1 lol) 2. it's mission impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what i found in the midst of my mountains of clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu2dpbxEqhg/TcFvyeIBr_I/AAAAAAAACTY/COENgHSZUsA/s1600/SDC17600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu2dpbxEqhg/TcFvyeIBr_I/AAAAAAAACTY/COENgHSZUsA/s640/SDC17600.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something i got when i was 12! (And still fits-score!) But it's kinda blazer-ish i don't know where to wear them to in this crazy hot weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-8677547594358206853?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/8677547594358206853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=8677547594358206853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8677547594358206853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8677547594358206853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/because-i-suck-at-random-titles.html' title='Because i suck at random titles'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyjqH9GIjTA/TcFusUnQyZI/AAAAAAAACTU/cth1CZIcpl4/s72-c/SDC17590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-1436762171842666811</id><published>2011-05-02T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T23:39:11.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Stressed out.</title><content type='html'>See the difference when i'm working and when i'm not? 4 freaking posts in a day when i'm not and a post every 4 days when i am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i know how dry it is for a post to be without pictures but bear with me because i have a lot of crap to rant about and stuff to talk about even if there are no one reading this. (Whatever happened to all my loyal readers that actually comments?? You guys are only reading and never commenting nowadays T.T )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you do i'll give you perfectly good reasons to comment this time :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I'm quitting my job in 2 weeks time. To tell you the truth i'm feeling exploited, as well as all the other workers. But that is not the reason i'm quitting. The reason i'm quitting because i was going to transfer to an accounting firm to see how is it like before i venture into the accounting life. Even though it's not my number one dream job T.T But who knows what God has in store for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was my plan up till recently a very dear family friend approached me and said that she really needed a help in her day care centre (where i worked for 5 months after my SPM). Not to mention that she took really good care of me when i was little AND during the period i've been working for her. And ahem i said OKAY NO PROBLEEEM when she told me and i kinda didn't tell her that i already went through the interview for the accounting firm already. Buuuut the thing is, the accounting firm belongs to my friend's church friend whom she's very close to and introduced me to him and i think i sounded kinda enthusiastic during the interview (which i think i kinda am since i haven't tried admin work before). GAH I HATE TO MAKE DECISIONS so please kindly spoil me and help me make a decision arigatougozaimasu x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Haha okay there are no other reasons to comment so yeah reason #1 is the one and only SOLID reason you guys should start commenting now to make my life easier and thus less annoying wordy emo posts for you guys. It's a win-win situation i don't see the reason why not if i'm a reader of this blog ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-1436762171842666811?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/1436762171842666811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=1436762171842666811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1436762171842666811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1436762171842666811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/05/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed out.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-1292789971259000464</id><published>2011-04-28T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:51:08.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Bad habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Bad habit #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird habit to hide my precious stuff so that no one will find it when my relatives come to stay because i will be giving up my room for them. The last time they came, i hid my precious Bath &amp;amp; Body Works lotion that i practically robbed from my sister from the States because i loved it that much. And aku kedekut mau share. AND NOW I FORGOT WHERE DID I PUT IT but it must be somewhere in the house. I just had to turn the whole house upside down before i can find it T.T sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Bad habit #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loaning stuff to people and not constantly asking them to give it back after they're done with it. And then i eventually forget who i loaned it to. Okay the proper term is lend la but wtf i've lost my lengga now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qH-6HFeeF98/TbltTBwdM9I/AAAAAAAACTM/7otrkQ2g-Lw/s1600/n779749711_873277_3080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qH-6HFeeF98/TbltTBwdM9I/AAAAAAAACTM/7otrkQ2g-Lw/s400/n779749711_873277_3080.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hahahahaha i purposely chose this picture because i look like i'm kicking her V and she looked like she's in pain. BUT HOR. This was an innocent attempt to look sexy and i didn't touch her V at all because if i did i would've felt it and she would've felt it and she would've shrieked and i would've shrieked too (proof : see her right leg which is way behind her left leg? There's a space there and my knee was in the space and not her V ahem). And her facial expression is always like that so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY the point is that there was this hoohaa about buying indian outfits instead of borrowing from indians last time during form 5 because we're in such a cultural school that every now and then we had to participate in stuff that requires an indian outfit (just because we didn't wanna wear a kebaya/kurung and we didn't have cheongsam haha). SO NOW IT'S NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. My family friend invited us to a party at their house this Sunday and they always have a theme to their party and this time it's Indian (last time it was Cowboy but my dad dressed up as a Red Indian -.-). Anyone remembers where my lengga is? I suspect it's this friend of mine because she's the last one in my memory to borrow it from me but what if she says no and if i insist then she'll think that i'm accusing her of stealing my lengga? Aaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Bad habit #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reference to bad habit #2, i bought 2 packets of puthu last year during the citrapaurnum (how on earth do you spell this hmm), according to my friend. Why did i say so is because during this year's citrapaurnum (haha) i wanted to buy (yes, again) because they're pretty okay but my friend asked me what happened to the ones i bought last year with them. OMG LAH. I had to stand there for at least 15 secs, staring at my friend so that my inner self can ransack my memory storage to know what is she talking about. THEN IT HIT ME, HARD. I remembered buying 2 packets, and i took a hell lot of time to choose because they have so many of them with so many different designs and i'm an indecisive person like that. Ahem and they're no where to be found too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha so actually i can summarize the 3 bad habits in this post into one ; forgetfulness. Before i find a way to overcome this problem, i have to first find what i'm going to wear to the party this Sunday. Life is tragic hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-1292789971259000464?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/1292789971259000464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=1292789971259000464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1292789971259000464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1292789971259000464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/04/bad-habits.html' title='Bad habits'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qH-6HFeeF98/TbltTBwdM9I/AAAAAAAACTM/7otrkQ2g-Lw/s72-c/n779749711_873277_3080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-928665619119771892</id><published>2011-04-28T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:59:23.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Vlog pertamaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf7e61aa09f0da6f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf7e61aa09f0da6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945345%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E9729BA34FDA7337DFB293FDF96A160EC7B48D7.2CD208CAA4F20D99D667D754DC9E9A5A79F00583%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf7e61aa09f0da6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEWt_jdJ7cTDku7JKpqNNcao_MVg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf7e61aa09f0da6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945345%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E9729BA34FDA7337DFB293FDF96A160EC7B48D7.2CD208CAA4F20D99D667D754DC9E9A5A79F00583%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf7e61aa09f0da6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEWt_jdJ7cTDku7JKpqNNcao_MVg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAH see what did i do this morning *hides face in humiliation*&lt;br /&gt;Because i was on youtube this morning instead of google (ahem), watching&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.frmheadtotoe.com/"&gt;frmheadtotoe&lt;/a&gt;'s video, and she seemed so relax about it so i thought i would try doing a vlog, for fun. BUT i'm not all into those 'subscribe!' thing. This might be my first and last but i watched it once and thought it was so funny so i'd share my stupidity here, so that i'll be laughed at by all of you T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, i had a few tabs about the local universities review on but it was clearly not the tab i was concentrating on =P&lt;br /&gt;Btw i've read like a thousand reviews on local universities online before but there are still so many things i need to find out about. AND NO ONE WAS REPLYING MY STATUS ON FACEBOOK WTF. Didn't wanna spam people's news feed with it so i gave up. And i had a bad experience with the HELP education advisor that was SO RUUUUDE when i called up to ask about the 3+0 programme they had for BSc of Accounting and Finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went something like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called for the first time, he answered, AND HUNG UP ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (monologue) WTF?? Nevermind maybe he accidentally answered or something.&lt;br /&gt;*calls again* *and the it got through this time*&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hello, is this Mr.xxx?&lt;br /&gt;Him : Yes, i'm sorry just now i was driving very fast when i answered your call.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh, i'm sor (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;didn't get to finish my sentence wtf la okay&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Him : Is this very urgent that you HAVE to talk now, or can we talk some other time?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh it's not THAT urgent, i just want to enquire about something maybe i can call tomorrow (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;but somewhere in the middle he started talking already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Him : What do you want to ask?&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;okay since he asked then i say lah right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh it's about the 3+0 BSc of Accounting and Finance by University of London i saw on your website.&lt;br /&gt;Him : Okay, you listen okay?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Him : Listen. (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Then he told me the fees and how it's very affordable compared to other universities, and paused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Me : So... (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;And he snapped back at me fcking rudely, like stated below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Him : YOU don't talk. Let me finish talking first, then if you have anything to ask, then talk. Is that clear?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay (monologue : &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;WHAT. THE. FUCK????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the most wtf's tone you can ever imagine)&lt;br /&gt;Him : bla bla bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;*then he finished explaining, time for me to ask right?*&lt;br /&gt;Me : Then.. (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;snapped, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Him : Okay i'm actually going to a function now. Can you call me back tomorrow? I'm free at 9.30.&lt;br /&gt;(a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;nd for some reason i wanted to double confirm that it's AM, not PM&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Is it AM or PM?&lt;br /&gt;Him : (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;oblivious to anyone speaking except him because he didn't let me finish, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) Okay? Okay? Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. I started the post with a very random and bubbly mood but now i ended up feeling pissed because of the flash back -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-928665619119771892?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/928665619119771892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=928665619119771892&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/928665619119771892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/928665619119771892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/04/vlog-pertamaku.html' title='Vlog pertamaku'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-1775243414982955881</id><published>2011-04-28T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:55:36.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Orlando Part Tooh</title><content type='html'>Right, so i was feeling nostalgic and viewed back the pictures i took from the States. And i even viewed back the post i did on my trip to the States (zomg lol). And i realised, i didn't talk much about my trip there, just very quickly skimmed through it and then complain about missing it when i'm back here -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of my readers are in my facebook list, so you guys would've seen all the pictures i've posted there already, IF you went through it lah haha. But i'm now posting up some exclusive pictures that i was too paiseh/lazy/no-reason-at-all to post it up on facebook (see there's benefits to reading my blog so keep reading!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing through the pictures, i realized i didn't really took tonnes of pictures. Just because i was too paiseh to take out my camera to snap stuff. And even at the rate i was going, Jack said that i'm very fond of taking pictures, so that made me even MORE paiseh than i was, and i took less pictures. In front of him lah lol. So all that's left are memories (and my memory is real shitty!). Here's proof #1 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoauFjS34Qo/Tbg0vl8ewoI/AAAAAAAACSQ/kdnZ6DLu_hM/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoauFjS34Qo/Tbg0vl8ewoI/AAAAAAAACSQ/kdnZ6DLu_hM/s400/007.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was paiseh to camwhore in the Detroit airport while waiting for my flight to Orlando but i die die also want to camwhore so i just took one from the bottom where not too many people will notice the camera &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I'm a terrible blogger but i hereby make an oath that i will try not to be paiseh and take more pictures of what i want to take. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's a picture of me and my sister, looking quite good i think (buay paiseh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0NMRNFgZh8/TbgxuDfaffI/AAAAAAAACR0/9SrI7fT92_w/s1600/DSC02116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0NMRNFgZh8/TbgxuDfaffI/AAAAAAAACR0/9SrI7fT92_w/s640/DSC02116.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I should've insisted to my inner self to get my hair done before going to the States instead of waiting till i come back -.- Now all my pictures looked like i had shit as hair wtf lah. And i had untrimmed brows too lol fml kao kao -.-''''''''''''''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a sister is fun, because a brother wouldn't want to camwhore with you and he will scold you for taking too much pictures T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn5vM-xnKB0/TbgyRDn4_3I/AAAAAAAACR4/nMeZ5NJS6II/s1600/DSC02118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn5vM-xnKB0/TbgyRDn4_3I/AAAAAAAACR4/nMeZ5NJS6II/s640/DSC02118.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But she complains that she looks fat when she holds the camera and she has chicken hands (which means her hands are super not steady and hence the blur picture) so she forced me to take the picture instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5w3BAEBcg-E/Tbgyypuu4NI/AAAAAAAACR8/0MP3S3yYNDo/s1600/DSC02121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5w3BAEBcg-E/Tbgyypuu4NI/AAAAAAAACR8/0MP3S3yYNDo/s640/DSC02121.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay now i look fat -.- And i had disgustingly messy hair because it was SOOOO WINDY that night when we went back to Epcot for the fireworks. And because i had a sister that lives there so i get to borrow a down jacket to keep me from the cold while the rest of my family freezes almost to death *guilt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVfc9RL7Evo/Tbg1zEhCiYI/AAAAAAAACSc/BdHi4UEFeW8/s1600/244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVfc9RL7Evo/Tbg1zEhCiYI/AAAAAAAACSc/BdHi4UEFeW8/s640/244.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay this is where we eat almost everyday if we didn't go out to eat. Jack (and Diana) cooks pasta, pasta, and pasta for us almost everyday. That's because they are good with Italian food, because they had an Italian restaurant last time but had closed down, because it's not bringing back enough cash for them lol. Out of pure thoughtfulness, Diana cooked an Asian meal once because Jack thought we would've been bored of white food by then. But ahem i was doing fine with white food actually okay do you get it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_8Kt8estPE/Tbg2J5zpC9I/AAAAAAAACSg/CgYrCi-DIe8/s1600/267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_8Kt8estPE/Tbg2J5zpC9I/AAAAAAAACSg/CgYrCi-DIe8/s640/267.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a dog when John (my bro-in-law) went to law school, which they loved, and we loved too. Because as time goes bye, we actually bonded and saw that he is terribly cute and has really funny habits. LIKE HE FREAKING SNORES WHEN HE SLEEPS. Like a human okay!! When i heard it for the first time i got freaked out okay because no one was there so i traced the sound to Bailey. Haha. Oh and they did not name the dog after the Irish cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyZWR0e_SpA/Tbg2gdf3k-I/AAAAAAAACSk/Z4JWNALpwEM/s1600/268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyZWR0e_SpA/Tbg2gdf3k-I/AAAAAAAACSk/Z4JWNALpwEM/s640/268.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was loved with a lot of toys and had a personal Santa next to his toy box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7ZjUsf_Nkg/Tbg21o3tmjI/AAAAAAAACSo/DH2-IdYRoh0/s1600/272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7ZjUsf_Nkg/Tbg21o3tmjI/AAAAAAAACSo/DH2-IdYRoh0/s640/272.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PallGRx2OQ/Tbg3LGFCQnI/AAAAAAAACSs/RP9dc8R7Q6Y/s1600/273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PallGRx2OQ/Tbg3LGFCQnI/AAAAAAAACSs/RP9dc8R7Q6Y/s640/273.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had his pictures all around the house, you say they love him kao kao or not? I took these pictures when they were out for something and i didn't go out for some reason which i forgot already. But bottomline is i took it when Jack wasn't around so he wouldn't tease me for being 'overly fond with photographs'. See how i fail as a blogger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYvvBIHhjOE/TbgzSquG2RI/AAAAAAAACSA/KlGBZurYLLQ/s1600/DSC02198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYvvBIHhjOE/TbgzSquG2RI/AAAAAAAACSA/KlGBZurYLLQ/s640/DSC02198.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a blur picture of me trying to take a picture while i asked my chauffeur to stop for me to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_1-fxk_tNU/TbgzwoXgBsI/AAAAAAAACSE/xpWybXpGdBg/s1600/DSC02199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_1-fxk_tNU/TbgzwoXgBsI/AAAAAAAACSE/xpWybXpGdBg/s640/DSC02199.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's me, viewing the picture i just took. And that it was blur. With a smile on my face for no apparent reason -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7pl4aLZS0xM/Tbg0PE057qI/AAAAAAAACSI/KCEUzm6-FQ8/s1600/DSC02203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7pl4aLZS0xM/Tbg0PE057qI/AAAAAAAACSI/KCEUzm6-FQ8/s640/DSC02203.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So i gave up, and my sister &lt;s&gt;ordered&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;asked me to get up so she can take a picture of the dinosaur that i wanted with me covering one of its leg lol. Imma invest in a better anti-shake camera when i have the cash one day. Or when my current camera dies and begs my dad to buy me one that is light and made for shaky hands like me and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wT30E3ZwywI/Tbg0sxF1u3I/AAAAAAAACSM/DqyAd61SwJE/s1600/DSC02210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wT30E3ZwywI/Tbg0sxF1u3I/AAAAAAAACSM/DqyAd61SwJE/s640/DSC02210.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's my parents acting cute lol. My dad kept calling me to take pictures of him during the trip for some apparent reason. Must be mid-life crisis ohohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bR4jCoP7s5w/Tbg1c1EXWcI/AAAAAAAACSY/N9FHqd164r8/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bR4jCoP7s5w/Tbg1c1EXWcI/AAAAAAAACSY/N9FHqd164r8/s640/034.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a random picture of one of the regrets in my life. It doesn't look that geng here but believe me, it was CRAZY STEEP and only for $30 T.T Where to find in Malaysia?? Stuff in Malaysia are so freaking expensive :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DAeLGGhSlo/Tbg4opDYgfI/AAAAAAAACS8/8wnxjS3AgvU/s1600/SDC16576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DAeLGGhSlo/Tbg4opDYgfI/AAAAAAAACS8/8wnxjS3AgvU/s640/SDC16576.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And a picture of a Brooklyn pan crust pizza with a size that will suffocate you if you happen to have someone slap it on your face. Because it's that big. You can't possibly eat it horizontally, and you have to fold it in half to eat it. After this you'll start wondering wth are Pizza Hut serving to us all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gp2ZNGgN9PQ/Tbg3hSTk8vI/AAAAAAAACSw/npHwWj6I2oU/s1600/274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gp2ZNGgN9PQ/Tbg3hSTk8vI/AAAAAAAACSw/npHwWj6I2oU/s640/274.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random picture i took in the car that has no green grass and blue blue sky because that's Orlando. A really cute local indian guy sitting next to me during my flight from Detroit to Orlando (he has fear of height too omg how cute is that??? ) said Orlando is just land.... Land.... And more land. Because the towns are really far away from each other, and in between the town are just land. That aside, it's still a beautiful place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Okay talking about the indian guy, there's this funny story. Before any of the people beside me boarded, i opened the window because i wanted to see us taking off ( i wasn't sitting next to the window, but he is). So after about 5 minutes after taking off (we're reaching the clouds very soon already), he finally asked if he can shut the window because he's afraid of heights x) In my defense, it wasn't sunny at that time so it wasn't the sun okay. End of self-proclaimed funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JH5mLRaUL0I/Tbg1HyR3kWI/AAAAAAAACSU/5kw8jXjBb1g/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JH5mLRaUL0I/Tbg1HyR3kWI/AAAAAAAACSU/5kw8jXjBb1g/s640/029.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;American really damn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MFxmxf4G-5g/Tbg4-6j1aFI/AAAAAAAACTA/c4Kxyvb-9qY/s1600/SDC16580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MFxmxf4G-5g/Tbg4-6j1aFI/AAAAAAAACTA/c4Kxyvb-9qY/s640/SDC16580.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But i love this automatic hand dryer because it really BLASTS air to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;REALLY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; dry your hands within seconds! Unlike the ones we have around here, you stand there and blow and blow and blow for 5 hours also your hands won't dry type. (Ahem took this when there was no one around too lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-5j6L0vvH0/Tbg37M7QdgI/AAAAAAAACS0/TeXkZg26yqs/s1600/422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-5j6L0vvH0/Tbg37M7QdgI/AAAAAAAACS0/TeXkZg26yqs/s640/422.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did i mention how lazy were they? They had trams to take you to the parking lot even though it's within walking distance. &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;. Disney's parking lot is one hugeass of land, so even if it's within walking distance, it's a freaking LOOOOONG distance to your parking lot. So yay for things that makes life easier (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgLkFcgSuOw/Tbg5qvepqwI/AAAAAAAACTI/3Y7OyackhUM/s1600/SDC16623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgLkFcgSuOw/Tbg5qvepqwI/AAAAAAAACTI/3Y7OyackhUM/s640/SDC16623.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You get a mint from every restaurant you go and i really look forward to it! Like a kid lol. Some restaurants give chocolates instead. (Took this shot before eating it when i was alone too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R9U0Mv-PCYM/Tbg4RcnoxfI/AAAAAAAACS4/FRVomch3JkA/s1600/436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R9U0Mv-PCYM/Tbg4RcnoxfI/AAAAAAAACS4/FRVomch3JkA/s640/436.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mommy dressing up very exaggeratedly for a night in Magic Kingdom. It really wasn't that cold. Really. Oh i remember the night i was at Magic Kingdom. It was after Animal Kingdom in a wheelchair, and i thought my leg was fine-ish already after the whole day resting on the wheelchair so i don't wanna trouble anyone to push me around (and it slows down the crowd too wtf damn paiseh you know) so i insisted that i'm FINE like a normal Asian would do and guess what? By the time it was time for me to go home my leg fell off. Okay lah it FELT like it fell off my body because i was literally limping like someone that has one leg shorter than the other and i looked like ahem. Don't know how to describe. But you get the idea lah. Then my sister got mad at me for not wanting to sit on a wheelchair because we paid for one full day in any Disney park anyway. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay end of reminiscing and time for future planning. Headache giler ni. Bobye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-1775243414982955881?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/1775243414982955881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=1775243414982955881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1775243414982955881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/1775243414982955881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/04/orlando-part-tooh.html' title='Orlando Part Tooh'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoauFjS34Qo/Tbg0vl8ewoI/AAAAAAAACSQ/kdnZ6DLu_hM/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-3759232680143811949</id><published>2011-04-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:15:27.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking attempts'/><title type='text'>Two sausages.... and an egg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZaXDSM_U-o/Tbga9n_Wx6I/AAAAAAAACRo/QEXXKYEaxXg/s1600/27042011%2528001%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZaXDSM_U-o/Tbga9n_Wx6I/AAAAAAAACRo/QEXXKYEaxXg/s640/27042011%2528001%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As the title suggests, IT IS ABOUT TWO SAUSAGES AND AN EGG LAH what were you thinking -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this was my dinner tonight hahaha i don't know what got into me, blogging 3 times a day (conveniently counting the post she did at 12am - it's today already!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little did you know, today was my first time frying sausages (: Because my mum had a stomach ache, and she wanted to cook pasta for me despite her pain but i didn't want her to suffer (see i told you i was kind) so i said i'll prepare my own dinner. Then she asked me if i wanted cheese sausages for dinner and i said yes and she took it out for me and thawed it for me and instructed me how to make sure my sausages don't get burnt and so that the oil won't splatter. So in the end my mum did about 50% of the work lol. And then she asked if i wanted eggs to go with it then i said yes but this time i took it myself (hah!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turned out like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aIhVX-UaqM/Tbga_QEU-NI/AAAAAAAACRs/9J7pKE3FDBc/s1600/27042011%2528002%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aIhVX-UaqM/Tbga_QEU-NI/AAAAAAAACRs/9J7pKE3FDBc/s640/27042011%2528002%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahem not too bad lah it's edible. Mom said the sausages would do a little more brown to it but since it's pre-cooked already so wth lah. And the egg was a little bit too thin and wide to my liking because the heat from the pan got a little bit too hot for me to handle so i raised my hands high up and when i cracked the egg shell open, it went &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SPLAT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the pan and hence :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that i would blog about frying sausages suggests the fact that i do not cook often enough so i think that will be my new determination - try to cook more often so i won't starve to death in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad quality pictures due to the use of my poor 2MP camera phone. Nokia phones suck with their camera. Nonetheless my camera has not failed me so far and has lived a good 2 years. Maybe i should start saving up to buy a bb (better camera) because qwerty's my thang, y'know? But i'm too kiamsiap to spend my money on a phone so i shall live with it and bring my camera with me more often despite the fact that it's heavy =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i baked peanut butter cookies the other day because of this crazy craving i had for Diana's peanut butter cookies :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KJM5obqlF0E/Tbgbxl7KcjI/AAAAAAAACRw/-n_wf_A3Xpc/s1600/SDC16515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KJM5obqlF0E/Tbgbxl7KcjI/AAAAAAAACRw/-n_wf_A3Xpc/s640/SDC16515.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my version :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvV6q5JDVDM/TbgapHaD8FI/AAAAAAAACRg/rUyK6TMUq8I/s1600/SDC17428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvV6q5JDVDM/TbgapHaD8FI/AAAAAAAACRg/rUyK6TMUq8I/s640/SDC17428.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know in a way my version is weird because of the coarse sugar and the chocolate buttons. Diana used fine sugar and the peanut butter brand she used can't be found in Malaysia AND she used Hershey's Kisses for her little chocolate bliss on top, so yeah. I suck big time -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cookies were a little too small sized to my liking, but because my brother told me to make them bite-sized because they are Asians and they prefer things bite-sized, i succumbed to his command i'm such a sorry creature i have no stand -.- Some batches were chewy and some batches were crunchy. Recipe was supposed to be chewy, and i looooove chewy BIG biscuits x) But oh well it wasn't really a success, but some batches were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, i thought it tasted okay-ish and was so so proud so i gave Adelle and Charissa a bottle each. I have yet to hear from them, which means it is..... T.T Maybe i thought it was okay-ish because my happiness made the cookies tasted better than they actually are. Humiliation overwhelms! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'll go hide under my pillow now good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-3759232680143811949?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/3759232680143811949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=3759232680143811949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3759232680143811949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3759232680143811949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/04/two-sausages-and-egg.html' title='Two sausages.... and an egg.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZaXDSM_U-o/Tbga9n_Wx6I/AAAAAAAACRo/QEXXKYEaxXg/s72-c/27042011%2528001%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-3525040987553970340</id><published>2011-04-27T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:49:09.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Rambut oh rambut</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Warning : a thousand vain pictures coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha actually just 5 lah just pulling your legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you know how i used to scrutinize people pictures of themselves in the bathroom? I take back my words now haha because why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kjps22BlaU/TbeZW0VIQQI/AAAAAAAACRM/PeqEo9T7ovM/s1600/SDC17577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kjps22BlaU/TbeZW0VIQQI/AAAAAAAACRM/PeqEo9T7ovM/s640/SDC17577.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because my bathroom has the best lighting ever!!! I have no idea why but my hair colour looks better in my bathroom it could be the perfect amount of natural lighting. My room's natural lighting makes my hair looked a little more yellow ewwwww In the bathroom, i see my hair with a hint of red, but the pictures doesn't convey the colour well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's pretty annoying and confusing because i can't possibly see the real colour of my hair no matter how i see it because under different circumstances my hair appears differently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daRw4EilSHw/TbeZLMCne7I/AAAAAAAACRI/csLfuxsDhhM/s1600/SDC17572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daRw4EilSHw/TbeZLMCne7I/AAAAAAAACRI/csLfuxsDhhM/s640/SDC17572.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When i take a picture of myself the hair looks super brown and lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5D01CP_prYs/TbeZjZW7bdI/AAAAAAAACRQ/te8MBO1_oSI/s1600/SDC17578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5D01CP_prYs/TbeZjZW7bdI/AAAAAAAACRQ/te8MBO1_oSI/s640/SDC17578.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i use the reflection of the mirror like this it looks even more lala because it looks like the brown looks yellow-ish especially on top. (hahahaha do you see my short and chubby fingers -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlXbxuthNHw/TbeZw8Ho_1I/AAAAAAAACRU/zBzH6-cl7go/s1600/SDC17580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlXbxuthNHw/TbeZw8Ho_1I/AAAAAAAACRU/zBzH6-cl7go/s400/SDC17580.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When i take it further like this you see the hint of red more prominently, right? TELL ME IT IS or else it will mean that i scrutinize myself in the mirror too much to cause hallucinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah another picture for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8i-Qa6Y620/TbeaKA_tIaI/AAAAAAAACRc/44E2iTU1kCE/s1600/SDC17584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8i-Qa6Y620/TbeaKA_tIaI/AAAAAAAACRc/44E2iTU1kCE/s640/SDC17584.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See see it's a whole lot different from the first 3 pictures right? So yeah now i don't know if i'm a lala brown or am i still an ang moh (red hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when my black roots dominates about 30% of my hair then i'll re-dye it again. Reddify it again. If there's such a word hahahaha i love it that i can invent my own words because i won't get a red circle around the word on my blog (not that i've invented my words in essays but yeah you get my point). And the waves i had in the pictures above are totally man-made. It's SO unfair that some girls can get these naturally beautiful waves by just.... waking up in the morning but i have to tie my hair in a bun while it's still damp the night before and THEN, i wake up and get the waves. RAAAANT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-3525040987553970340?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/3525040987553970340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=3525040987553970340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3525040987553970340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3525040987553970340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/04/rambut-oh-rambut.html' title='Rambut oh rambut'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kjps22BlaU/TbeZW0VIQQI/AAAAAAAACRM/PeqEo9T7ovM/s72-c/SDC17577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-2600723997127970259</id><published>2011-04-27T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:59:23.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just my 2 cents'/><title type='text'>Marry You - Bruno Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay i'm writing this for the second time with a very mang zhang (frustrated) feeling because i accidentally deleted like 8/9 of the post that was 98.75% finished. Zzz!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Can you believe that it is possible to do something so beautiful yet meaningful that made the whole world "Awwwwww" and then the next moment did the something that made the whole world (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;cal blindfold yourself&lt;/span&gt;) go "WTF??????" or maybe it was just me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Anyway do you remember the song 'Just the way you are' by Bruno Mars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;In case you don't, here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/LjhCEhWiKXk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;This could be one of the best love song that was ever written in the modern music history. The lyrics made sense and gives false hope to people like me that there are guys that actually think that in real life. I linked it here so you can listen to it while you read the rest of the post because it's good like that x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;A very unrelated thing that just popped in my mind right now :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Can you believe Manglish words like 'lor, hor, aiyo, etc' that seemed so familiar to us Malaysians are actually so strange and unknown to other people? Okay actually i knew but to experience it myself is like wow. When i was chatting with someone i met from the States the other day and i accidentally used 'lor' (which means i was refraining myself from using it), i was asked what does it stands for. Hahahahahaha Manglish ftw!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Okay back to the original post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;On the other hand, the song 'Marry You' is just trashy. Shame on you, Bruno Mars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;I shall scrutinize the lyrics verse by verse for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;"&gt;It’s a beautiful night,&lt;br /&gt;We’re looking for something dumb to do.&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby,&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna marry you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Marriage definitely doesn't seem like something dumb and spontaneous to do to me. Does it to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;"&gt;Is it the look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it this dancing juice?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares baby,&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna marry you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;The look in your eyes, still okay ah but does dancing juice makes you wanna marry someone? Oh and the word 'think' really pisses me off. You don't &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THINK &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;you want to marry someone, you either WANT to or you DON'T. It's like someone asking you if you're a male or a female and you say "I think i'm a male..." -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;"&gt;Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go,&lt;br /&gt;No one will know,&lt;br /&gt;Come on girl.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if we’re trashed got a pocket full of cash we can blow,&lt;br /&gt;Shots of patron,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s on girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;I know it's a super Asian thing to get married and let the whole world know, but does your marriage have to be so secretive? It sounded like he's finding a secret bush at the corner to have a one night stand and he doesn't anyone to know -.-''''''''''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;"&gt;So whatcha wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just run girl.&lt;br /&gt;If we wake up and you wanna break up that’s cool.&lt;br /&gt;No, I won’t blame you;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Speaks for itself. Call me conservative but i do believe that a marriage is supposed to be forever. Till death do us apart. And it's written in the Bible too ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Okay if you want to listen to it, here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/zmmwFHW9IjU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmmwFHW9IjU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmmwFHW9IjU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Can you believe yesterday my colleague was playing this song over and over again on the big speakers we had in the shop? Bleh i could pull out my hair there and then if i didn't shout at him to change the song because i'm powerful like that (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Another unrelated thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;My dad just called me when i was writing this post and asked about his torrent downloading (but not about his daughter wtf) and then he asked if there's anything i want to say, and i brought up the topic about my degree. The other day he sort of gave me the green light to go find a place where i would want to do my degree and said if i really wanted to do my studies overseas or anything i can definitely talk to him and work it out (You know, the lunch that made me teary lol). AND NOW. He kept firing and asking me what's wrong with our local public university and why would i want to go overseas why would i even want to go to Singapore to work because it's such a kiasu place and i won't be living in a house but in an apartment (a shoe box, to be exact) WTF IS THIS LAH do i have a father with split personalities? Come on lah don't fcking give me false hope and then go stomping on it with your safety boots. I don't even know what am i supposed to do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Okay i shall stop before i become emo and make this into a super wordy post again with a mixed feeling of rage and grief kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-2600723997127970259?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/2600723997127970259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=2600723997127970259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2600723997127970259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2600723997127970259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/04/marry-you-bruno-mars.html' title='Marry You - Bruno Mars'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-3147907197151644178</id><published>2011-04-26T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:10:44.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Finally pictures</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry i just realised most of my previous posts were all very wordy and boring i suck as a blogger T.T&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's going to be almost 2 months after i started work and i think those of you NOT in TI haven't seen me in my perfectly hideous 'uniform', there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WgJDzabHOZo/TbbM2NWAJDI/AAAAAAAACQ8/EBzSs9qkezc/s1600/SDC17559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WgJDzabHOZo/TbbM2NWAJDI/AAAAAAAACQ8/EBzSs9qkezc/s640/SDC17559.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what got into me but i kinda had a tad bit too much time before going to work today and i thought my hair looked fine today (although they look the same everyday lol) so i decided to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfDqNa_XLfo/TbbNBFGh_OI/AAAAAAAACRA/SLUudoVFi1A/s1600/SDC17560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfDqNa_XLfo/TbbNBFGh_OI/AAAAAAAACRA/SLUudoVFi1A/s640/SDC17560.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Show you my very dirty mirror and 1/8 of my excessively messy room. Oh and a better view of what i'm wearing everyday to work. I'm telling you.... i can't even put what i'm trying to convey into words -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait i want to show you my black roots too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybZzyTzUyXY/TbbMrQ8XKkI/AAAAAAAACQ4/IjMh1IfWH_I/s1600/SDC17557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybZzyTzUyXY/TbbMrQ8XKkI/AAAAAAAACQ4/IjMh1IfWH_I/s640/SDC17557.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i forgot to put it into macro mode so it's blurry but wth you can still see the colour right. My hair looks like shit now because my eeky natural hair is slowly taking over my head with black and curly-ish hair T.T&lt;br /&gt;AND my previous hair colour is fading into a crazy lala colour so yeah i'm officially disgusting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about lala, once there was this girl that i thought she was lala and then she said something like this to me "I don't want to buy those clothes that make me look like some lala, you know?" and then i was like "......" and being a polite person (ahem) i was like "Ooh ya ya i know right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what exactly is the definition to being a lala? Points to ponder lol my blog is so intellectual right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending the post with a picture of myself which accidentally appeared scary like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4l7RwZXDtwA/TbbNPFUyjfI/AAAAAAAACRE/0t8zOyDy9zw/s1600/SDC17566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4l7RwZXDtwA/TbbNPFUyjfI/AAAAAAAACRE/0t8zOyDy9zw/s640/SDC17566.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA have nightmares you beings x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : If you realised, i didn't watermark my pictures anymore because i'm too lazy like that and WHO WANTS TO STEAL MY PICTURES LA OMG -.- So yeah i'm back to watermark-less pictures (again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-3147907197151644178?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/3147907197151644178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=3147907197151644178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3147907197151644178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/3147907197151644178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/04/finally-pictures.html' title='Finally pictures'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WgJDzabHOZo/TbbM2NWAJDI/AAAAAAAACQ8/EBzSs9qkezc/s72-c/SDC17559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-6949120804652442101</id><published>2011-04-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:41:40.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Fake after all</title><content type='html'>So, the tweet. I suddenly don't feel like elaborating anymore now la haha so it really was a fake tweet =P I have a perfectly good reason okay so don't think i'm those people. You know, those that poses fake tweets and make lame excuses for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i made that up but anyway the reason is that things changes quite often for me, as in like from good to bad and then back to good again and then it became bad-ish after awhile. So i'm not even sure i can keep up with myself, let alone blog about it. So yeah i'm gonna keep it to myself until it's all decided and sorted out-ish. I'm taking a day off to really really concentrate 101% and sort out some stuff IF i am able to. I hope i don't go emo by the end of the day (again) I HATE BEING TWENTY zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on with my life? Nothing really, besides being emo and boring and work. Did i mention emo? Something's wrong with me. I kinda got into a mild discussion with my dad about going into a local university and he gave me the yellow (not that much of a green yet) light to go look for a private university that's going to be recognised internationally and then somewhere along the discussion i became all teary and you have NO FREAKING IDEA how hard i tried to held back the tears (and from making myself look like a psycho who tears up for no reason at all). I'm on my period though. Does that help explain anything? No lah i don't really think hormones could do such a freaky thing to one's mind/body.. does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right and i realised my posts nowadays are rather wordy. Sorry if you got bored. But somewhere along the way i got lazy to plug the cable from the camera to the USB port and then click here and there. I wish i have a camera with a bluetooth function. Or rather it's because there's nothing worthy of a picture in my life now. Sorry that i'm such an unenthusiastic blogger lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I started painting my nails again (: Itching for some new colours to spice of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently holding the key to the shop i'm working in now stress giler ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a retail therapy. ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay imma sleep now happy easter everyone oyasumi (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-6949120804652442101?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/6949120804652442101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=6949120804652442101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/6949120804652442101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/6949120804652442101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/04/fake-after-all.html' title='Fake after all'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-5623578107208566157</id><published>2011-04-24T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:22:20.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a fake tweet!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being so emo in my previous post i don't know what got into me. No actually i know, it's life's decisions wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i tweeted :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 25px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 25px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Thank you God for reading my mind blog (: Imma blog tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta" data="{}" style="color: #999999; display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; height: auto; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a class="entry-date" href="http://twitter.com/fwJL/status/61638371474284544" rel="bookmark" style="color: #999999; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Apr 23 03:51:47 +0000 2011'}" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;about 12 hours ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;via web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta" data="{}" style="color: #999999; display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; height: auto; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta" data="{}" style="color: #999999; display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; height: auto; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta" data="{}" style="display: block; height: auto; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I really wanted to blog about what was it about because suddenly i felt that God hears my cry and answered them in a lightning bolt. But my friend texted me during work to go out after work and i thought why not since i have not seen them in awhile, and we got carried away (made my bro think that i was lost too because i forgot to take my cell out of my bag and left it in the car while i went to the indian festival thing - he was supposed to fetch me because i didn't drive) and now it's 0020. I have easter sunrise service at 0630 so i'm going to sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta" data="{}" style="display: block; height: auto; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta" data="{}" style="display: block; height: auto; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Tomorrow, peeps! Selamat malam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-5623578107208566157?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/5623578107208566157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=5623578107208566157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5623578107208566157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/5623578107208566157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-fake-tweet.html' title='Not a fake tweet!'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-2865512057378735314</id><published>2011-04-22T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:03:00.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just my 2 cents'/><title type='text'>Grass is greener on the other side.</title><content type='html'>Like literally okay. I don't get why Malaysian grass are so dull. I tried searching for a picture on my hard disk for comparison but that only made me realise i never even bothered to take pictures of Malaysian grass. But then again, there were no green pastures and meadows in Orlando, so wth la lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about the future a lot, especially in these few years where decision-making plays an important part in my life. Not to say i'm the only one thinking about it, because everyone goes through this stage too. Anyway, i've been thinking, and sometimes tried to draw an outline of how my life is going to be (playing God), &lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt; in these past 2 days. Up to the extent that my mother said she flashed the headlamps at me this afternoon where she parked IN FRONT of my house and honked at me loudly (or so she claims), and i'm telling you, i didn't hear a thing. My friends visited me at my workplace today and said that i looked emo. I'M NOT EMO LA OKAY i was just thinking. Jeez. Girls really &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; over think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what was i thinking? Shitloads of stuff. Primarily about my tertiary education and my working life. As cliché or overrated as it sounds, i want to go some place else. Yes, i know, i hear everyone saying it nowadays too. With the cheap (or considerably cheap compared to those days) air tickets now, it is possible for everyone to go everywhere. Call it whatever you want, i want to broaden my horizons, open my eyes to the world, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wants me to wait for our local university acceptance letter, which i am still clueless which university i'm going to be accepted into, and whether their certificates for a degree would be accepted internationally or not. Because believe me, i've heard countless stories of people telling me otherwise. But fine, i'll listen and obey, like i did 2 years ago before accepting the offer to enroll in Lower Six in 2009. Like my SPM results, my STPM results were okay-ish, which means it is not good enough for me to apply for full scholarships but it is good enough for me to be accepted into local universities with a higher chance of getting in. Great. &lt;i&gt;Just what i wanted&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;But i couldn't complain considering the amount of effort and seriousness i put in. I'm just not the examination type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me into.... working life. In the first place, i don't know if i will be regretting my decision of going into accountancy, because i know i am not the person to go to the same old office everyday, sitting in my same old desk and doing figures whole day long. I will hate my job, i will hate my life, i will hate everything around me, and finally i will fall into depression. So that's problem #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem #2 is that i want to work in the States. Why on earth does the States has to have a totally different education system than us? Because they can afford to do so and Britain has conquered Malaysia back in those days so we have to follow their education system. I have been thinking, and thinking, and researching, and looking, and reading, and hunting for a suitable pathway for me to do so. First is ADTP, which my dad clearly said no already because he has to pay for my brother's foundation and degree in some private university while i took STPM and am waiting to enroll in a local university for 9 months. Oh and some financial constraints that i seriously am not clear about too but bottom line is that I DON'T HAVE THE CASH ATM. So, next is i take a degree and take a CPA America by AICPA. But if i were to graduate with a degree from a local university, will it be recognised as a degree for me to take a CPA America? Oh and WE CAN'T TAKE THE EXAM IN MALAYSIA although i've asked 2 counsellors from some universities whether i can take it in Malaysia, and they said 'yes'. Before this, candidates have to fly all the way to the States to take the exam but in August they're having one in Japan so that it's easier for us Asians to take the exams. I read all these in their official site okay so if you think otherwise blame their website. But i'd appreciate if any of you have relatives or had experienced the pathway to get a CPA America yourself to share with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I've summarized my 2 days of thinking into the above paragraph so bear with me if this is wordy and long winded. I just needed to rant and put my thoughts somewhere where someone could give me opinions and proper advises. Facebook is too public and my blog isn't public enough. So yeah so this is like a diary for me -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, why the States? Am i brainwashed to think that the States is the 'land of opportunities'? (adapted from a book i'm reading recently) No, not really. I just think that if i were to go anywhere, i would go to the States, rather than Europe or the Land Down Under. I mean, why not? My sister's there. They have really cool stuff like Birchbox there :P Though their taxes are pretty heavy, but oh well. For instance, i never get English jokes. Like, seriously. Movies, or people i've met. (My aunt says that they ALWAYS start a conversation with the weather. What could possibly be a better starter for a conversation?) And Australia doesn't appear as an interesting place to me. Though i wouldn't mind visiting to both places. And i'm not 'influenced' to be like an &lt;i&gt;ang moh &lt;/i&gt;nor am i denying my race. Believe me, i am very asian in a lot of ways. Like, i always, always, always eat my eggs with soy sauce, likes long hair, uses BB cream, has a flat chest, i pronounce three without the 'h' and i fight for the bill (at times). Anyway i've been told that Asians are very exotic, so i'm definitely sticking with Asian (: If anything, i find Asian guys appealing. Only if the guy doesn't have his hair sticking to his face on one side. And has typical Asian-like mind. You &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, i like travelling. Even if it's within the country. It would be better if my country has the Grand Canyon and Niagra Falls though. Maybe i'll make it a point to go travelling every now and then when i'm working in the future. The thing is, if i had no other choice but to be stuck in Malaysia, i'd like to spend my university years abroad. &amp;nbsp;But if that were to be in America, it's not gonna happen because my dad has this thing against me going there, meeting someone and settle down there. And we have a different education system. Bah. Welcome to the Asian family where parents have the say to everything although they always say "it's your life, you decide". Anyway none of these are going to happen now because i am going to be here. Not that it's not a good place. I like Malaysia. I love its food, and that it's a tropical country. Just too wet at times. And we don't get natural disasters, at least not yet. But if we do, the whole country will be wiped out omg. I can't decide whether i'm a pessimist or an optimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... All these will just remain as an empty box which i haven't tick on my life's to-do list. Then again, it's not my decision to make. It's God's will. But sometimes i do wonder, do we just wait for God to show us a way, or do we make an effort to do something ourselves and God will guide us through? Zzzz i need loads of prayers. And answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam dam di dam. Woooooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-2865512057378735314?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/2865512057378735314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=2865512057378735314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2865512057378735314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/2865512057378735314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/04/grass-is-greener-on-other-side.html' title='Grass is greener on the other side.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-293559392473422859</id><published>2011-04-11T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:42:48.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate how some songs make me emo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/dHRqxRDmXj8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dHRqxRDmXj8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dHRqxRDmXj8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I hate you. For making me regret. For making me emo. For making me sneeze. For making me happy and sad at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-293559392473422859?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/293559392473422859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=293559392473422859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/293559392473422859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/293559392473422859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-hate-how-some-songs-make-me-emo.html' title='I hate how some songs make me emo.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-8639321352984512488</id><published>2011-04-06T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:55:45.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>One month now.</title><content type='html'>Why hello. Let me tell you a little about working in the sales department, from my one month's experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People expect every salesperson to have supersonic hearing because they'd just mumble and jumble up all the words in the softest voice possible, and expects u to hear them, and understand what they just spoke to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When mandarin speaking people comes in the shop and asks for 'pu tong', which in my understanding means normal (which means neither expensive nor cheap) because that's the literal meaning, they actually meant the cheapest in the range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your colleague aka senior would want u to tell the customers information that they are already reading because they will not be irritated and offended to be thought as illiterates attempting to read the information on the packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is this thing called salesgasm. It happens when someone came in just to say hi to u, and ended up buying a laptop from you because you talked them into it. Right at the moment where they say "Haihz.. Okay lah.", that's salesgasm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Being the top salesperson is like winning an Oscar award for best actress/actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Talking someone into buying something that they didn't intend to in the first place feels good. Pretty darn good, i must say. Even though you know you won't get any commission from doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Working in a situation where you must talk almost all the time, you start to appreciate quiet mornings and nights where you don't need to deal with people, and spend some time alone by yourself. This doesn't make one a loner, or does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your biggest fear is to run into someone that you ignored totally during your schooling days as your customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, i guess. One month felt like four when you're working. It zooms by when you're schooling. Hmm. Anyway, 3 months to go before i can quit my job and splurge all the moneh on stuff x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-8639321352984512488?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/8639321352984512488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=8639321352984512488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8639321352984512488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8639321352984512488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-month-now.html' title='One month now.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-308703439745368399</id><published>2011-03-23T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:53:18.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good stuff'/><title type='text'>All about B.</title><content type='html'>I guess i only update every week/ every few weeks nowadays. But it's better than leaving my blog for the cobwebs, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm currently on a no-polish month cos my nails are turning yellow even though i'm using Essie's close the gap base coat every time i apply polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Just went for my 2nd threading session, and this time it got red but no swelling. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bought Bio-essence Tri-Action Aqua Boost sleeping mask when i went out for grocery shopping with mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-h__VNRtNHa4/TYnusc8E8lI/AAAAAAAACQU/OPBKptJt-Cg/s1600/SDC17423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-h__VNRtNHa4/TYnusc8E8lI/AAAAAAAACQU/OPBKptJt-Cg/s640/SDC17423.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u believe i only bought the sleeping mask? The rest are samples that the salesgirl generously gave me (:&lt;br /&gt;I heard my sis singing praises about Laneige's sleeping mask so i thought i should give this one a shot since it's on promotion (YES, i know Laneige is department and Bio-essence is drugstore. Wa bo lui! ) and i'm loving it so far. Smells kinda nice-ish, not too strong and not too mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will be showing u swatches of my favourite polishes at this moment (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-H38PG07DUw0/TYnuGxL_4II/AAAAAAAACP0/jfl9yLP7LmI/s1600/SDC17292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-H38PG07DUw0/TYnuGxL_4II/AAAAAAAACP0/jfl9yLP7LmI/s640/SDC17292.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sally Hansen Diamond Strength in Pink Proposal &lt;/b&gt;: I like the colour a lot but this polish is way too sheer! To achieve the look in the picture, i painted 5 freaking coats, and STILL SHEER!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nSaqe0kKw4c/TYnuK4gb2aI/AAAAAAAACP4/k2rXX_434CQ/s1600/SDC17302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nSaqe0kKw4c/TYnuK4gb2aI/AAAAAAAACP4/k2rXX_434CQ/s640/SDC17302.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revlon nail enamel in Revlon Red : Freaking happening colour! I'd stare at them the whole day, if time permits. But i can't use them on a daily basis cos it's too happening for my boring life x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fULZrzEL8Jw/TYnuOwDeSgI/AAAAAAAACP8/vdcQIMLxGqg/s1600/SDC17391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fULZrzEL8Jw/TYnuOwDeSgI/AAAAAAAACP8/vdcQIMLxGqg/s640/SDC17391.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Revlon nail enamel in Grey Suede : MY FAVOURITE OUT OF THE FAVOURITES! It's like a dupe from the nude OPI i used for my sister's wedding, but way cheaper (Malaysian price)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Revlon's nail enamel is my favourite thing to buy now cos TSF's nail polishes chip really fast. So much for cheap polishes with nice colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Got my bro to help me buy Skin Food Salmon Oil Concealer Cream during his trip to Ipoh last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u8lNhEtfh5k/TYnuXDfKkbI/AAAAAAAACQE/ytYvverWWbI/s1600/SDC17397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u8lNhEtfh5k/TYnuXDfKkbI/AAAAAAAACQE/ytYvverWWbI/s640/SDC17397.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The shop was out of #2, so he got it in #1 cos he thought that since i'm so fair it suits me. LUCKILY, it doesn't look like i painted white on my dark circles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b0ki2D4cfXE/TYnuSxh2hwI/AAAAAAAACQA/3MdG2Fqa4C0/s1600/SDC17396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b0ki2D4cfXE/TYnuSxh2hwI/AAAAAAAACQA/3MdG2Fqa4C0/s640/SDC17396.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But my bro's friend parked his car under the sun for a few hours, and it made my concealer sweat :( It's really greasy when i apply it now, i wonder does the sweating jumbles up its formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bought FCUK edt for her and i freaking LOVE it!! I got it cheaper than retail price thanks to connections, so yay for cheap fragrances (: FCUK fragrances are really cheap. And nice. I have this thing for male fragrances, but i can't use them cos they're too 'manly' for me. So my new fragrance has a tint of manliness but yet it's feminine, score! Complicated much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. For the grand finale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--mwWDnVANrE/TYnuh9zm1RI/AAAAAAAACQM/bYB_WekAGyE/s1600/SDC17410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--mwWDnVANrE/TYnuh9zm1RI/AAAAAAAACQM/bYB_WekAGyE/s640/SDC17410.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has been awhile since i had straight hair, and it has been forever since i had curls, so there. As usual, i hated the stick straight-ness of the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gljFh4tooEg/TYnungrjjCI/AAAAAAAACQQ/lJ424i__GFg/s1600/SDC17415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gljFh4tooEg/TYnungrjjCI/AAAAAAAACQQ/lJ424i__GFg/s640/SDC17415.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for visiting, please come again soon (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-308703439745368399?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/308703439745368399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=308703439745368399&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/308703439745368399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/308703439745368399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-about-b.html' title='All about B.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-h__VNRtNHa4/TYnusc8E8lI/AAAAAAAACQU/OPBKptJt-Cg/s72-c/SDC17423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-4139332555765467397</id><published>2011-03-05T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:14:10.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Me+Work=?</title><content type='html'>So.... I AM WORKING NOW HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;As a working woman *ahem*, i hardly find time to blog ey. So, now i'm wondering how working adults would ever find time to blog at all. And by this, i meant the beauty blogs i read, cos they always say stuff like "Work have been really hectic for me,....etc".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reach home at night after work, i just don't feel the urge to do a post. Lazy much, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, my current work is not very stressful and tiring everyday, and i would actually say my previous work as a teacher for 4yo are far more stressful than this job. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a very short update on my life that u've been missing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went for random job interviews&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-izwTbuI9chw/TXEDWvUgdwI/AAAAAAAACPg/CLN2uVaW0Fw/s1600/SDC17342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-izwTbuI9chw/TXEDWvUgdwI/AAAAAAAACPg/CLN2uVaW0Fw/s640/SDC17342.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So this was how i looked like when i went for interviews, and i successfully got 4 jobs (woohooo!) but i chose the best among the 4 jobs (i emphasize on &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;among the four jobs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;), which is being a salesgirl in 81 solution, a computer shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;I love how slightly heavier makeup makes my skin look so FLAWLESS x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u had been stalking my profile, or u're on facebook / twitter 24/7, u would've noticed my tweets and statuses saying i was really desperate. And not to forget, my previous blog post. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has been 9 days since i've started work, and no serious complaints yet. It's just this thing with freaking rude and fussy customers. I kinda reminded myself why i DIDN'T wanna work as a salesgirl in the first place. But oh well, i haven't encountered customers that i feel like slamming the whole monitor into their head like in the cartoons yet. So i should be fine-ish till then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Btw can u believe how cocky kids nowadays are? Just because they're customers doesn't make them the freaking queen alright. SUCK MY TOES LAH OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bought an epilator!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahahaha i have been thinking about this for quite a long long time and so on my first off day, i went grocery shopping with my mum and conveniently asked her to buy one for me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-cdWWTo12siY/TXEDKFNLYJI/AAAAAAAACPc/LZXXgM0mc68/s1600/SDC17371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-cdWWTo12siY/TXEDKFNLYJI/AAAAAAAACPc/LZXXgM0mc68/s640/SDC17371.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was so freaking pretty i felt so happy i got it!! To the extent that i would stare at it for a minute every chance i get (no joke!). With this in my hands now, i would even consider pulling out hair from my legs and hands instead of going to waxing, which is bad for the skin. I said ; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;consider&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just discovered that guys are actually freaking CHICKEN about getting their hair from any parts of their body pulled. Makes girl feel so macho cos we pluck our eyebrows, and do all the other grooming that involves plucking hairs. And by 'we', i meant only those that cares to groom. Heh. I have heard of the word &lt;i&gt;SHAVING&lt;/i&gt;, but it just doesn't do the job well, and shaving doesn't leave your body hairless for long enough. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bought Tamagohado AHA+BHA Hada Labo Facial Wash!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-o_ZSnxcOCQI/TXEDnt9UMWI/AAAAAAAACPk/twFhSLxnbLQ/s1600/SDC17366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-o_ZSnxcOCQI/TXEDnt9UMWI/AAAAAAAACPk/twFhSLxnbLQ/s640/SDC17366.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay actually i thought i was having a good hair day that day and just wanted to find something to take a picture with xP But apparently it still looks like shit. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read pretty good reviews about this one and the name Tamagohado means 'egg skin' so it's supposed to make your face feel like hard boiled egg skin? Haha! Don't know how it is yet, but i freaking L-O-V-E the previous hada labo facial wash i used (the white one) before this, and it didn't cause any breakouts AT ALL besides the one caused by hormones during my menstrual. So yeah i have a pretty good feeling about this egg skin cleanser (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually a sucker for stuff with good fragrance but i'll let this one go since it is sooo freaking good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;My birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my birthday passed like a gazillion years ago, but i just got my best birthday present this year not long ago, so there :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iwJ7ko4ekpk/TXEGSWSDlEI/AAAAAAAACPo/Cm26SDQHZX8/s1600/SDC17375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iwJ7ko4ekpk/TXEGSWSDlEI/AAAAAAAACPo/Cm26SDQHZX8/s640/SDC17375.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Made by none other than Miss. Charissa. SERIOUSLY even her drawing or notes were to fall somewhere on the streets i'd recognize it straightaway! And this is like, the best 'card' she ever made me during my birthdays! (Yeah she makes me cards for all my birthdays but i've just started collecting them in a file a few years ago &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i say 'card', was because it's not actually a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jIBImRCA8HM/TXEGefyEBgI/AAAAAAAACPs/YMb4TpHK_tA/s1600/SDC17376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jIBImRCA8HM/TXEGefyEBgI/AAAAAAAACPs/YMb4TpHK_tA/s640/SDC17376.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's in a comic form, drawn very meticulously (i'm assuming lol), reminiscing some of the life adventures we've been through the past 20 years. Well obviously she can't draw everything because if she does it'll take her till my next birthday to do it! But yeah this is a real sweet and nice thing to do, so yeah thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u're reading this Charissa, and if we're still into cards when we're 40, i'm hoping for another one (with kids) ya xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8IhdW1actZQ/TXEGotDIFsI/AAAAAAAACPw/luQBCC934zY/s1600/SDC17384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8IhdW1actZQ/TXEGotDIFsI/AAAAAAAACPw/luQBCC934zY/s640/SDC17384.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just to show u guys what a great friend i had that spent all her time doing fabulous birthday cards for me when she was supposed to be cleaning the dishes, moping/sweeping the floor, doing the laundry, baking cookies, etc during the months after SPM/STPM (: Jealous, aren't u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, THANKIUUUUUUUUHHHHHH Charissa mwah mwah mwah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ends my very short update of my life so far, and if i feel like it maybe i'll go do a post of my working days and take pictures of my working place. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If i feel like it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-4139332555765467397?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/4139332555765467397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=4139332555765467397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/4139332555765467397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/4139332555765467397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/03/mework.html' title='Me+Work=?'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-izwTbuI9chw/TXEDWvUgdwI/AAAAAAAACPg/CLN2uVaW0Fw/s72-c/SDC17342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-8801368223118266270</id><published>2011-02-23T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:32:42.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Sian sia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I. AM. FREAKING. ROTTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the jobs that my friend offered (which sounded crazily perfect cos what i want for now is an office job, related to accountancy so i'll know roughly what i'm gonna be dealing with in the future) was actually a NO after asking their parents. It's like, a crime to give people false hope okay? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm staying up VERY late nowadays because i do nothing in the day that tires me out so i have shitloads of energy left by the end of the day. And everyone is working or studying now so no one will go out and have fun with me! And i often get invitations to go do really cool and fun stuff during the weekdays, usually Saturday night (duhh) but i have church in the morning the next day! Si beh tragic okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, i happen to stumble upon&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xia Xue's blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;when i was stalking&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.frmheadtotoe.com/"&gt;Frmheadtotoe&lt;/a&gt;'s twitter page. Frmheadtotoe.com happens to be the only blog that i read often (cos i don't read people's blogs often), and yeah it's a beauty blog but she has a lot of other stuff happening there and i think the way she speaks is so funny! Anyway, for those of u who don't know who is Xia Xue, she's a celebrity blogger from Singapore who speaks her mind in her blogs. Vulgar. But i like it, a lot (: But i'm kinda lazy to read all her posts cos she has been blogging since 2003! (how come i never discovered her before?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah i still had something to do online nowadays. Anyway a quick update on my sucky life :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom invited Zhi over for lunch quite some time ago for taking 'good' care of me (and charissa) during our&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/01/failed-attempt-of-conquering.html"&gt;Camerons trip&lt;/a&gt;. So i thought i'd invite Charissa over too, since she was rotting at home too at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTA14hR49ZE/TWPZHBxw_HI/AAAAAAAACPQ/yNEGkGlXcPQ/s1600/SDC17284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTA14hR49ZE/TWPZHBxw_HI/AAAAAAAACPQ/yNEGkGlXcPQ/s640/SDC17284.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See i was so considerate to give people fun-ish activities when they're rotting but why is it that no one thinks of me?!&lt;br /&gt;Note : my bro was holding onto that bottle of wine, hoping that he'll lure Zhi into drinking but he (and the rest of us) refused so he's devastated haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OC8ggA3eN8o/TWPZMvJjzlI/AAAAAAAACPU/RmZUGZKpl9I/s1600/SDC17324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OC8ggA3eN8o/TWPZMvJjzlI/AAAAAAAACPU/RmZUGZKpl9I/s640/SDC17324.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Taken with my pretty flash mode (i don't know what is its proper name). The difference is that with this flash, it brightens the background too, and it doesn't make your face oily (or like u have jaundice)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Delle, KY, TTL, Zhi and my bro for a makan session before Zhi flies. We are having makan session before each one of us leaves. Hahahaha so much for farewells. We have been having those for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be going out for my bro's and mine too, if they're still free by the time i'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHZI7R98QAM/TWPZS8FXiZI/AAAAAAAACPY/xErA3lBl0eM/s1600/SDC17333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHZI7R98QAM/TWPZS8FXiZI/AAAAAAAACPY/xErA3lBl0eM/s640/SDC17333.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;TTL freaking puked at my house after we had Zhi's farewell dinner. And me being a pro photographer, caught his puke on camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdo said he wanna be drunk to the extent that he doesn't know what he's doing anymore, so my bro (happily) did the job. Gave him rum, wine, and 12% beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt : It's not fun taking care (though i didn't really 'take care' of him) of drunkards when u're 100% sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Simon to bring me into his workplace cos i am that bored now. I'm hoping that i don't regret this like mad a few days later. Haha. And i'm that bored now i'm looking through&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lolsnaps.com/news/2656/0/"&gt;LOLsnaps&lt;/a&gt;. Sigh. Where's my life? I feel so BLERGH that i didn't even have the mood to be emo. Cos i was emo before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway STPM results were out. Didn't get what i expected (which was WAAAAAAAAY worse). I wanted to say 'stupid teachers' but realised that they are actually freaking smart so i'm gonna call them SENSEIs of Horley (: Cos in school, i've never got a CGPA of 2.0. I'm freaking serious. No joke. And when i got my results, i was in a total shock! I thought that STPM's standard went crazily low. But no way, cos they said STPM is the hardest exam on earth (or so they claim). And on the day that we got our results, my teacher revealed to me that actually they were being exceptionally strict on us during school exams (including trials okay!) so that we won't take STPM too lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF okay they made me lost hope in STPM and i was telling everyone if i were to pass every subject i'd be contented already. But it was good-ish, in a way (: So yeah thanks, SMK Horley Methodist TI teachers that taught me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay imma sleep now. Going for job hunt tomorrow. Let's hope i won't get a freaking crappy job with crappy pay ya. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-8801368223118266270?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/8801368223118266270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=8801368223118266270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8801368223118266270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/8801368223118266270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/02/sian-sia.html' title='Sian sia.'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTA14hR49ZE/TWPZHBxw_HI/AAAAAAAACPQ/yNEGkGlXcPQ/s72-c/SDC17284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-919708479041424889</id><published>2011-02-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:20:04.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Scammed by Etude House chic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just came back from a trip to KL, mainly to enquire about the degree for Accounting and Finance at Sunway and HELP. But eventually my dad decided to skip the trip to HELP instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was to stay in my uncle's house, so i brought a hideous beyond description bag and ALMOST wanted to wear shorts and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;wore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; a bimbotic "Guys make good accessories" tee to KL... only to find out when my dad fetched us from the bus, we're spending the night at Ritz. That damn place, no matter what i wear, i feel freaking under-dressed okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah i was kinda trying to cover the words with a letter when my dad introduced me to the receptionist (a guy) as his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i was contemplating whether to change into a more presentable looking tee (yeah i brought all tees) but wth if i'm pretty then i'll prettify the tee as well right (: So i went to S.Wang with my bro cos he wanted to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the jist of the post where THE ETUDE HOUSE CHIC SCAMMED ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So i was looking for a powder brow kit at Sasa, and they don't have the shade that i wanted, so i was just scouting around and when i saw my watch i realised i was crazily short of time, so i just barged into Etude house and told the girl "I need a brow powder kit". She brought me to the brow section and kinda introduced me to their brow mascara cos according to her, my brows are kinda thick-ish so the mascara would suffice. Okay lah. I thought it looked kinda nice also cos when she tried to apply on my brows i told her to do it on her brows instead (like hell i'm gonna let her put that tester on my face), it looked kinda nice (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And there's this beauty passport thing i had from last time where u spend RM30 and u get a sticker. Collect 20 (RM600) and u get a RM50 voucher. She asked if i wanna get something else so that i can get the sticker. Asked her how much was the mascara, and she said it's RM29.90. WTF LA i told her to just add another 10 cents, but she said she can't cos she had to key it in and she will have to pay for me. I said i'd give her RM1 for her to pay RM0.10 (freaking 90 cents profit okay) but yet she said cannot. Then i looked at her for a moment...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;SHE FREAKING HYPNOTIZED ME.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I simply grabbed a mask and let her key in the thing, paid her, got my sticker, and went out of the store. While i was walking back to Ritz, i realised that she had casted a spell on me! Like... Why would i need that sticker anyway? I don't buy much stuff from Etude house anyway -.- I wouldn't reach the 20 stickers in the given time. Jeez. I should throw away all these member cards to make sure history doesn't repeat itself. Tio scammed of my RM6 that i didn't need to spend in the first place. Don't say it's a small amount only i should chill cos i could have bought a set of falsies which i actually need okay!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah after the whole drama, we went to this Chiu Chow cuisine restaurant at Starhill Gallery for dinner. (in my "Guys make great accessories" tee, yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFui5ewxOUo/TV5_tpCBmuI/AAAAAAAACPM/TrOKvKJhGrM/s1600/17022011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFui5ewxOUo/TV5_tpCBmuI/AAAAAAAACPM/TrOKvKJhGrM/s640/17022011.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the blurry picture, i wasn't expecting anything nice during my KL trip so i didn't bring my camera along. This is from my 1.3MP phone camera. I freaking should have lor! Their braised pork with mui choy was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; good, i wanted to take one of those cliche food pictures!! Anyway the dinner cost both of us RM163.80, and daddy redeemed RM250 coupons from YTL platinum plus in RM50's, so i didn't wanna waste a RM50 coupon for RM13.80 (if u can do the math), so i paid the rest in cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i claimed my rightful cash from daddy (only because i'm short of cash now), and he gave me RM20 cos he had no small change, and neither did i. Score! Scammed daddy of his RM6.20 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a belated new year's resolution on tweeter which is not to buy anymore cosmetics this year unless i absolutely have to. Impulse purchase has left my wallet empty of cash when i travelled back from KL this time. I had tonnes of eyeshadows already but those sales girls freaking hypnotized me to buy them again okay! And i don't even makeup often now -.- Let's hope when i enter university soon everyone in my class makeup everyday so i'll feel the peer pressure to makeup everyday and use up my supplies (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-919708479041424889?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/919708479041424889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=919708479041424889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/919708479041424889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/919708479041424889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/02/scammed-by-etude-house-chic.html' title='Scammed by Etude House chic'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFui5ewxOUo/TV5_tpCBmuI/AAAAAAAACPM/TrOKvKJhGrM/s72-c/17022011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-7452958470053336593</id><published>2011-02-14T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:04:34.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fwJL facts'/><title type='text'>fwJL facts #12</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no talent. And i'm abso-freaking-lutely serious! I've been 'searching' for years now (cos people kept telling me to wait and it'll 'show' later on in life), and yet i can't find anything. I've lived 2 whole decades and yet, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports - I do sports, a little for the sake of exercising, but am not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;Music - I know a pinch of this and that, but no where near good.&lt;br /&gt;Arts - I don't do art like a 3 year old, but i'm not all that artsy bitsy as well.&lt;br /&gt;Cooking/Baking - HOPELESS.&lt;br /&gt;Studies - I'm not a dimwit but i'm no smartass either.&lt;br /&gt;Makeup - I know a lot in theory, but i suck at the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;Socialising - I have a lot of friends, yes. But to make new friends with *snaps fingers*, it really depends on a looooooot of factors.&lt;br /&gt;Computer - I do know more about computers than most girls, but still it's a drop in an ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping - In contrary to most of u might think, i'm a terribly lousy shopper. A good shopper is one who can find good deals and good stuff. I always end up with lousy deals and buying lousy stuff at higher price. My sister is a good shopper.&lt;br /&gt;Kids - Some might think i'm good with kids, but i'll only be good to them when i feel like it, and i'm totally bias (if u get what i mean *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;Gaming - I play games, but i hardly succeed finishing games. Or train till a decently high level.&lt;br /&gt;Languages - I speak quite a number of dialects and the 3 main language for Malaysia, and i consider English as my mother tongue. Yet, it is not even near considerably good. Above average, maybe, but not good.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing - I dance a little during school time, but i can't do professional dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Gambling - Hardly any luck doing that, and i'm not specifically talking about this year only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for words of consolation. It's just that no one wants a Jack of all traits. Feeling like bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy once told me that Hotel Management is like being a Jack of all traits, but no one wants that. They want people who can specialise in stuff. Felt a stab in my heart *machete in my heart*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264776897639982369-7452958470053336593?l=beautyzealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/feeds/7452958470053336593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264776897639982369&amp;postID=7452958470053336593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7452958470053336593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264776897639982369/posts/default/7452958470053336593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautyzealot.blogspot.com/2011/02/fwjl-facts-13.html' title='fwJL facts #12'/><author><name>fwJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05648904372929879663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjxwD-VUItc/TaHCpq-3CFI/AAAAAAAACQY/JwvawVD_mLo/s220/SDC17359.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264776897639982369.post-4606708587648444955</id><published>2011-02-13T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:50:18.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good stuff'/><title type='text'>Virgin no more</title><content type='html'>RELAX. I'm talking about my brows &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My virgin bushy brows are now shaped and defined oh loves (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and shape my brows for the first time yesterday, with KShyen. Took my camera out to take a picture with her because we didn't for a very long time, but i got carried away talking to her (as usual) and forgot to take out the camera. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i heard, i was already mentally preparing myself for EXTREME pain during the threading process. I guess i was expecting too much, so after everything (though i was a little teary, can't help it cos it's so near the eyes right), i went like "Eh? That wasn't so bad.". Wasn't saying that it wasn't pain, but after the first 'tear', it was kinda okay. Not as bad as i was expecting. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm totally ready for tattoo now lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see how i looked like about 30 minutes after the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1WiIPffMQRM/TVfUDBvge_I/AAAAAAAACPA/2e3PkdjhPbA/s1600/SDC17230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1WiIPffMQRM/TVfUDBvge_I/AAAAAAAACPA/2e3PkdjhPbA/s640/SDC17230.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can puke now if u want to (: So much for having sensitive skin. I was so worried that my skin won't handle the rough process of threading so i wouldn't be able to do it ever again in the future! But luckily, it subsided after 2 hours. Thank God!! So, i'm willing to sacrifice a few hours of looking like the picture above to look like the picture below :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6-soB7iNCXI/TVfUM-qaYxI/AAAAAAAACPE/XtdVTJqGww8/s1600/SDC17237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="406" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6-soB7iNCXI/TVfUM-qaYxI/AAAAAAAACPE/XtdVTJqGww8/s640/SDC17237.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sorry i forgot to lift my fringe up and i cropped the picture cos i was accidentally looking at the camera when i was taking the picture. My eyes directly staring at myself kinda creeps me out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta thank (and kiss) Shyen to the max for bringing me there. I love hers so much more though. Boo to sparse Asian eyebrows like mine. Anyway, BUSHY BROWS NO MORE. Shyen said doing your brows makes u look more like a woman, and no more a girl. And i gotta agree with that. It's like a Bar Mitzvah! Really really like my look more now. (Oh, now i get the 'brow bone' space to put highlighter, AND i get more space to work my eyeshadows!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having your brows done, or having your body hair waxed makes u pay more attention to the same things on other people. Like... U walk down the street and u see someone and u say to yourself "AHA!! You have bushy brows/hair!". But i know they couldn't care less, cos they have something of different priority. It's an individual thing. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The before/after photo :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak-rSMrcXdo/TVfT3aqnGII/AAAAAAA
