<?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-1562467901195023080</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:31:57.262+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Sacrifice'/><category term='Heartbroken'/><category term='Depression'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Nonsense'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Frustrated'/><category term='Mini Story'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Themed'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Opinions'/><category term='Boy Love'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Angry'/><category term='School'/><category term='Embarrassing'/><title type='text'>Yumimi~Sama</title><subtitle type='html'>Be careful~ My pet Salamander loves me ^^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-8634879579002320331</id><published>2010-02-15T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:42:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migrating again</title><content type='html'>Hopefully for good @___________@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I have no inspiration to blog at all these days. So I decided that I'll post up something short everyday, just to keep my friends updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But logging in to Blogger to put up a short post just sounds ridiculous to me. Besides, I don't really like Blogger's templates and I don't like the layout of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't tell me Blogger's template is customizable because I am very much aware of that and I don't have the patience to edit the codes and I don't have someone to do it for me =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've moved to a new blog on &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. It's interface is extremely user-friendly and much more suited to short posts than Blogspot. So I announce now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially moved to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yumimisama.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://yumimisama.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think I will update here anymore, but if I do I'll let you all know via a post on tumblr Orz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll see you all drop comments in my new blog ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-8634879579002320331?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/8634879579002320331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=8634879579002320331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8634879579002320331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8634879579002320331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2010/02/migrating-again.html' title='Migrating again'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-9000061871939630132</id><published>2010-01-24T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:12:14.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Getting Up</title><content type='html'>In these few short weeks I've been going through an emotional roller-coaster, dealing with personal struggles, but knowing at the same time that there are things that I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, no matter what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends around me who are also struggling. It really isn't a good start to a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whether good or bad, the earth doesn't stop spinning. The clock continues ticking. And we continue breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part about dealing with emotions, is knowing that we cannot just escape reality and bury ourselves in the mess and expecting it to go away just like that. We still have to continue going to work, going for classes, doing our laundry, filling our tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first few days of the turn of events. I didn't want to do anything. The worst thing was that I had no appetite. My body was screaming for food, but I just couldn't feed it. I'd swallow a few mouthfuls and throw the other three quarters of my plate away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard from most friends too, what they are going through. A few had break-ups, a few had fights, some are going through career problems, and one who's father just passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who I know anyway @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, there are good news too. A friend found new love, a relative is getting married, and another had a new-born baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is amazing, isn't it? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we fall, but the process of picking ourselves up, is what helps us grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God is wonderful. He gives us trials, but He will always help us pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps all this happened for a reason. Because I am now single again, I have more time for myself, to discover myself, to love myself more, and to give more time to my Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all my friends who are going through emotional turmoil, be strong =) Because it will all come to pass. And as my senior tells me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When shit happens, you know something better is waiting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry my loves =D We are survivors ^o^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-9000061871939630132?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/9000061871939630132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=9000061871939630132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/9000061871939630132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/9000061871939630132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-up.html' title='Getting Up'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-1898002397904674983</id><published>2010-01-12T15:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:14:04.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>A Message to my Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dearest Sister,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are only a little over 8 years old now as I am typing this, still extremely young, still happy, still adorable, with nothing to worry about except homework. You don't even have to worry about what's for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you grow up, doing the things that I did when I was your age. You are just like me. You even LOOK something like me. So much so that if I was born 12 years ago we could have been twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong, but I believe that you will feel the way I am feeling today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am probably at the lowest point of my life as I am writing this. My heart is broken into a million pieces. I feel ugly, dirty, unattractive. I feel like I'm the only person left in the world. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty because I made mistakes. Mistakes that I cannot undo. Mistakes that I'll have to bear until the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the feeling that when people find out what I had done no one will forgive me. And this feeling is eating me from the inside out ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so unbearable that I skipped a full day's class and returned home. Yes I did that just to escape from campus. Oh and I am doing my course in English Linguistics, 1st year, 2nd semester, as I am typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home did not help. I reached home on Wednesday night, and all too soon it was time to return to campus on Friday. Four hours journey in the bus, alone. So much time to recall unhappy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are too young to notice anything wrong with me. You are still so young, so carefree, that it breaks my heart knowing that 8 years from now you will probably not look like this any longer. Staring at you smiling at me with innocence tears whatever that was left of my heart in two. You make me want to cry more because I am your sister and you are so much like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the point of this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sent you into this family for a reason. You may not have siblings around your age to play with, but you have a brother and a sister who are both way older than you. We both went through life's challenges, had our hearts broken while you were still too young to understand anything. We went through thick and thin, struggled with choices and decisions, and when we fall we had to find a way to battle failure on our own, and stand up again, perhaps taller than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so very lucky. I wished I had an older sibling to help me, someone just a little older than me who can tell me what to do, because some things are so personal we cannot even tell our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am the first-born child. And as such I think God meant for me to lead my younger siblings, help them when they fall, and make all the mistakes I had made for them to learn from. I conclude that my role is to be an example. If I succeed in life, take after me. If I fail, do not follow my footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not make the mistakes that I had made. Live in the word of God, there is always a reason why God ask of you to do things you do not want to. Listen to mummy, for every girl's best friend is her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day... you feel like I do today... Remember that you have a family who loves you, friends who care about you, and a sister who will always be there for you, everytime you fall. For you, I will always be, only a phonecall away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never forget, your God loves you. Whatever you have done, He loves you. He loves you so much He sent His only son to die for you 2000 years ago. You are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if you have done anything so wrong that you feel like you cannot forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be disappointed and hurt. So much so that you might feel like giving up your beliefs. I want you to remember: Things do not always go as planned in life. Laugh as long as you breathe and Love as long as you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you a quote that touched my heart the first time I read it. And from the bottom of my heart, I pray that you do not have to go through the pain I have felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"This is my wish for you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Comfort on difficult days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Smiles when sadness intrudes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Rainbows to follow the clouds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Laughter to kiss your lips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sunsets to warm your heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hugs when spirits sag, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Beauty for your eyes to see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Friendships to brighten your being, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Faith so that you can believe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Confidence for when you doubt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Courage to know yourself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Patience to accept the truth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; to complete your life.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Try not to grow up so soon...&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/1562467901195023080-1898002397904674983?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/1898002397904674983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=1898002397904674983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1898002397904674983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1898002397904674983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2010/01/message-to-my-sister.html' title='A Message to my Sister'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-7502553213586935949</id><published>2010-01-04T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:22:46.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartbroken'/><title type='text'>You have a life</title><content type='html'>I don't even know how to begin writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is written at probably the lowest point in my life because I have never experienced this kind of situation first-hand. It lasted too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow those who know me will probably understand what I'm saying. If you don't then please forgive me for keeping this matter personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my closest friends for hours in two days, crying my heart out and screaming into my pillow. This is when I finally realise who my best friend in the world is: my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best advice I got from my friends had me crying all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E: "It's alright to cry at night, but it's not even okay to cry during the day. Because you have a life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: "Am I stupid if I decide to love on even though I am hurt?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: "I will never declare stupidity on one who sacrifices for love. In fact, it is much better than wanting to love but having no courage to love. So love on, my friend, as fiercely as you can. Look forward and continue on bravely. If it doesn't work out, turn around. I will always be one step behind you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-7502553213586935949?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/7502553213586935949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=7502553213586935949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7502553213586935949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7502553213586935949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-have-life.html' title='You have a life'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-8658010405426936137</id><published>2009-12-31T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:31:47.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Speeeeeeeeeeeeeeed Update</title><content type='html'>First week of class is damn the boring =_= Either class is canceled, or the lecturer couldn't make it, or the notice for class is posted on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAY OF THE CLASS ITSELF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class registration system is all wonky and I registered myself for Semiotics in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MALAY&lt;/span&gt; group as opposed to the English one fml. So now I have to go to the lecturer and register myself manually ml =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when systems go down &gt;O&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's another paper to register for and it CLASHES with two other classes. What the eff is the admin thinking ftl &gt;O&lt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grrrr&lt;/span&gt; not happy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gotta run. Going for new year countdown at KLCC later XD Happy New Year everyone!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-8658010405426936137?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/8658010405426936137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=8658010405426936137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8658010405426936137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8658010405426936137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/12/speeeeeeeeeeeeeeed-update.html' title='Speeeeeeeeeeeeeeed Update'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-606230494646162040</id><published>2009-11-11T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:27:25.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a month</title><content type='html'>Yes yes I am updating now @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished an exam paper and my last and final paper is not until two days after today so I thought I'd post an update. Mainly for my friends who have been checking back in day after day week after week month after month @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again my last paper is Literature so how do you study that anyway? @_@ Read plenty of poetry? But that really doesn't help much......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of things have happened in the last month or so. So many things that I really don't know where to start =( I will let the stories out bit by bit, but right now I do not have the heart to actually tell you guys anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I apologise for my long looooooong absence @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now putting all that emo-ness aside, I'll tell you guys roughly what has happened this past month. Yes I know I am contradicting myself since i just said I won't tell you guys anything just yet but that's how a girl's brain works so oh what the heck =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay firstly, due to my endless habit of procrastination, I was forcced to stay up three nights in a row to complete two assignments, which other people took 3 months to finish, which was worth 30% and 15% each for our final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_____________________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, my seniors said, "You will feel like you cannot do it but you will definitely finish it." after I said FML for I guess a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But miraculously, I managed to finish them both by their deadlines without asking for extra time! (YAY?) And I celebrated this victory against the clock by sleeping the entire 24 hours after that @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 21 out of 30. I don't care at least I got 20 something and that is something =_= Plus! I think I did fantastic in today's paper MUAHAHAHAHAHA XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's me staying up to do work. A first time for me =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to university~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update again tomorrow. Now zzzzzzz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-606230494646162040?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/606230494646162040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=606230494646162040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/606230494646162040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/606230494646162040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-month.html' title='After a month'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-7301456850162597193</id><published>2009-10-12T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:44:27.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About time I update I think @_@</title><content type='html'>But I am lazy so I will update again tomorrow. Goodbye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-7301456850162597193?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/7301456850162597193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=7301456850162597193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7301456850162597193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7301456850162597193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-time-i-update-i-think.html' title='About time I update I think @_@'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-2764850681462787384</id><published>2009-09-27T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:55:38.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, forgive me.</title><content type='html'>For I have sinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry sins which I can and cannot speak of. I am a terrible sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten that You are here every minute of the day, watching over me, waiting for me to respond to your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of happiness, I forget to thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in distress and sadness, I forget that You are always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need help, I call everyone who is out of reach, instead of turning to You, God, the closest friend I can ever wish to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself why, and the answer was simple. I took You for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-2764850681462787384?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/2764850681462787384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=2764850681462787384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/2764850681462787384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/2764850681462787384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-forgive-me.html' title='God, forgive me.'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-4717899364486566469</id><published>2009-09-13T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:26:25.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning from other people</title><content type='html'>Baby says I haven't updated for a very long time. And I agree =________= Aah.....I've just been so lazy.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well nobody reads this blog anyway~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd like to share something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this feeling that sometimes we are acting &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; like the people who annoys us. Like, for example, you are annoyed by this girl who likes to act cute in front of her boyfriend, and then when you get a boyfriend you find that you start to act cute in front of him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example la =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when you say some people are such sore bitches and bastards because they cannot accept it when other people (their friends) tell them society &lt;strikeout&gt;hate it&lt;/strikeout&gt; don't like it when they do this or do that, without realising that you take situations like this badly too and then would refuse to speak to said poor friend for the next year. Was that too long to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind if your brain is too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told it is sometimes easier to get through life if, for once, we stop complaining, take a step back and look at the big picture. Sometimes when we look carefully, we really learn from other people's mistakes and change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time we do things we don't like other people doing. And that's what I realise after years of hearing different complaints coming in from all sides of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning I will hear complaints coming from two parties complaining about each other =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one do not get why some people complain so much. Like the entire world owes them something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get sick and tired of such society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up suckers. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;The world owes you nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-4717899364486566469?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/4717899364486566469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=4717899364486566469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4717899364486566469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4717899364486566469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-says-i-havent-updated-for-very.html' title='Learning from other people'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-8341547443636975954</id><published>2009-09-02T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:47:02.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Aah....That felt good</title><content type='html'>Just to say that I feel better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to study for two quizzes this afternoon but I just cannot bring myself to read these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to? I had only about 4 hours worth of sleep last night and there're another two classes this afternoon. It's not fair. I'm going to sleep the second one away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes this is a pointless post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Baby, if you're reading this, I miss you ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-8341547443636975954?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/8341547443636975954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=8341547443636975954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8341547443636975954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8341547443636975954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/09/aahthat-felt-good.html' title='Aah....That felt good'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-6819561356595985601</id><published>2009-09-01T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:20:13.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry'/><title type='text'>What the hell is wrong with bitchy classmates??!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your PROBLEM?!?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you got top grades, you're smart, you're funny, all the guys like you, all the girls hate you, the course standard is too low for you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SO?????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be better than the rest of us, but that doesn't entitle you to ANY right to be such a bitch. URGH! Even a "bitch" is an understatement for you! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You can be a bitch times by 10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fine line between being straightforward and being downright rude young woman. Sure people now look for employees who are capable of pushing their companies forward instead of just some polite office girl and no doubt in future you will receive promotions faster than mice run when chased by a cat (with all your flirting) but heck you will be LOATHED to bits and one day you will just fall from the highest peak and you will break every single bone in your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes I acknowledge that you will be successful in the future, I don't doubt it. But I don't like how you treat other classmates and international students in class and heck, you just don't know how many people around you HATE you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "People should love you  for who you are" is overated. It's like saying "People should love me because I'm rude". In your case that is. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Needed to vent. And I am frustrated because I miss my Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell I just need to be angry to cover up the sadness I am feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That is the last straw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-6819561356595985601?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/6819561356595985601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=6819561356595985601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6819561356595985601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6819561356595985601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-hell-is-wrong-with-bitchy.html' title='What the hell is wrong with bitchy classmates??!!!'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-4893453707588860073</id><published>2009-08-10T15:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:01:55.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SoweTjqDxXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/I7ruAIoWEFs/s1600-h/HunnyMadu-Alexis.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SoweTjqDxXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/I7ruAIoWEFs/s400/HunnyMadu-Alexis.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371701776884155762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if any of you are her die-hard fans, but everytime I see Hunny Madu on TV I cannot help but turn my face away and bury it in my mom's crochet sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really cannot care less even if you say she has done nothing to me and that she looks prettier than me and that I am jealous of her and all that bullshit her face just makes me revolted. Everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she looks so damn like an ex-classmate I don't like. Or should I say that ex-classmate looks like her, since Hunny Madu was born first =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heck it's just unlucky that I don't know Hunny Madu personally I guess =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I see her face ten times a day!!! Like everytime before AND after commercials on TV she would appear! And and AND!!! They don't only LOOK alike! Even the way they TALK, MOVE, and wave their arms around looks the same!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt; TOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH! I just scrolled up to look at her again and the likeness just kills me T_______T I better post up something else soon so the picture gets moved to the next page asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to be very annoying and not tell you who that ex-classmate is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have left my blog on hiatus for the longest time and I am so sorry about that I promise I will not look for excuses about being too busy because I DO find time after a hectic day to read a few pages of my novel and race Queenie on Pet Society so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am doing a 500-word assignment as I type this so please do not hate me already! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my roommate is playing Playfish games as we speak =_= GAH! Concentrate girl! TOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peeps at neighboring laptop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps self and returns to work*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*peeps again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PIAK!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far uni life has been good =) Only thing is, assignments are getting tougher and more challenging. But then again that's what higher education is all about =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No don't get me wrong! By higher education I mean education at levels higher than Form6 @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was written a decade ago =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry la!!!!! TOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!!! I am now back in Penang so anyone who wants to hang out or anything please give me a ring! =D And no if you don't have my number don't bother looking for it because I definitely won't go out with strangers ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I'm back home I am spending on virtually nothing XD Except when I go out with friends =_= which was just yesterday =__________= And we spent A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I go to your house, Jes, we stay in and bake cookies or something T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-4893453707588860073?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/4893453707588860073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=4893453707588860073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4893453707588860073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4893453707588860073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SoweTjqDxXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/I7ruAIoWEFs/s72-c/HunnyMadu-Alexis.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-6614932905983297247</id><published>2009-07-31T11:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:53:53.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*Post written half a bloody year ago*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And because it is written half a bloody year ago, I shall not talk anymore. These are taken during Interaction Week with the seniors, exactly the second week after we checked into UM 7th College, Kolej Za'Ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave most of them captionless =_= They're mostly pictures of my then group, Cell 3, and the members are mostly Malays with only a handful of Chinese and two Indians and one Bidayuh (at least I THINK he's Bidayuh @_@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have a look ^^ It surprised me how NON-studious UMians can be, I kid you not @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ9U8iT1zI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BnikQZswM-Y/s1600-h/P7163077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ9U8iT1zI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BnikQZswM-Y/s400/P7163077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364487904952571698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ9UnmaxjI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IhX1LeBX-KQ/s1600-h/P7163106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ9UnmaxjI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IhX1LeBX-KQ/s400/P7163106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364487899332658738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ9UY84uFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/tUu9KdPkY5Q/s1600-h/P7163100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ9UY84uFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/tUu9KdPkY5Q/s400/P7163100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364487895400364114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ9T5Bh8PI/AAAAAAAAAkA/rJjIriUhg3E/s1600-h/P7163091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ9T5Bh8PI/AAAAAAAAAkA/rJjIriUhg3E/s400/P7163091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364487886829908210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing the school song while someone sprayed us from behind @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ9Ttq7FEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bNSzAe3lQbs/s1600-h/P7163082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ9Ttq7FEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bNSzAe3lQbs/s400/P7163082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364487883782296642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ69k1jShI/AAAAAAAAAjw/T28nXp7VaxY/s1600-h/P7163125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ69k1jShI/AAAAAAAAAjw/T28nXp7VaxY/s400/P7163125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364485304430578194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ69WtjfRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WJpMN8CgB70/s1600-h/P7163128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ69WtjfRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WJpMN8CgB70/s400/P7163128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364485300638940434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ6898T1FI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lYSFtIRSZac/s1600-h/P7163168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ6898T1FI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lYSFtIRSZac/s400/P7163168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364485293989942354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paint all over our faces ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ68bH3aVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/amdt39lPSFE/s1600-h/P7163164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ68bH3aVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/amdt39lPSFE/s400/P7163164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364485284643170642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ679bhdDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/36bkNOLNPIE/s1600-h/P7163150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ679bhdDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/36bkNOLNPIE/s400/P7163150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364485276672554034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJswO5LAZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ZokBNs8w1OY/s1600-h/P7183236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJswO5LAZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ZokBNs8w1OY/s400/P7183236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364469682039095698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJsvw0EqqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/6ct9Z7uDo-g/s1600-h/DSC04630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJsvw0EqqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/6ct9Z7uDo-g/s400/DSC04630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364469673964645026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJsvsw9WCI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sH0ufGPbNjY/s1600-h/DSC04588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJsvsw9WCI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sH0ufGPbNjY/s400/DSC04588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364469672877840418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my roomate lol ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJsvFIou1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/GpLv2u7fFAo/s1600-h/DSC04587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJsvFIou1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/GpLv2u7fFAo/s400/DSC04587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364469662239734610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJsuvHJVoI/AAAAAAAAAio/Z7YA6AnUe2I/s1600-h/DSC04584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJsuvHJVoI/AAAAAAAAAio/Z7YA6AnUe2I/s400/DSC04584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364469656327902850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJrstAmdaI/AAAAAAAAAig/9pT0y8HiRHE/s1600-h/DSC04510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJrstAmdaI/AAAAAAAAAig/9pT0y8HiRHE/s400/DSC04510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364468521892214178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJrsZ82KxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/PE9QIfmzbLo/s1600-h/DSC04545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJrsZ82KxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/PE9QIfmzbLo/s400/DSC04545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364468516776192786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJrsFJtD3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/z3Sk9Uixjic/s1600-h/DSC04544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJrsFJtD3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/z3Sk9Uixjic/s400/DSC04544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364468511192977266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJrrrM7RvI/AAAAAAAAAiI/6ne613MFZrQ/s1600-h/DSC04526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJrrrM7RvI/AAAAAAAAAiI/6ne613MFZrQ/s400/DSC04526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364468504227170034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask =_______=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJrrZDiOHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/FKi8cu4XuKA/s1600-h/DSC04527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJrrZDiOHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/FKi8cu4XuKA/s400/DSC04527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364468499355940978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJqzZWoEXI/AAAAAAAAAh4/nPBLgVRF8xY/s1600-h/DSC04502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJqzZWoEXI/AAAAAAAAAh4/nPBLgVRF8xY/s400/DSC04502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364467537363341682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJqy3cFGVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6eOTGGN5UGs/s1600-h/DSC04489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJqy3cFGVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6eOTGGN5UGs/s400/DSC04489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364467528259410258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJqycXtCGI/AAAAAAAAAho/mJwP_F2Ll78/s1600-h/DSC04488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJqycXtCGI/AAAAAAAAAho/mJwP_F2Ll78/s400/DSC04488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364467520993298530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJqyFHwpDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/8LJhxuxp3A0/s1600-h/DSC04487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJqyFHwpDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/8LJhxuxp3A0/s400/DSC04487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364467514752410674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJqx7BQEAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ttAWi7UouzY/s1600-h/DSC04485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJhcc5UymI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IJ38uSSJflU/s400/P7163175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364457247572544098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJhbwl1f5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/yNMgryizMto/s1600-h/P7173178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJhbwl1f5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/yNMgryizMto/s400/P7173178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364457235679641490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJhbWcCX8I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/x93PaOYVNNo/s1600-h/P7173179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJhbWcCX8I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/x93PaOYVNNo/s400/P7173179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364457228659220418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJhbKktBsI/AAAAAAAAAgI/TRM20sEzeIg/s1600-h/P7173180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJhbKktBsI/AAAAAAAAAgI/TRM20sEzeIg/s400/P7173180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364457225474344642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End.&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/1562467901195023080-6614932905983297247?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/6614932905983297247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=6614932905983297247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6614932905983297247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6614932905983297247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures.html' title='PICTURES!!!!'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SnJ9U8iT1zI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BnikQZswM-Y/s72-c/P7163077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-3027441781608174391</id><published>2009-07-25T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:31:08.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>I can't stand big fat LIARS</title><content type='html'>Still sorting through the pictures. 3GB okay! No joke trying to filter the good pictures from the bad!!! =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is a story I heard from my mom this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She met the mother of an ex-classmate of mine at the market this morning. So being two housewives who has a daughter each who are both of the same age in different states doing two different courses in two different universities, they naturally talked about their daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mrs T: Ei where's your daughter now aa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mama: Oh she's now in UM doing Linguistics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mrs T: Really aa? My daughter now doing Finance at *****. Her STPM result not so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mama: Wah Thank God my daughter got 2.9 lo! She got the course she wanted she was so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mrs T: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haiya your daughter didn't take Accounts ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ You know Form6 Accounts very hard wan~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mama: Oh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mrs T: Actually &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPU sent my daughter to Sabah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ She told her father she don't want to go~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crying&lt;/span&gt; all over her face~ So her father said ok lo~ Then send her to *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mama: ............................I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I DID take Accounts in Form6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =_______= This Auntie is obviously trying to make her daughter whose "STPM result not so good" sound better than me. As in, take harder subjects, harder to score, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother, sadly, was confused by this point because she SAW me doing Accounts papers and cannot comprehend why this auntie is saying these things with such confidence =_= She thought I dropped the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter and I were classmates. We took the exact same subjects, except that she took Math and I took Computing, and we both sat for ALL our papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of saying Form6 Accounts not easy that's why my results better than her daughter's, she could have just admitted that I did better in ALL my other papers besides Accounts, because that's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a C- in my Accounting paper, A- in Economics, B+ in Computing and B in my General Paper. I scored 3.00 points or more in all my other papers besides Accounting, which is only 1.67, and THAT's why my CGPA was pulled down =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here this auntie is trying to make her daughter sound better than I am =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I don't deny that Computing is easier to score than Math. Our Paper 3 was a guaranteed A, so we only needed to worry about the other 2 papers, which covers only 70%. Paper 3 was our project by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of Lower6 I actually expected her to give up Math and take up Computing instead, since Computing is like, a guaranteed Pass, no matter how badly you could have done. But she chose Math instead, and when I asked, she said she just cannot stand doing projects on the computer for so long =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, she was lazy =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, "UPU sent her to Sabah" =__________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Auntie~ We all have common sense okay. Miracles only happen so many times in life =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even you admit your daughter's STPM results not good. Did you imagine for a moment that UPU would even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt; her? Keep in mind that tens of thousands of students apply to further their education in our local universities. If her results are anything less than desirable she is unlikely to even be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, if she didn't want to go to Sabah in the first place, why would she even bother putting it in her list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your daughter didn't make it into local uni, just admit it and tell the truth! No one's gonna laugh at her! People will laugh when they've found out what sort of lies you've been telling to save yourself that face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand liars...Urgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-3027441781608174391?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/3027441781608174391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=3027441781608174391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/3027441781608174391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/3027441781608174391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-stand-big-fat-liars.html' title='I can&apos;t stand big fat LIARS'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-5031605395276356524</id><published>2009-07-23T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:08:59.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm Back in Penang! XD</title><content type='html'>From tonight onwards until Sunday afternoon XD I think @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am totally excited cuz I need to download all the softwares and Internet browsers like Flock for my laptop! XD Downloading them at my college was like anal without the pleasure =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures soon! I look at the folder and faint cuz there are, like I said, 3GB worth of photos to choose from @____@ And THEN! I need to upload them all! @__________@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jesus Christ help me T______T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-5031605395276356524?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/5031605395276356524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=5031605395276356524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5031605395276356524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5031605395276356524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-in-penang-xd.html' title='I&apos;m Back in Penang! XD'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-1245717381489467869</id><published>2009-07-22T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:26:10.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>Short Reply</title><content type='html'>Just a short note. Pictures aren't ready =_= NIZAM!!!!!!!! TOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I cannot NOT think. If everyone doesn't think, we would still be living in trees =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you read. It stimulates your brain and triggers your thinking. Whether or not you agree with what you read is an entirely different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many reasons I follow blogs is because I love reading. From there it triggers thoughts and emotions. I read a person's thoughts and opinions, from there onwards I pick out points of my own, think from my own perspective, and then I will either agree or disagree with the author, or, I admit here, laugh at or ridicule him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone goes through the same process when they read anything =_= If you do not think or reevaluate what you have read then you shouldn't even read in the first place, which is impossible because you have to read no matter where you go =_= road signs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you also have to think when you read road signs =o= Come on you don't have to make sure which is left and which is right? =____________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that someone reads my blog, get mad at me for disagreeing with themselves or ridiculing them makes my point even more obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after all your reevaluation, I have the choice to write down what I think, my own opinions, my perspective of the whole story. Am I plagiarising? No! I am only blogging about my own opinions based on another person's blog entry. I am not copying, so I don't see why I should keep my thoughts to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will be offended? Yes I don't doubt that. I hit the "PUBLISH POST" button with that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have also learned that in life you cannot please everybody. To stick by your own opinions you will offend someone, that's a sure thing. And I do not know any bloggers who does not have haters. I became a hardcore blogger with that in mind and I am prepared to welcome haters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no, I will not change my mind just because people are offended. Unless you give me proof or evidence that I am utterly wrong, I will not surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Until next post when I have plenty of time to upload my 3GB worth of pictures. All original, none photoshopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-1245717381489467869?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/1245717381489467869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=1245717381489467869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1245717381489467869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1245717381489467869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-reply.html' title='Short Reply'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-2901104456280333280</id><published>2009-07-16T17:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:07:09.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>More Uni Scandals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UPDATE 1: I checked, and it IS called "Stomp" ROFL XDXD Thanks Brendan! But it's not my fault! My Malay seniors are the ones who misspelled it! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UPDATE 2: I am not flaming anyone in this post. Whatever written here is purely just an opinion. It is not meant to be offensive in any way at all, nor am I trying to look smart. If you feel anything then either you have an emotional capacity the size of China, or you are exactly the kind of person I am talking about and feel that you have made a ridiculous decision as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Interaction Week with the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we from cell 3 are asked to perform "Storm" with the theme "1 Malaysia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sancta Maria~~~!!! TOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are not aware, Storm is a performance where performers use anything that can produce sounds, like pails, spoons, cups, slippers, hangers, whatever, to make music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there wasn't a theme it would have been easy T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and! We have to ask for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;200 signatures from the seniors in less than 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me la how is this possible? T____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 freaking signatures to be handed in by tomorrow night! Are they mad???!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not because it is tradition =___________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this time they don't ask funny questions @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hopped back here after reading a couple of blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my honest opinion I think it's ridiculous how some people would do things that are just &lt;em&gt;not them&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i have learnt all throughout my study life. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Never do or try to do anything which you know you are not capable of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you suck at Accounting in Form 6 DON'T do Finance in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not a straight A student DON'T "ngeh si" want to do Medic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate Science, THROW it behind you and do something you KNOW you can excel in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not good with numbers, freaking DON'T put Math in as one of your Uni choices. Waste only =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got into UM I think plenty of people must be jeering behind me, saying that I got in because I took a course the smart-ass students don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't regret it. They go for Medic, Pharmacy, whatever doctor-related course, and look where it got them. They got something they didn't want. (First choice Medic. They got Genetics instead, Fifth choice =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a miserable CGPA of only 2.9, yet here I am with all the four flat students, eating at the same table, laughing at the same jokes, sleeping in the same room. My roomies were both Matrics students, one doing Economics and the other doing Statistics, and we got on fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody said that Linguistics is a course nobody wanted. They cannot be more wrong. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It is a course with very few places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When I went for the interview there were over 40 people in the room, and now I have only 13 classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am freaking enjoying my classes more than I have EVER done in my past 13 years of schooling XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, yes I know, it is all a matter of CHOICE =________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God this word can be so evil sometimes @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence everyone. I am just of the opinion that during Uni it is no more a chance to prove to others that you can do something which they think you cannot do. There cannot be less of a time to do so =_= Uni is not easy, which is why we should always play to our strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interaction week is FUN!!! XDXDXD OMG the Explorace was just amazing T_T But I fell down and scratched myself so I had to keep my wound out of the water, thus making me feel like a retard T_T Had to keep myself dry while I watch my cell members getting wet ToT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in the next post! I promise! TOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-2901104456280333280?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/2901104456280333280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=2901104456280333280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/2901104456280333280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/2901104456280333280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-uni-scandals.html' title='More Uni Scandals'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-2170576151151883182</id><published>2009-07-12T19:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:29:29.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random thought</title><content type='html'>The week after orrientation was damn hectic! Like, okay fine I got more rest then I did compared to orrientation week but really the action just doesn't seem to stop @_@ Everyday I'd be out of campus either with Dad or with friends, and we'd spend the day (after classes) doing &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;, doesn't matter what @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I'm gonna talk about a very out-dated topic, which is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357564269176033954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SlnkUTWQEqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/EOhWQUhG440/s400/michael-jackson-bad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely think he looks better black T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's the deal. I am not a frantic fan of his, but I think it is rather absurd that while he was still alive nobody gave a shit about him, but in his death the whole world mourned like the King's son just passed away =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I feel pity for him that only in his death did he earn the attention which he had been working for all his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am not saying he doesn't deserve any. I personally know some people who are his hardcore fans and needless to say they were torn apart by his sudden death =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is utter sadness that he will no longer be around to entertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless his determined soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-2170576151151883182?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/2170576151151883182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=2170576151151883182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/2170576151151883182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/2170576151151883182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thought.html' title='Random thought'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SlnkUTWQEqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/EOhWQUhG440/s72-c/michael-jackson-bad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-1786927933404141943</id><published>2009-07-09T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:26:57.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I want my camera~ T____T</title><content type='html'>Because I want to take pictures dammit! T_____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many posts I would like to write but just cannot find the mood to write because I don't have pictures to explain what I am trying to write. And I just cannot complain all the time because that will make me look like a spoiled brat, which I probably am =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my Matric Card, which also acts as a student card, which I can use to get discounts off new spectacles and plenty of other entertainment resources out there. Also I use it to go in and out of the UM gates as I like, and not get into trouble with the guard XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! I use it to borrow library books without going to the counter, which saves a lot of time, since plenty of people borrow books at the library, which means that there will be a long line of book-borrowers at the check-out station, which really doesn't make any difference if we have a Matric Card or not =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see!!! Plenty of things you can do with a UM Matric Card XDXDXD ROFL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay what else can I talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAH! XDXDXD I can talk about my classes! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I think will be exceedingly boring so I don't think I will @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a brief talk then HAHA XD We Linguistics students have to take courses like Proficiency in English, Introduction to Linguistics, Professional Ethics, Phonetics and Phonology, and Literature in English. Oh wait. And also Ethnic Relations. So that's......6 classes =D Poficiency is boring, Intro to Linguistics is also boring, PE is fine, Phonetics is like science in language, which scares me, and Literature was the most fun XD ER is boring too =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're all bored out of your skin =____________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I have no pictures these days~! TOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I started this post at 1:30pm and now continuing at 12:02am =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Faculty seniors! =D They are such lovely people. They actually invited us juniors for a day's outing just to get to know us and brought us to dinner at Delicious =D But of course we need to pay for ourselves la~ There were like, seven of us =_= But still, they were great people ^o^ And it is especially nice to sit in an English-speaking community XD I can't understand why but it seems to me that chinese-speaking chinese are rather stuck-up -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am wrong, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my roomates are okay =D Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh OH!!! I BOUGHT A NEW LAPTOP!!!!!!! XDXDXDXD Mad happy because I am now blogging on my new laptop XD It's a new hp Compaq but I'm not sure about the model @_@ Will post up a picture soon XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is really just a nonsense post. I promise to write more mind-challenging posts in the future but now I'ma go blog-hop some more =D Some of my seniors have blogs so I'ma go see what they write. See ya all suckers~! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-1786927933404141943?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/1786927933404141943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=1786927933404141943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1786927933404141943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1786927933404141943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-my-camera-tt.html' title='I want my camera~ T____T'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-4920808933891462991</id><published>2009-07-06T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:43:01.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>I'm FINALLY back!</title><content type='html'>OMG I am so sorry everyone for abandoning my blog this long but Internet is just not available to me this past week and more =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest regret I have right this moment is that I don't have my camera with me T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happenend during orientation that I simply do not know where to start talking T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just realised that I did not tell you all what program I am actually taking @_@ Hehe~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking a Bachelor's degree in the Faculty of Languages and Linguistics, majoring in English =D Yes I know when I said I am going to UM everyone is all impressed but when I told them about my course they'll go "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all of you right now =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to live at the 7th Residential College for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the orientation week is like, torture. Seriously it's just plain torturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got only about 3 to 4 hours of sleep a day and we have to wear the same t-shirts everyday. The same, damn, dirty, smelly t-shirts EVERYDAY =____________________= Can you imagine the smell???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed it. I loved orientation week and I miss it. I miss cheering and my group members and our activities. I miss doing everything in a group with my cell members. Farid, Azri, Affan, Khairi, Nik, Lina, Yi Ling, Suh Xing and all the other members. I played futsal for the first time, chased after the stupid ball and kicked it only once in 7 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then I kicked it towards our own goal =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_______________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I really miss orientation week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also our Pembantu Mahasiswa, who had worked their asses off for the sake of us. They are the ones who tortured us, making us do half-stands and run around the court ten times when we make mistakes @_@ But they are also the ones who make our orientation week fun and memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I shall post up pictures when I get hold of them =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And there are things that they say robotically, everyday XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you all co-operate with us, we PM will co-operate with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you play the fool with us, we will play the fool with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you give us trouble, we will give you trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classics, by PM Gigi XDXDXDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is this sentence that make me really alert and awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Do NOT play the fool anymore! You are no longer students! You are all University Undergraduates! Not just any university! You are undergraduates of University Malaya, the best Uni in Malaysia! SO STOP playing the fool!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's something I know I will keep forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an undergraduate, studying in University Malaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am just so lucky to be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-4920808933891462991?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/4920808933891462991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=4920808933891462991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4920808933891462991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4920808933891462991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-finally-back.html' title='I&apos;m FINALLY back!'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-6134997220495391735</id><published>2009-06-21T19:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:40:47.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I am Hermes and I am learning how to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sj5X6kktwRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/0PXyGrzYQB0/s1600-h/DSCN1061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sj5X6kktwRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/0PXyGrzYQB0/s400/DSCN1061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349810071124427026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. My name is Hermes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here in front of the computer scratching my feathered head wondering what is so great about this world called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" that my mistress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yumimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is so obsessed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assure you that this is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still laughing? I am a newbie! Don't bully me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am typing out a story for a bunch of people who are laughing at me. What? You think it's easy to type with feathery hands? One of which forever attached to a Jack-O lantern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is laughing at me! *smacks Jack-O lantern*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually from Starbucks. You know the American cafe that everyone loves? Especially its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mochas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the Mocha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Frappucino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Java Chips is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yumimi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; personal favourite, often with a dash of hazelnut syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was bought by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yumimi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend one day along with Pumpkin and Ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were handed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yumimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to care for. She picked me up, pinched me on the nose and body and all over, and named me after Percy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ignatius&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Weasley's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pet grey owl from Harry Potter, Hermes. The other bears were named Pumpkin and Ginger respectively because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they ARE Pumpkin and Ginger. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yumimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is feeling drained and tired after a day of work. She says she is in no condition to blog so she asked me to fill in for her instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to tell her that I did not know how to blog but she has already fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also told me to include some things she would like to tell her readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked politely for her to tell her readers using her own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slapped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, typing this out with my feathery paws. With a burn on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start by stating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yumimi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; disgust at what society is making of her and her blog these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, readers would pick on her blog when she is being bitchy, showering her with spiteful comments and challenging her on their own blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when she makes an effort to blog about something nice and fluffy, society gives no damn about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say this is rather rude of you readers. No matter how bitchy she is about inconsiderate smokers, it is her complaints and just a girl's rants. And just because we are already breathing in smoke (since the air is already polluted) it doesn't mean that it is okay to breathe in MORE smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yumimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also asked me to point out that since the air is already polluted, humans should be working to improve the environment, instead of making it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yumimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also suggests that, the next time somebody slaps you, you should just turn your face right around and offer to let them slap the other cheek. Because apparently, "scolding people like they are so smart themselves" is wrong when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone else&lt;/span&gt; started the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks of you to imagine what you would do if your boyfriend's ex-girlfriend comes  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;right into your house&lt;/span&gt; and slap you. She herself scoffed that she will smack her around the head and proceed to burn her (the ex-girlfriend's) hair over the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would also like to express how funny she finds it when, rejoicing at the fact that she is getting into her dream university, people actually says she is being inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she did not consider the feelings of those who had failed to secure a place in the local uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finds this statement absolute bullshit as she cannot find any part of her blog entry offending to non-uni-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gonnabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-students. She did not openly insult them, nor did she say she is above them. So why can she not express her joy and happiness in her own blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would like me to say that this is ludicrous and stupid that people would turn a harmless post offending. It seems to her, and to me also, by the way, that these stupid people are plainly just trying to find fault with her, no matter what she blogs about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, she also told me to, after dissing stupid people who cannot appreciate her, to say thank you to people who DO care and know she is just another harmless girl on the street. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yumimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says a hearty "Thank you" to Eve, Emily, Leonard, Brendan, Chester, Ann-Marie, Jimmy, Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Khor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Tan, Wan, and Cat. You all have been nothing but lovely. Even a stuffed toy like me knows. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah~ I hope I have written enough. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yumimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says that I must write a good long post for her to wake up to in the morning. Or she will stuff me into a dark corner of her closet for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-my-&lt;/span&gt; readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Yumimi&lt;/span&gt; says sorry if she really misunderstood. Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-6134997220495391735?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/6134997220495391735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=6134997220495391735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6134997220495391735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6134997220495391735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-hermes-and-i-am-learning-how-to.html' title='I am Hermes and I am learning how to blog'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sj5X6kktwRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/0PXyGrzYQB0/s72-c/DSCN1061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-5646699134311369257</id><published>2009-06-19T14:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:41:35.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>RESULT'S OUT AND I AM GOING TO UNIVERSITY OF MALAYA!! XD</title><content type='html'>YES eat THAT suckers!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XDXDXDXD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am not a hopeless bitch in life lo UM wants me!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I shall stop here I rejoiced enough at Twitter already @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing this post at 3pm and I am continuing at 5:23pm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I just realised that I am so tired I spelled "continuing" wrongly =_= But I did the spellchecking thing so now corrected already ROFL =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Uni. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; I am going back to school @_@ I've totally forgotten how it feels like @@ You know those days when we have maybe one week or two weeks' break from school? You'd be thinking of all the holiday bliss on Friday before all your plans and on the last day you'll be wishing you have more time off from school because you didn't do any of your holiday work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when you finally sit in your classroom again you'll be wondering why your handwriting looks so ugly because you hadn't held a pen all week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;! I'm right aren't I? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I DO remember what it feels like to go back to school =_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time it's different! It's not just a two-week break from school. It's SIX WHOLE MONTHS AND MORE worth of holidays!! O______O Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my handwriting is not ugly because I use a pen everyday at my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am now brain dead because I have been sleeping badly these few weeks =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of things to do! I just read the UM entry requirements online and I think that's where all my brain energy went =_= I have to go for X-ray and health check-up, go to Bank Islam to pay up God-knows-what-junk, do some insurance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thingie&lt;/span&gt; I will have my dad help me with and develop SIXTEEN passport-sized photos of myself O_O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;SIXTEEN&lt;/em&gt;??? For what??? O_______O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Lina made it too!! We'll be studying in the same class! =D But a pity because we are assigned to different hostels T_T Which means we cannot be roommates T_T So is a friend who I met at my Japanese major interview. I am assigned to hostel 7, Lina hostel 8, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;YingHui&lt;/span&gt; hostel 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;YingHui&lt;/span&gt; I am so ashamed of myself @_@ Since I went for the interview and came back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; I've been receiving messages from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;YingHui&lt;/span&gt; and I'd be wondering who this person is and I dare not ask who she is because there is a name there O_O So I opted to NOT reply instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on until 3pm today when I was talking to Lina on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;YingHui&lt;/span&gt; sent me a message again asking what I got @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wondering aloud to Lina who this girl is until it hit me that she was the one-day-friend I made the first day I stepped inside UM O___________O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God can you believe my forgetfulness?? O_______________O I think I've already forgotten half my primary school friends @_@ Or maybe all of them +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; I remember her as the girl who complains about feet-ache for wearing half-inch slippers for the interview @_@ &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Half-inch!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Obviously she's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tshirt&lt;/span&gt;-jeans-sneakers kind of girl who uses only cleansers on her face and doesn't use lip-balm (her lips were cracking and it really bugs me because I just cannot stand cracked lips) but she is a really nice girl and I really liked her =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, she didn't realise she is talking to a girl who wears three-inch heels to shopping malls and spend hundreds on skincare ROFL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. To my dear beloved friends. Stop saying I am rich because I buy expensive skincare and shampoo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? Just because I spend more bucks than you on my face doesn't make me any richer than you =_= Do you know how much balance I have left in my bank? I slaved for 5 months in this shop and I earn an average of RM950 every month, and now that we've reached this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt; those of you with calculative brains unlike me will know that I.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grabs calculator*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you lot will know that I should have roughly RM4750 in my bank account. Minus perhaps everyday meals and petrol I should have more or less...*grabs calculator again*...RM2750.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a rough figure everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I do not have that amount in my bank account. I have way less than that. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by now you should be tired of reading about me boasting about how much money I have or you could also have skipped over all these chunky paragraphs wondering how long more I am going to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point, my dear friends, is that I have to cut down on many many many other things I enjoy in order to buy my skincare products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of you would be saying now that drugstore products are just as good as those high end face washes that charges extra because of it's label. So I shall retort by saying that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;had drugstore products worked for me I wouldn't have splurged in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one face, peeps, and I want it to look good =_= Hence the endless search for effective moisturisers and scrubs disregarding the price tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I have to cut back costs on entertainment? And shopping? Cat will be telling me about the new tops and jeans she bought with her mom at don't-know-where and I'd listen wishing I have more cash in my bank =_= She'd go for movies almost every week and I can only go when my Baby is around to take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! I DO have to make sacrifices &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so stop saying I'm rich in that sarcastic tone lo! I think I am growing allergic to it because I'd feel a migraine coming whenever I hear it =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't know how I can talk from UM to migraines so I shall stop abruptly here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Wow O_O I wrote quite a long post! Yes it is pretty much pointless but considering the fact that I am brain dead these days this is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; huge achievement &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s: I have a sudden desire to blog like a Dumb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt; but I shall leave that for another post. Perhaps when I am complaining about Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Bengs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s: Okay I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-5646699134311369257?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/5646699134311369257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=5646699134311369257&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5646699134311369257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5646699134311369257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/results-out-and-i-am-going-to.html' title='RESULT&apos;S OUT AND I AM GOING TO UNIVERSITY OF MALAYA!! XD'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-8865773362709337425</id><published>2009-06-17T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:30:54.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mice and Me =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQoQLrHtI/AAAAAAAAAfg/b16qtnFsE0M/s1600-h/Mice1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQoQLrHtI/AAAAAAAAAfg/b16qtnFsE0M/s400/Mice1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347972472483028690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQNXYFzII/AAAAAAAAAfY/u8qJ3_gqb5Q/s1600-h/Mice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQNXYFzII/AAAAAAAAAfY/u8qJ3_gqb5Q/s400/Mice2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347972010557688962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQNBVWSlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/MCVa-S5UQx0/s1600-h/Mice3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQNBVWSlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/MCVa-S5UQx0/s400/Mice3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347972004640606802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQMhEQtSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/XjlaDLO9kic/s1600-h/Mice5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQMhEQtSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/XjlaDLO9kic/s400/Mice5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347971995979003170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQMQgEKuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bjW8C00J7Ew/s1600-h/Mice4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQMQgEKuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bjW8C00J7Ew/s400/Mice4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347971991532219106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQMOo04oI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2jhb2VKGWmk/s1600-h/Mice6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQMOo04oI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2jhb2VKGWmk/s400/Mice6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347971991032095362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for laughs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Credits: Mama the master behind these super cute "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;miku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pao&lt;/span&gt;", and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yumimi&lt;/span&gt; the photographer and photo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;editor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-8865773362709337425?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/8865773362709337425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=8865773362709337425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8865773362709337425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8865773362709337425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/mice-and-me-xd.html' title='Mice and Me =D'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjfQoQLrHtI/AAAAAAAAAfg/b16qtnFsE0M/s72-c/Mice1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-6197027513721457498</id><published>2009-06-15T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:03:18.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>Two fluffy bunnies hopping in the woods~</title><content type='html'>What? I did say I will blog about two fluffy bunnies =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*receives unbelieving stares from all directions*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA this reminds me of a lullaby Eve and I wrote... I think last year @_@ We each create a sentence after one another until something comes out of it. It was hilarious XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will copy and paste the "Two Fluffy Bunnies" lullaby here XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Two fluffy bunnies hopping in the woods,&lt;br /&gt;One with a spear, and one with a hood.&lt;br /&gt;The one with the spear poked the other in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;And the other fluffy bunny tripped the other with its thigh.&lt;br /&gt;Both fluffy bunnies writhed around in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Until it started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;The rain fell pitter patter,&lt;br /&gt;The tripped bunny felt bitter, because it's getting wetter.&lt;br /&gt;Both bunnies jerked and shivered, and squeezed together.&lt;br /&gt;Then while longing dearly for food,&lt;br /&gt;Realisation hit them that one of them is wearing a hood.&lt;br /&gt;And so 'neath the hood they lay and fell asleep together.&lt;br /&gt;So now we come to the end of the Two Fluffy Bunnies' Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good eh? XD I love this one HAHAHAHA And yes we both know it is just plain stupid we laughed throughout the process of making this one up XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in Eve's writing, &lt;a href="http://obscured-thoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Click HERE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which... I just read through some of Eve's old works, and it just dawned on me how long it has been since my last composition @_@ It was a no wonder some part of me seemed to be missing! O__________O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start writing again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four more days until university intake is confirmed O_O Time really flies T_T Lord I am scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't make it into Uni? What would I do??? I am not ready to start making a living just yet T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I was just thinking of study-working in KL if I made it into UM @_@ I seriously doubt if I can make it this time. Lina is also freaking out @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nerve-racking, especially when most of our peers have &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; left to further their studies @_@ Plenty have alreay gone to UTAR, some to private colleges, and some are &lt;em&gt;going overseas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. And we're still stuck here nearly nervous to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't the damn thing be announced faster???!!!!!!! TOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's a lame post =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-6197027513721457498?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/6197027513721457498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=6197027513721457498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6197027513721457498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6197027513721457498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-fluffy-bunnies-hopping-in-woods.html' title='Two fluffy bunnies hopping in the woods~'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-6720308879749758457</id><published>2009-06-13T12:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:33:39.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>More on Smoking</title><content type='html'>As I expected, someone is angered that I criticise smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to be honest I am not used to backlash. When I read her ridiculously long entry I am shaking from head to foot, whether from hunger or fury I cannot tell. All I know was that I cannot keep a straight face while talking to customers. I cannot smile properly at them and I think it probably looks more like a grimace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the office thinking about it all. I took my time. I read her post again. I leaned back and think. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I retort? This is &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what I expected from her. Had there been no reaction from her part, I would have been fairly surprised. Still, it wasn't exactly pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well never mind. I hit the "Publish Post" button knowing this will happen. I just have to suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll probably be more of this in the future anyway. And Baby said that a true writer should know, and be prepared for all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way did I tell you all that I am extremely proud of myself when I read the previous post and saw that &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I did not swear at all&lt;/span&gt;? XDXDXDXD Because &lt;a href="http://candyliciou-s.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eve&lt;/a&gt; was right. Swearing your head off is soooo mature XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond THIS line is also a direct reply to AnnHime&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined that I would live to see someone&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; justify&lt;/span&gt; smoking. Duh? Who doesn't know smoking relieves stress? One of the easiest ways to relax and destress is by lighting up your cigarettes. I ask this though. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Is there no other way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there no other way to destress other than smoking which even 3-year-olds know would be bad for you? Is there no other way to take your mind off problems? Other than breathing in nicotine? Exercise maybe? Indulge in some of your favourite gourmet cuisines? Read a good book? Play games maybe? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you choose to damage your health. Oh *slaps forehead* I forgot. It's your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again. You are wrong. You are soooooooo wrong. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Everyone who smokes is going to say the same?&lt;/span&gt; Did you think everyone thinks like you do? I asked around because I know everyone's &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. I have already talked to people who &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;intend&lt;/span&gt; to stop, only they are taking baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked if I am a social worker. No I am not. You asked if I am Mother Theresa. And I don't understand why you highlight that one. Should I even answer that? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Like Duh?&lt;/span&gt; My name isn't even Theresa. If I said yes what would you do? Laugh right in my face, or in this case, right at your computer table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I even mention that I am trying to change anyone? I merely asked James why he didn't quit. I am not in any way related to James. He will not listen to me. Nor will all the smokers who I barely knew. I GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I must agree with you though. After tonnes of thinking, I have concluded that yes, you were right. If I caught my boyfriend smoking, I will &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;scold&lt;/span&gt; him, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; him stop, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;force&lt;/span&gt; him to stop, and if he still insists on smoking, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I will leave him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only I find it troublesome to explain that much at the time, because in the end I will still leave him if he doesn't quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was that? If I seriously love him I will sacrifice myself and BE a second-hand smoker? Or start smoking myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;SORRY. AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT like you. My life does NOT revolve around love and love alone. If my guy insists on smoking I will NOT put up with it. I may love him madly deeply passionately but if he expects me to smoke or breathe in all his second-hand smoke then he obviously does NOT love me enough to think what harm he is doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. I just said it. Alright I'll let you sit back and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; if my Baby ever starts smoking *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said then why should I stay by him and "quietly accept anything and whatever he is made of"? BULLSHIT. I am not giving up my health and my life for a man who thinks only for himself. I do not live my life for a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course he is terribly rich or terribly handsome or if he is going to inherit America then yes I will understand the sacrifice. But then again, that's for money, not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will like to make it clear though. As long as a person who smokes does his or her business away from everybody else and get rid of that smell (spray on perfume or cologne or bathe or &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;) afterwards, I would have said&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; nothing&lt;/span&gt;. But no! They don't! They smoke around others or return from their business smelling absolutely gross and expect people to put up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a choice not to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made the choice to do vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You head out to smoke, come back smelling of smoke. I don't want to breathe in that stench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So who's supposed to get their choice???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go and "destress", and I don't breathe? Or I breathe and you don't smoke? Or smoke when you &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;go home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am getting sick of this. No more smoke-posts until I find any reason to complain again. My next post will be about white fluffy bunnies hopping in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it before and I will say it again. &lt;em&gt;Everyone is different&lt;/em&gt;. Your perception of TRUE love, seems to me to be &lt;em&gt;sacrificial love,&lt;/em&gt; where one party will sacrifice &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; for the other half. While the other half continues happily doing whatever he or she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that love does not need sacrifice. I, too, have sacrificed things to keep my relationship strong. My beauty sleep, for instance. But I suppose that's a trivial sacrifice compared to what soooooooo many other girls have done =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, though, a relationship is supposed to make me (and the other person) happy, and if the sacrifice I need to make to keep it going spins in an unreasonable direction I will choose not to pay the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to smoking. I think I'm not making myself clear enough. I am not saying I hate ALL smokers. I am talking about those who expects other healthy people to breathe in their second-hand smoke and those who don't care that they are friggin smelly after they smoke, even if they don't do it around healthy citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We non-smokers just do not like the smell. It's almost like breathing in second-hand smoke already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Really. I am not one to go around forcing random people who I barely know to stop smoking, but I am, I guess, allowed to say that it is not pleasant having someone around smelling of tobacco. Yes even if that person is my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise no more smoke-related topics after this. And I will not read any -smoker's- blog until the month is up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-6720308879749758457?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/6720308879749758457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=6720308879749758457&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6720308879749758457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6720308879749758457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-on-smoking.html' title='More on Smoking'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-9092264987433043495</id><published>2009-06-11T14:43:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:10:18.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Timing, Smoke, and Queenie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am, as Firesky likes to call me, the Girl with the Worst Timing EVER @o@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because whenever I call her, she's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;WAYS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in the shower =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And whenever I call Lina, Lina's &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; house =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Personally I have to agree =_________= Because I always call people at nonstrategic times =.= I'd call Jes when she's gaming. I'd call Lina when she's sleeping. And I'd call my baby when his parents are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=O=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And worst of the worst, I'd be racing on Pet Society in my store &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;when my boss is online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=O=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I cannot even pretend I didn't see his instant message because I had stupidly excitedly irrationally posted up photos of Queenie winning mere &lt;em&gt;minutes&lt;/em&gt; ago =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jimmy (my boss): Oei! What are you doing? Not working er???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*I was still busy racing so I pretended not to notice for a while HAHAHA I was winning ok?!?!?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Oh hi Jimmy~ =D I was racing and feeding my pet but now I stop already =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jimmy: Racing lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jimmy: Feeding your pet lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: I stop already la~ @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Shirley (my manager's girlfriend) ask you to add her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jimmy: Who's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Ah Tan's girlfriend la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jimmy: I don't add people wan ok people add me heakheakheak~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: What?? You added me in the first place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Oh wait did you add me so you can know whether I'm on Facebook? @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the chat stopped there @_@&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm probably the only one among my friends who can chat on Facebook with my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; during working hours =o=&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I'm running out of ideas for my blog O_O This is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;!!! I'm aiming to earn some good bucks from this blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay okay I will squeeze all the droplets from my brain and use them to force something good in here! I think this post will be a pictureless one for now I need time (which I have very little of) to photoshop some pictures @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay okay since nothing has happened to me in a while, I shall continue complaining. My God this blog is becoming more and more bitchy by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's see......Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hate Smokers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is gonna freaking anger many people, including some of my friends. Those who smoke, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cigarette packets have pictures of coal-black lungs on them. Scientists worldwide have confirmed that smoking brings all harm and no good. People are dying everywhere because of lung cancer. Children are hospitalised due to severe asthma because their parents smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why does society still do it???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*Okay upon reaching this part I had a sudden thought and turned to my manager who is sitting right at the next computer and asked him about drinking.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Tan! Why do you drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tan: For fun la. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Do you drink a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tan: Not sure. Sometimes a lot, sometimes not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Isn't drinking bad for your body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tan: Well smoking isn't good for the body either but people still do it don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently a new staff came to join us here, at 168 Communications DSS and since Day 1 he stepped in here he's been having smoking breaks once a day and he'd come back 5 minutes later smelling of smoke =_= I will not even &lt;em&gt;begin&lt;/em&gt; to describe how bad his breath smells when he opens his mouth to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Worse still, him being part of Anastasia's clique, the two of them would go out together to smoke. And then they'd come back smelling of smoke =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These days I'd sit at the customer service counter all day just to avoid the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did not want to say much about this because my Dad used to be a smoker, even after his marriage and the birth of me and my brother. But he quit and to this day I am proud to say that my Dad quit smoking for the sake of his family =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But after serving customers who smell so strongly of tobacco I cannot breathe properly I need to rant about this =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why the HELL do these people smoke when they KNOW that they will most certainly die early??? Why do they smoke KNOWING they may get cancer and suffer a painful death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why do they smoke KNOWING that people around them hate their smell?!?!? Why do they smoke knowing they may harm other people while they do it?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This can go on and on so I'll stop here =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Other smokers I "interviewed" had different opinions about quitting =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The new staff, James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Why do you smoke? (This is getting ridiculous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James: When I'm stressed, I smoke lo. It sort of calms me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Oh wow you must be stressed all the time then =_= (note sarcasm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James: No la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: You know aaa, I don't understand society these days. They know smoking is bad but they still do it? Why didn't you quit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James: It's very hard to quit okay it's not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: But it's not impossible either! My dad quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James: Good for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Yeah it damn well is. I ask you aa. If you have a girlfriend now and she asks you to quit smoking would you do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James: No I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James: I'll only quit when I found out I have cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;......................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*crows flying overboard, crowing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT HE SAID??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the time you finally find out you have cancer you might as well smoke until you die la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WAIT!!! There's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: I will never date a smoker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James: What?? So if your boyfriend starts smoking now what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: I'll break up with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James: Even if you really love him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Yes. I stick to this principle like Superglue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James: Haiyo...... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Very hard to change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't want to change my mind James thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At least drinking is way better than smoking in my honest opinion =_= At least the alcohol you consume doesn't harm anybody else. Maybe until one day you get married and your baby has high alocohol content in his/her blood or something @_@ Oh my God that's so cruel of me! Babies are innocent I shall slap myself for this X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I've said enough, for now @@ Will continue some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And just to cheer up this exceedingly bitchy post, here's a picture of the world's cutest feline =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345991333037119458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjDGywn-l-I/AAAAAAAAAew/tjG4UoNdBlw/s400/Queenie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queenie!!! ^O^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In a new Summer outfit!!! XDXDXD And I changed her eyes too! I like to think she looks like a romantic beach kitty! XD&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally made all the changes I wanted for her =D I've been wanting a new outfit for the longest time and also those romantic sparkling eyes *_* Oh my God why isn't she a real cat I want one like that!!!&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s: I am only talking about inconsiderate smokers who smoke when there're people around to breathe in their second-hand smoke, or smell them. So if you're not one then you can be sure I'm not yelling at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-9092264987433043495?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/9092264987433043495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=9092264987433043495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/9092264987433043495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/9092264987433043495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/timing-smoke-and-queenie.html' title='Timing, Smoke, and Queenie'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SjDGywn-l-I/AAAAAAAAAew/tjG4UoNdBlw/s72-c/Queenie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-5898131833974498678</id><published>2009-06-10T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:54:17.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named this post random thoughts because I have no idea what I wanted to say in the first place =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I need to get a blogbook =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise a longer more solid entry in the (very) near future ok? Sorry my very lovely readers T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Sea of Poppies is turning out pretty boring =_= Too many descriptions. But I haven't reached even a quarter yet so nevermind I shall continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: Random:~My washing machine is still spinning and it's 12:53am and I will so face difficulties waking up in the morning T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-5898131833974498678?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/5898131833974498678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=5898131833974498678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5898131833974498678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5898131833974498678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-3276618990392670429</id><published>2009-06-09T20:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:40:05.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>OFFDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been this excited about an offday for a long, LONG time T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I will be spending this ENTIRE day in Baby's company!!! YAY!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From 10am till 10pm! =D Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I can hear some of you saying &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the big deal? I go out with my bf/gf all the time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, good for you then you're always with him you can hug and kiss and have all the &lt;em&gt;FUN&lt;/em&gt; you want =_= My Baby and I just happen to have lives of our own, and we love each other without feeling the need to spend ALL our time together =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway we left for Gurney Plaza as soon as he reached my house =) I haven't been to Penang Island in the longest time so I was very happy when Baby agreed to take me all the way there =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd prefer to go to Queensbay actually but Baby didn't really know the way @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't matter! XD More importantly my Baby was there holding my hand all the way XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway long boring story cut short. We went to Popular, bought &lt;em&gt;Seventeen&lt;/em&gt;, went to MPH, bought the book Popular doesn't have (The Other Boleyn Girl. Seriously why doesn't Popular have this book it's like such a big thing on screen already =_=) Walked all over the place looking for an ATM machine (we got lost in the basements twice) Went for a snowy at 600cc (Baby got rather sick of it's level of sweetness but he still ate it anyway ^^) then bought some stuff at Watsons and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wearing three-inch heels and by the time we found the ATM machine I was whining unbearably because it hurt so much @_@ Baby told me off for wearing high heels and commanded me never to wear them out again @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made my innocent puppy-face and told him I'd still wear them out anyway ROFL HAHA he looked at me like I'm some kind of a retard XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went home, watched some animes and went out for dinner at Manhattan Fish Market =D My first time there XD I know it's sad =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Si6dmh5zEvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/B-Tk1D0tmfY/s1600-h/DSCN1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Si6dmh5zEvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/B-Tk1D0tmfY/s400/DSCN1202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345383092996739826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Baked Fish with Herbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Si6dma-l7UI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ZWKIdi0RjFo/s1600-h/DSCN1203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Si6dma-l7UI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ZWKIdi0RjFo/s400/DSCN1203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345383091137801538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Baby's Fish and Chips, or in this case, rice XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he sent me home after that T_T I started missing him immediately after he left ToT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised, after a lovely day out with my Baby, that this is the first proper &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;date&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we've had in months and months =( Always our parents would be standing in the way whenever we want to spend some quality time together =( Even now that exams and schools are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you tell me how can I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; be overjoyed that I'd get a chance, even if it's just one, to spend an ENTIRE day with him?!? TOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Si6dmFoNkbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BgGL2sOYcIs/s1600-h/DSCN1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Si6dmFoNkbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BgGL2sOYcIs/s400/DSCN1209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345383085406785970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sea of Poppies&lt;/span&gt; by Amitav Ghost, I mean Ghosh @_@ Needless to say it's the front cover's illustration which caught my attention at first but after reading the summary at the back I thought I'd give it a try =D So far so good XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will start on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;/span&gt; after I finish Sea of Poppies =) Both are rather mature reads I think, which is good because it gives me more exposure, which means I can actually learn a lot more than the average romance books =_= Yes I am ditching "teenage" books @_@ They're starting to bore me! =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends this very boring post =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I just found out that ship captains in the olden days are tipped right into the ocean when they die at sea =D I always thought they'd be given a proper funeral when the shipmates reach the shores, but no! They're bodies are just thrown overboard XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: I cried upon reaching home because I have no idea when Baby and I can go out on a proper date again ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.s: I love you Baby ^O^ *muacks*&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/1562467901195023080-3276618990392670429?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/3276618990392670429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=3276618990392670429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/3276618990392670429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/3276618990392670429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/offday.html' title='OFFDAY!!!'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Si6dmh5zEvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/B-Tk1D0tmfY/s72-c/DSCN1202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-4218689969690622552</id><published>2009-06-06T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:38:42.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Tweet tweet~ Tweet tweet~</title><content type='html'>Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posessed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no other word that ends with "sesd" so nevermind ^_^llllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends all say I'm mad because I tweet ten times a day @_@ which I think is completely normal XD and which I think is untrue because the first day I signed up I tweeted twenty times MUAHAHAHA XDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to Twitter @@lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I only have a miserable total of 7 followers T_T So I was actually rather relunctant to put up the Twitter widget on my blog (embarrasing la...T_T) But in the end I decided to put it up anyway HAHA =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/YumimiSama"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW MY DEAR BELOVED READERS WILL LOVE YOU ALL TO DEATH XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, don't be surprised or annoyed to see me posting up stupid random irrelevent updates because that's how I reach 10 tweets a day HAHAHAHA XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-4218689969690622552?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/4218689969690622552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=4218689969690622552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4218689969690622552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4218689969690622552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet.html' title='Tweet tweet~ Tweet tweet~'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-5427474970166582382</id><published>2009-06-05T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:45:23.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up around 10:00am and turned on the TV without even brushing my teeth, and saw the movie "Home", which is supposed to aired on TV worldwide at the same time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait let me just go find a poster of the movie @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find it!!! TOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh never mind =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this movie is more like a documentary mainly about how we humans are disrupting the earth and the planet and its climatic balance. The glacier at the Arctic is melting very fast, and 13 million hectares of forests are disappearing every year, and all sorts of other disasters are happening, because of us humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature is showing her teeth now because of what we have done. Look at all the tornadoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly cried by the end of it, I almost forgot to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is extremely saddening to see all the lush green and beautiful forests burning black against the darkened sky, and animals being forced to vacate their natural habitats because it is no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I don't have to talk much about the movie @_@ The world's probably seen it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is some comfort, though, knowing that countries worldwide have taken measures to reduce these catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling down now. The movie is really making me choke on the road, all the carbon monoxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again I cough on the road all the time anyway so not much difference there =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my bother and I are carpooling =) That's a start I suppose~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-5427474970166582382?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/5427474970166582382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=5427474970166582382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5427474970166582382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5427474970166582382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-2942402692717405994</id><published>2009-06-04T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:40:54.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hola Blogosphere~</title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything in mind so I shall update again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-2942402692717405994?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/2942402692717405994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=2942402692717405994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/2942402692717405994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/2942402692717405994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/hola-blogosphere.html' title='Hola Blogosphere~'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-2853477951939970664</id><published>2009-06-02T21:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:43:47.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><title type='text'>Blog Peeves</title><content type='html'>I don't know about other people but I've been blog-hopping a lot lately =D All thanks to the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XChange&lt;/span&gt; widget by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/span&gt; =D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nuffnang's&lt;/span&gt; the BEST!! Love their service ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I've been blog-hopping a lot lately and aside from the usual blogs I visit I.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. The alarm just rang =D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; go watch Ugly Betty now will continue later =) *runs off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Updates at 12:11am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it just went to 12:12 O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously lost track of time!!! I was reading some random person's blog and my eyes just went more and more blur! One of these days I'm gonna go blind @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as I was saying before my phone reminder distracted me, I've been blog-hopping a lot recently and there are just so many blogs that annoy the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay just to make things clear here I don't open up a blog if I see that the girl wears a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or to make it simpler for non-Malaysians, the big wrap that Malay girls wear as headgear. I also ignore blogs that say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kepala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hitam&lt;/span&gt;" or *checks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;XChange&lt;/span&gt;* "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;buku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nota&lt;/span&gt;". I won't even go to the next sentence if I see a Malay word in the first. If you've been following me you will notice that I never use Malay words in any of my posts (Or if you have then show me because I really cannot remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am racist. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So sue me&lt;/span&gt; =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay (I seem to be using a lot of "Okay"s in this post @@) so I will now complain about the many things I see in blogs that just make me super pissed off and shut down the damn thing and never go back again. Perhaps I'm being sarcastic. After all a blog IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; personal space so really that person can do whatever they want with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it just really gets to me whenever I see a line that goes, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"This is my blog and I'll do whatever I want with it. If you don't like it then SCRAM."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really? Then make it a private blog la why the hell do you want to put up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;XChange&lt;/span&gt; widget and lead people there? =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. I just typed out Blog Peeves Number 1 @_@&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Arrogant Celebrity-wannabe Blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really lo especially if you know them in real life and they're not as impressive as they make themselves sound in their blogs =_= Not all of you of course. Just some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"HUGE ASS" Fonts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second blog peeve is this "huge ass" fonts you see sometimes. No most of the time. Seriously unless I know the blogger I wouldn't even bother to read these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;minuscule&lt;/span&gt; fonts =_= Who the hell can stand squinting at the monitor screen anyway? Don't you people know that this is bad for the eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Oh Pretty &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we also have &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; fonts. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;I step into a blog with&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;black black background&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;these kind of words&lt;/span&gt; my eyes &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;will immediately go haywire&lt;/span&gt;. And the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;combinations&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;are just &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;What are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;trying to highlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??? &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;If you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;type like this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)"&gt;who's gonna stand it?!?!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;Again unless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;I know the blogger&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;wouldn't even bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; to read it =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Music Music MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;' we all love music??? We have so many sorts too! We have rock and jazz and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hip hop&lt;/span&gt; and rap and so many more! So we really DO appreciate it when we open up your site and hear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LOUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;percussion&lt;/span&gt; merging with the lovely classics coming out of our speakers!!! We get a whole different class immediately! Fantastic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the fucking thing off okay! Not everyone goes blog-hopping without their favourite music &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; ON =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Pop-ups or "Welcome Messages"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go blog-hopping I like to open up a few blogs at once, since websites usually take some time to load completely. I like to open up a whole row of tabs, then go back to the first blog while the rest are loading. And then this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dumbass&lt;/span&gt; of a "welcome message" will pop up saying &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Hi! Welcome to my blog!&lt;/span&gt; and pull me back to the last tab &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;which is completely blank&lt;/span&gt; and I'd panic thinking my computer jammed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my annoyance when I see that it's just a stupid welcome message just asking me to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Click OK to proceed"&lt;/span&gt; =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; blogs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt;... I see someone type like this... I get so bored... Thinking why on earth they sound so sad... When they just came home from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; outing... They just bought new laptop... new clothes... new make-up... yet they still talk like the world is ending tomorrow... Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt; girls...? Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;har&lt;/span&gt;...? Is life really so sad...? Or are you trying to appear deep in thought...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if you are then you are failing miserably =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I give up looking for a nice background for my Twitter =_= Will see if I can come across some nice ones in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: I will probably put up my Twitter widget by tomorrow =D Goodnight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-2853477951939970664?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/2853477951939970664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=2853477951939970664&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/2853477951939970664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/2853477951939970664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-peeves.html' title='Blog Peeves'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-6533313343265429909</id><published>2009-06-01T22:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:03:49.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Digi Roadshow *Now more about Photoshop*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author's Note: Okay this post is not going to be about the Digi Roadshow because I left this page after typing out the title and obsessed over Photoshop instead XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to learn how to do various editing through online tutorials, but failed miserably =_= I searched for websites giving &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;specific&lt;/span&gt; instructions on how to smooth out skin and get rid of blemishes, but either their instructions are too hard to understand owing to all the Photoshop terms, or I am just plain stupid =___________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then *snap* the solution just came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;YOUTUBE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooooooooooo easy I can't believe it took me such a long time to figure out =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again I'm a person who likes to take a big roundabout instead of the straight road so there @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I decided to photoshop a VERY unflattering photo of myself, just to mess around with the brushes, and I am surprised to see how &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; it is once you get the hang of things!!! Really wan! I'm not lying! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is the before photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SiQJRsI8ECI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8mP5WDdOyj0/s1600-h/DSCN1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SiQJRsI8ECI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8mP5WDdOyj0/s400/DSCN1153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342405257479327778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHUT UP!!!&lt;/span&gt; I told you it's unflattering! =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of me after Day 3 of Roadshow. See how friggin tired I was? Even my eyebags decided to resurface after I thought I taught them a lesson =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I saw this awesome &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnkPq_RgGHg"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; on Youtube teaching people how easy it is to smoothen out the skin and it's really good! I always read on those stupid websites instructions telling us to make a new layer or duplicate a layer whatever nonsense and I'd be so blur after reading just one sentense =.= Really wor! If you really want to teach people teach everything la a lot of people visit that specific page for the first time hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they had the nerve to label their posts &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Photoshop Tutorials for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beginners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My ass&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for this photo my main goal was to clear up my skin. You can see in the above photo that I have skin discolourations and blemishes and a whole load of blackheads so I attempted to get rid of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the end result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SiQNtI_P8LI/AAAAAAAAAeA/CtU3J_JJg18/s1600-h/DSCN1153%28edited%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SiQNtI_P8LI/AAAAAAAAAeA/CtU3J_JJg18/s400/DSCN1153%28edited%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342410127126294706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the difference?!?!?! I used the Spot Healing Brush Tool to remove as many bumps and blackheads as I can and did exactly what IceflowStudio said! Okay maybe not exactly what he says @_@ I did some adjustments to the radius to better suit my picture =D I finally got the hang of it! YAY!!! XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while I was at it I made my jaw just a tad smaller too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not perfect obviously but heck I can get better can't I? &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait let me put the two pictures one on top of the other so you can see properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SiQUVa7RGNI/AAAAAAAAAeI/VrSabeEhHZY/s1600-h/sidebyside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SiQUVa7RGNI/AAAAAAAAAeI/VrSabeEhHZY/s400/sidebyside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342417416205965522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little too small maybe @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow you can still see some difference right??? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start photoshoping my pictures from now on! (I might wanna learn to apply make-up too @_@)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-6533313343265429909?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/6533313343265429909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=6533313343265429909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6533313343265429909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6533313343265429909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/06/digi-roadshow-now-more-about-photoshop.html' title='Digi Roadshow *Now more about Photoshop*'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SiQJRsI8ECI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8mP5WDdOyj0/s72-c/DSCN1153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-5898162127204215934</id><published>2009-05-30T11:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:53:43.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry'/><title type='text'>I AM BLOODY ANGRY</title><content type='html'>FUCKING AH PEK FOR THE LIFE OF YOUR FUCKING SELF YOU DO NOT MAKE A U-TURN &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WHEN A BIG SILVER PERDANA IS COMING AT YOU AT 70 MILES PER HOUR!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKING &lt;em&gt;NO BRAINS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I HAD NOT BRAKED SO FAST MY BAG FELL OVER AND EVERYTHING INSIDE SPILLED OUT YOU WOULD HAVE FLOWN OFF YOUR BIKE AND CRACKED YOUR HELMET ALONG WITH YOUR FUCKING BRAINLESS HEAD ON THE ROAD AND ROLLED OVER BY A PASSING LORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TELL YOU I BLOODY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DON'T CARE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IF YOU DON'T WANT YOUR LIFE LO IF THIS COUNTRY HAS NO LAW I WOULD HAVE RUN YOU OVER WITHOUT FEELING GUILTY =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SI AH PEK WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?!?!?!?&lt;/em&gt; IF I HAD HIT YOU IT IS YOUR OWN FUCKING FAULT BUT I STILL HAVE TO PAY RM300 BECAUSE &lt;em&gt;I'M&lt;/em&gt; THE CAR AND YOU'RE THE MOTORCYCLE I MUST KNOW HOW TO "SIAM" YOU (and hit another car in the meantime most probably) ACCORDING TO THIS COUNTRY'S RIDICULOUS LAW SO YOU SHIOK SHIOK U-TURN AND I HAVE TO BEAR ALL THE CONSEQUENCES IS THAT RIGHT?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HOW DARE YOU MOTORCYCLISTS BULLY US INNOCENT CAR DRIVERS LIKE THAT?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Malaysia ranks number one in the worldwide road accidents statistics =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-5898162127204215934?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/5898162127204215934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=5898162127204215934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5898162127204215934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5898162127204215934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-bloody-angry.html' title='I AM BLOODY ANGRY'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-4537371727270403824</id><published>2009-05-27T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:34:00.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embarrassing'/><title type='text'>Sex Exchange</title><content type='html'>One day......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Customer Service officer: Hello, I'm Hafiz. How can I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Hi! My name is Angela and I'm calling from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DSS&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Digi&lt;/span&gt; Specialised&lt;br /&gt;Store) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hafiz: Okay Miss Angela. How may I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Can you please decline the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DG&lt;/span&gt;50 registration numbered ********?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hafiz: Okay please hold on ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hafiz: Thank you Miss Angela for holding. You ask to decline the RA number ********?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hafiz: Is it registered under Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ooi&lt;/span&gt; Lean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hafiz: Miss Angela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Actually I'm wondering if you can do me a favour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can you help me change the customer title from &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-4537371727270403824?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/4537371727270403824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=4537371727270403824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4537371727270403824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4537371727270403824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/sex-exchange.html' title='Sex Exchange'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-1525621805209116462</id><published>2009-05-26T16:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:42:45.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>A weird Ghey Dream @_@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a seriously weird dream last night @_@ And most of you are gonna go: "What's wrong with this girl why is she so obsessed with *click*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have to announce what I am obsessed with here you'll find out later =_= Which is something I've talked about a few times already @_@ Then again it's not so new =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt that I met Xiaxue face to face O________O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was with my family at this award giving ceremony at some rundown old building @_@ It looks seriously more like an old folk's home or orphanage =_= Don't ask me how can awards be given at these old ruins I seriously have no idea =______________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I think it was some Best Blogger Award or something, or it may also be Best Slug Eater Award, or Best Tree Climber Award, or even Best Rubbish Thrower Award XD and the list goes on and on and on ^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay back to my ghey dream @_@lll I met Xiaxue at this ceremony outside the building, on the grass @@ She was sporting a white T-shirt, blue shorts and a blue cap, carrying a white bag with her dog Pumpkin in her arms. She looked more like she was going for a picnic =_= You'd have thought people would wear long gowns if they expect to receive any awards =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say me being such a frantic reader of her blog I went up to talk to her, as casually as I could, I remember @_@ but I can't remember what we said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on I was inside this mouldy building talking to this guy, who was in a denim jacket and jeans, with a cap too, but of course unlike the flashy ones Xiaxue always wears =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our conversation went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Who do you reckon will win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Guy: Xiaxue lo. She always does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: You don't seem very happy about it @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy looked top bottom left right front back corner before hissing, rather angrily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the writer behind this blog! She took all her self-whoring photos and tossed them to me! I put them all up, thinking up stories to go with them. And she's kissing Mike for the sake of the Canadians and her European "blogders". Now SHE gets all the credit, and I remain a nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; I have any idea why her kissing Mike has anything to do with Canadians or Europeans so stop asking me =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he stalked away through a door that looks like it's about to crumble down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way the inside of the building looked more sinister after the guy left @_@ There were huge boulders on the floor and paint peeling off the walls. It's amazing how a house that already looks like a tumble-down orphanage can look like a haunted house in those few seconds =________________= Thank God the exit was right behind me T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah the guy said something like getting fed up with all the attention she (Xiaxue) was getting and will "do something about it" =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back outside, and saw the blog princess again (she had changed into a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; dress =_=) And we sat down and talked again (on the floor in the canteen I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me: *Tell her everything the guy said*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Her: Oh really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me: Is it true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Her: Of course not! Like, how can it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I laid in bed and thought about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I laughed ROFL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I agreed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt; can it be true? XDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: It's a miracle! It's 11:38pm and this ghey dream in still fresh in my mind O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: I just hopped over to Xiaxue's blog and her new template just blew my head right off @_@ No wonder it took her so many years to get it done!&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/1562467901195023080-1525621805209116462?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/1525621805209116462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=1525621805209116462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1525621805209116462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1525621805209116462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/weird-ghey-dream.html' title='A weird Ghey Dream @_@'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-3591577847691766440</id><published>2009-05-25T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:54:08.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Express Post @@</title><content type='html'>Very very quick post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's an insanely busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to finish submitting all the registrations, outstock all my coupons and Simpacks, and update the Simpack files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost died doing that X_X All the &lt;em&gt;numbers&lt;/em&gt;......One reason why I never got the hang of Accounts @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll be busy starting tomorrow onwards, but I will try my best to update consistently =) I don't know how but I got the shock of my life yesterday night @_@ My readership shot up from a miserable average of 7 to 10 uniques a day to an alarming (for me @_@) 97 unique visitors yesterday alone! Something my blog has never achieved @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, most of my visitors are from the United States @____________@ 50.7 percent!!! Can you believe it?!? O_O Malaysian visitors only took 6.4 percent or something cannot remember @_@ I don't know how you all find my blog but thanks so much for making my day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all for today will update again tomorrow @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-3591577847691766440?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/3591577847691766440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=3591577847691766440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/3591577847691766440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/3591577847691766440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/very-very-quick-post.html' title='Express Post @@'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-3200820722672404567</id><published>2009-05-24T17:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:58:35.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>I JUST FINISHED READING ANASTASIA'S &lt;a href="http://anastasianarcis.blogspot.com/2009/05/gerammmmmnyyeerrrrr.html"&gt;POST&lt;/a&gt; ABOUT HER FRIEND'S WEDDING AND I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BABI-LOIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; OH MY GOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WAIT JUST A MINUTE WHILE I TRY TO STOP LAUGHING HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*DEEP breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay I'm fine now =D Go have a look if you wanna know what's so funny XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babi-loin&lt;/em&gt;.......Classic man. &lt;em&gt;Classic&lt;/em&gt; XDXD It's supposed to be Babylon by the way XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I spent about 2 hours tending to Queenie in Pet Society, visiting all her friends and pushing my level upwards. My God I soooooooooooo love that application *_* All the items are just so adorable and pretty T___________T So sad i don't have the cash to buy her luxury items TOT Even the wallpapers and floorboards are killing my pocket =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Queenie's living room =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339345617634167618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ShkqjNgfi0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/LQGp4urle2I/s400/queenie+living+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's really plain I know @_@ Once I have more Coins I'd give it a complete revamp XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339345614101161778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ShkqjAWKJzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/QEGeU-GnlBg/s400/queenie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bedroom =D I love the colours in here! XD I'm not really a pink girl before but this game is so cute I just can't help making Queenie's room pink XD Again, no Coins to buy her furniture yet T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339345611910857298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Shkqi4L8wlI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8Vu3q8cOFnY/s400/queenie+kitchen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Kitchen! I love the Gingerbread wallpaper! XD Am going to make it an "edible" kitchen! It looks so yummy already 8D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339345612771242530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Shkqi7ZFMiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5koMmrERXmQ/s400/queenie+bathroom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bathroom @_@ I only had enough money to change the floor tiles T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So guys~ If you have some stuff you don't want already, would you please send it over to Queenie as a gift? =D We don't mind even if it's just an old sofa =D Do donate~ ^o^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think I registered for Facebook two years ago @_@ I loved it then! There were so many games and applications and "mou liu" quizzes XD But I soon got bored of it and left it to rot @_@ like my Friendster (which is still rotting =_=) Back then not many people has a Facebook account, so after a while it sort of gets lonely =_=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Until suddenly the whole world is playing it =_=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't know why but seems like everytime I start to like something it would be nothing and then suddenly it gets more and more famous @_@ It happened to me with Harry Potter @_________@ My mom picked it up off the rack and bought it for me in an attempt to stop me reading Enid Blyton books when I was twelve, saying I should start reading more grown-up books and throw all the fairytales aside =_=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Needless to say she regrets it afterwards when I badgered her to buy me the remaining 6 books, which got steadily more and more expensive XD HAHAHA XDXDXD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh well at least she did succeed in making me stop reading Enid Blyton XDXD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, I am frantically doing quizzes now and the results have been nothing short of......weird @_@ According to these quizzes, I am: an elf, a vampire, a water elven, Isis, and when I was done with "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Which Egyptian Diety are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?", the result was...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...Sekhmet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339373790310736002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ShlELE6AoII/AAAAAAAAAdw/tte8cVtiV6U/s400/sekhmet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm the warrior Goddess of Egypt O_________________________O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Should I feel proud? @_@&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-3200820722672404567?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/3200820722672404567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=3200820722672404567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/3200820722672404567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/3200820722672404567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahahahahahahahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ShkqjNgfi0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/LQGp4urle2I/s72-c/queenie+living+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-6115959662610275463</id><published>2009-05-22T17:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:23:51.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>I am utterly disappointed</title><content type='html'>I hate not having Astro because this means I have to take in all the spoilers after the world has watched it live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am talking about American Idol (again =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched them sing knowing who won. And all throughout that show I cannot help but curse all these American idiots who voted for Kris Allen. I suppose there is something wrong with me because I really cannot understand or connect with ANY of Kris Allen's songs, since she says there must be something wrong with people like me =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait they weren't even HIS songs =o= And I don't like Kara so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he really &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; to win America? I cannot understand what is so phenomenal about his singing, nor can I enjoy any of his performances. Fine I will give him some credit. He &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; sing. But to pick &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; when there is one Adam Lambert standing next to him on stage? Are you kidding me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am a judge I would have stuffed him right back into the church so he can continue singing hymns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did all these Americans REALLY think that Kris Allen winning the show will save America? If I were God I'd be disappointed that such an active missionary had been dragged away from the Brazilian forests where He'd intended to place him and locked in a production studio to produce forgettable songs =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more I can say about Americans. If they did not vote for Kris because he's a missionary then it's because Adam Lambert is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand what is wrong with that =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you blame homosexuals for being themselves? Can you, for instance, force them to like someone of the opposite sex? Try as you might, you will never succeed, even if you lock him in a room full of naked women with big busts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just picture yourself falling in love with one guy/girl, and the world disagrees with you, and try to make you love some other guy/girl instead. Would you like that? Would you appreciate that? No, you wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they're not afraid of letting the world know their sexuality =_= And here the world is, hating them for loving who they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to American Idol @_@ Kara said that she &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hopes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people will "vote on the season", which made me laugh outright =_= Why would she hope that America will vote on the season and not the performance? Only one reason: The performance was no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, on the other hand, delivered three different sides of himself, blowing the crowds' minds away. And yet these lovely dimwitted Americans chose to vote for Kris, whoose last name would undoubtedly be forgotten after a few years (possibly his first name too =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate Kris Allen, I just don't think he deserved it. While Adam Lambert is still on stage anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-6115959662610275463?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/6115959662610275463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=6115959662610275463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6115959662610275463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6115959662610275463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-utterly-disappointed.html' title='I am utterly disappointed'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-6848219144884644405</id><published>2009-05-21T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:37:42.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>obsessed with Pet Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obsessed I am seriously considering buying Coins with my phone credit @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep it's a random post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-6848219144884644405?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/6848219144884644405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=6848219144884644405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6848219144884644405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6848219144884644405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-7525726900480286460</id><published>2009-05-20T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:28:17.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>What the hell is wrong with ranting about a hot Ang Moh I rarely ever meet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt; 21st May 2009 - *Post taken down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-7525726900480286460?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/7525726900480286460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=7525726900480286460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7525726900480286460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7525726900480286460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-hell-is-wrong-with-ranting-about.html' title='What the hell is wrong with ranting about a hot Ang Moh I rarely ever meet?'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-7310135659280511561</id><published>2009-05-18T13:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:05:15.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>OMG OMG A REAL HOT ANG MOH!!!!!! OoO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG WTF THIS IS SO UNFAIR I HATE THE WORLD TOTOTOTOTOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working here I have met quite a few foreigners. First a Japanese couple, and my God they are the nicest customers I had ^o^ They wanted to register for Digi Data Unlimited (go online anywhere for only RM66 a month!) but because they have no work permit as they were here on vacation they could not register T_T I felt really bad for them but they were really nice about it and thanked us for all our help. That made me feel even worse T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last month I met a dude from Australia (I think @_@) while queuing to pay for a book in Popular. He had nothing in his hands so naturally I thought he was just waiting for the bloke in front of him (who also happens to be an Ang Moh) who was ringing up his purchases. When he (the bloke in front) was done I made for the counter and set my book down. Suddenly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Excuse me before you process her purchases I would like to make an enquiry.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I was standing in front (while looking pointedly at me)?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stunned I stood stock still while he continued talking to the equally dumbfounded cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he wanted a book he could not find @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather furious at that point in time, but I smiled at him all the same until someone else had led him off to show him where the book was =_= I rung up my purchases and left as fast as my legs would take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I sat down in my store and calmed down a few hours later, I realised this must be how things operated where he came from. No matter to make payment or enquiry, everybody waits in line until it was their turn @_@ While some of us here would go straight up to the cashier and rudely ask whatever we wanted as soon as we found an opening =_= My God I just showed him an example of how uncivilised we Malaysians are =_____________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway he obviously wasn't the hot Ang Moh I mentioned in the title @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY A REALLY HOT ANG MOH CAME IN TO BUY A STARTER PACK OMG OMG OMG I &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; STOP THE WORLD IS SO UNFAIR I WANT A HOT ANG MOH BOYFRIEND TOO TOTOTOTOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in with a girl a little older than us and a lady who was obviously her mother @@ And while the girlfriend asked plenty of questions he just sat at the side waiting for them to finish. I was wrapping a couple of phones across from him on the counter so we chatted a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ang Moh: Oh I'm sorry. (He thought he was taking too&lt;br /&gt;much space)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: It's okay. Are you working here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ang Moh: Working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Yeah. I mean, you're not local right? (Obviously&lt;br /&gt;=_=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ang Moh: No I'm not working here (smile) I'm here on&lt;br /&gt;vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: I see. Where are you from? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ang Moh: I'm from Columbia. (still&lt;br /&gt;smiling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Wow that's far @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ang Moh: Yes very far. (still smiling!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: How do you find Malaysia? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ang Moh: Oh very nice! Good food =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice and polite! Totally unlike the irritable one I met in Popular!! And I thought all Americans are arrogant!!! T________T I'm sorry Nice Americans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know it's all very polite talk but the point is he is a very nice person =_= But too bad he is already taken *sighs...* And the girl keep calling him "Darling" and "Honey" and we were all like "...T_T..." but of course we didn't show it until they were gone @@ And then we just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;burst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about how hot he was and saying how the world is unfair and how hot he was again and how the girlfriend is a Plain Jane (okay la still pretty ^^lll) and how lucky she was to have snagged such a nice hot boyfriend when Anastasia suddenly started laughing so hard she fell to the floor and could not get up O_______O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, I glanced at the entrance and saw the very same Ang Moh standing there, dumbstruck at Anastasia's sudden laughing fit and tumbling out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally went O____________________________________O And then I laughed too @_@ The poor Ang Moh just gaped at us and the girlfriend just stared. Even Cat was laughing into her lunch XD Ah Wan was just smiling at us girls XDXD I was the first to calm down and I proceeded to ask how I could be of any help to him. By this time even his girlfriend and her mother are laughing at us ROFL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was still staring at Anastasia XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ang Moh: Is she alright? (HE'S A REALLY NICE GUY&lt;br /&gt;LAH THIS IS SO UNFAIR!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Oh she's fine~ (ROFL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ang Moh: But she fell out of her chair! (He's still&lt;br /&gt;puzzled bless him XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Don't worry about her she'll be alright XD (I was&lt;br /&gt;still trying to control myself mind you. And Anastasia still laughing on the&lt;br /&gt;floor behind the Customer Service counter is not helping.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing behind the sales counter and waiting for him to ask his question. He then proceeded to peer at me as though wondering if I am okay enough to help him with his problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too much. I dived behind the counter and started laughing again XD And I heard scolding overhead as his girlfriend told him off for pushing it HAHAHAHA XDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he asked a few more questions about call rates to Australia and then finally left for good =3 Wait aa I show you all what he looked like XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7310135659280511561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-omg-real-hot-ang-moh-ooo.html' title='OMG OMG A REAL HOT ANG MOH!!!!!! 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Well it's really normal isn't it? A mother and her son walking only ma~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sg7Zp8imX4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/gt59b8pidOw/s1600-h/Strapped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336441923129728898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sg7Zp8imX4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/gt59b8pidOw/s400/Strapped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that boy a dog or something????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked like she had a leash on him!!! &gt;O&lt; style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't care what people might say behind her. I can safely say that every single sales person standing outside their store is staring at her walking away with her son strapped to her like an untamed monkey, discussing how unreasonable she is being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure we also understand that toddlers are sometimes difficult to control but to tie them up this way gives off a really &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; bad impression. It's like telling the world her son is so troublesome he needs to be chained up to save her time to do her shopping in peace =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness the son is too young to feel embarrassed and humiliated =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Why can't boyfriends take a few minutes, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt; a few minutes off gaming to talk to their girlfriends on the phone when &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; is the one who actually took the initiative to call him? &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;WHY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;UPDATE: My mom says tying up kids like that in shopping malls is very common these days =_= Fine perhaps to some people it is not despicable. After all it does ensure that your kid doesn't run too far away, if he/she is really that hyperactive @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-5844825912815713366?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/5844825912815713366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=5844825912815713366&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5844825912815713366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5844825912815713366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-saw-something-despicable-today.html' title='I saw something despicable today'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sg7Zp8imX4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/gt59b8pidOw/s72-c/Strapped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-1982028072122484612</id><published>2009-05-15T17:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:24:33.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol Critique</title><content type='html'>I am not the only one who has an opinion about Kris Allen remaining in the show =_= Read &lt;a href="http://phantasmagorism.wordpress.com/2009/05/14/american-idol-season-8/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. And I agree with Firesky that none of his songs are actually memorable. Not something I would even realise is playing on the radio =_________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be absolutely honest I wouldn't rave over ANY of the American Idol Season 8 candidates @@ I am yes absolutely impressed with Adam's performance but the fact remains that when he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; make an album it would be a rock album, and I hate rockers =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so great about rock songs anyway? All they do is scream and yell, and scare the living daylights out of me might I add, when I was watching their MVs T_T I cannot, for the life of me, understand the beauty of their messed up lyrics and horror-inspired melody @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense Firesky O_O *runs far far away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*checks that she wasn't following"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay safe =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I've finished complaining about rockers and Kris Allen, I will say who is my one singing idol =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready? XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fine nobody reads my blog anyway =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sg1Xj7ZzFiI/AAAAAAAAAdA/AXFS_GEch6s/s1600-h/6755cc5f-8147-4578-b888-d45996b36295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sg1Xj7ZzFiI/AAAAAAAAAdA/AXFS_GEch6s/s400/6755cc5f-8147-4578-b888-d45996b36295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336017408256841250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utada Hikaru *_______________* God I have loved her since Form 3 and still loving her now T_T Of course I still love God what do you think you're saying???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't one of her best pictures but I was looking for more recent ones @_@ I regret not knowing how to use Photoshop or I'd have removed those offending eyebags already @@ She must be working very hard T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask why I love her? Now go listen to her English single "Come Back to Me". When you're done, tell me if you realise it was a JAPANESE singing if I hadn't just told you =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;THIS IS THE REAL DEAL OKAY PEOPLE YOU TELL ME NOW CAN KRIS ALLEN EVEN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEGIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TO COMPETE WITH HER??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I will NOT stop complaining it is absolute DISGRACE that he is one of the finalists T_____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine it is unkind of me to put him next to a person who has obviously been in the industry for years =_= BUT &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd write more but my sister wants the computer now. Good night~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I actually considered&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; deliberately&lt;/span&gt; misspelling Kris Allen's name in my previous post just to show how his name can be easily forgotten =_= But decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;: Oh the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATROCITY&lt;/span&gt;!!! Kris Allen just made it to the Grand Finale!!! This is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DISGRACE&lt;/span&gt;!!! WHAT ARE YOU AMERICANS THINKING???????? HOW is Danny Gokey inferior to him?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt;?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-1982028072122484612?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/1982028072122484612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=1982028072122484612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1982028072122484612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1982028072122484612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/idol-critique.html' title='Idol Critique'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sg1Xj7ZzFiI/AAAAAAAAAdA/AXFS_GEch6s/s72-c/6755cc5f-8147-4578-b888-d45996b36295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-577354372180262297</id><published>2009-05-14T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:49:39.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>ARGH</title><content type='html'>I'm bloody hungry T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby faster come I want to eat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE at 11:41pm (according to my computer @@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched American Idol and America's Next Top Model, no idea which season ROFL XD Gosh even though I have really no liking for rockers I have to admit Adam Lambert is unbelievably.......I am at a lost for words @_@ amazing? NO! That's like, an understatement!!!! XoX He's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still at a lost for words =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Adam were Danny and Kris =D I think Danny deserves to be where he is now, just like Adam XD Honestly if I had turned on the TV and see no Adam Lambert and Danny Gokey I would be very disgusted at the atrocity that had befallen America for voting out the two best contestants in the show =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yqQJe8VD5Ek/SWzD53dpGRI/AAAAAAAAAoY/XjH6CaTxEvo/s800/Adam+Lambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yqQJe8VD5Ek/SWzD53dpGRI/AAAAAAAAAoY/XjH6CaTxEvo/s800/Adam+Lambert.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.ajc.com/american-idol-blog/files/2009/03/danny-gokey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://blogs.ajc.com/american-idol-blog/files/2009/03/danny-gokey3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay they did not technically vote them out but you get my point =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Kris I really do not understand why he was still there =_= I remember watching the earlier episodes of American Idol Season 8 (I just googled it =D) and telling myself that this guy would be gone after, at the very most, 2 weeks. And tonight, I turned on the telly and saw that he was up after Danny =o= I was..........ridiculed. Really =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, by American standards, he really should have been long gone =o= His singing was utterly pitchy, or average. I can imagine him as a pub singer strumming away on his guitar or keyboard but certainly not winning AI =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mtv.com/news/photos/a/american_idol/09/top36/27_kris_allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 585px;" src="http://www.mtv.com/news/photos/a/american_idol/09/top36/27_kris_allen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not even much of a looker =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show Jes and I were talking on the phone praising Adam of course and saying that Danny is next best @_@ And we were discussing why Kris Allen was still there, and Jes just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huffed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do you know why these Americans vote for him? It's because he is God's Child! He's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;missionary&lt;/span&gt;. He does God's work, so these people vote for him thinking if he wins the economy will be saved or something.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well it's something along those lines anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they really vote for him because of this then I can confirm that atrocity has already befallen America =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOT&lt;/span&gt; to learn how to design my own template =_= from SCRATCH!!!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-577354372180262297?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/577354372180262297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=577354372180262297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/577354372180262297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/577354372180262297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/argh.html' title='ARGH'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yqQJe8VD5Ek/SWzD53dpGRI/AAAAAAAAAoY/XjH6CaTxEvo/s72-c/Adam+Lambert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-8646944844912663093</id><published>2009-05-10T16:58:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:30:34.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>Another picture post! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So sorry I haven't posted in the last few days, I was lazy XD Anyway to make up for it here's another random "wu liao" picture post. And let me tell you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPLOADING THIS MANY PICTURES IS A PAIN IN THE ASS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know how Xiaxue does it. I salute her *cadet salute gesture"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglKHvBSOKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/j9h33PUx194/s1600-h/DSCN0923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334876730338457762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglKHvBSOKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/j9h33PUx194/s400/DSCN0923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sun setting over my house O_O Looks majestic lo~ Baby took this photo ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One fine day we went down to Ipoh to watch my brother's orchestra performance, and we had dinner there. It was super super yummy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglKHkFVetI/AAAAAAAAAbo/u_EcEoAnzJA/s1600-h/DSCN0929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334876727402658514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglKHkFVetI/AAAAAAAAAbo/u_EcEoAnzJA/s400/DSCN0929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglKHVxC9yI/AAAAAAAAAbg/b0kCxdc0hfw/s1600-h/DSCN0930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334876723559462690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglKHVxC9yI/AAAAAAAAAbg/b0kCxdc0hfw/s400/DSCN0930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stall auntie and XinYi, our guide of the day =) She's really nice ^o^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglJKBnTjBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lNdiYUtS__U/s1600-h/DSCN0931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334875670177877010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglJKBnTjBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lNdiYUtS__U/s400/DSCN0931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chendol. So-so only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglJJ1cN9NI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/aa8FkprP9lU/s1600-h/DSCN0932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334875666910147794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglJJ1cN9NI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/aa8FkprP9lU/s400/DSCN0932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglJJYL2MPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SPOuivMjL9M/s1600-h/DSCN0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334875659056853234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglJJYL2MPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SPOuivMjL9M/s400/DSCN0935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The chancellor @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglJJI_5cbI/AAAAAAAAAbA/TkLo3h6F5lI/s1600-h/DSCN0937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334875654980202930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglJJI_5cbI/AAAAAAAAAbA/TkLo3h6F5lI/s400/DSCN0937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Xiyao Chen ranks top ten soloist in the whole world full of Er-hu players O_O All the way from Shanghai!!! The orchestra had to pay RM3000 just to get her to play with them O___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglJIxkv6EI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mFiIk9nCcc4/s1600-h/DSCN0938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334875648692316226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglJIxkv6EI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mFiIk9nCcc4/s400/DSCN0938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglIHkqvOKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/295rR6Gt6Kk/s1600-h/DSCN0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334874528536279202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglIHkqvOKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/295rR6Gt6Kk/s400/DSCN0944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglIHK9Y96I/AAAAAAAAAao/WJ7qxbVWY2U/s1600-h/DSCN0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334874521635190690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglIHK9Y96I/AAAAAAAAAao/WJ7qxbVWY2U/s400/DSCN0946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My camera died here so no more pictures T_T I am so getting a new one! &gt;O&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random: An annoying fly I swat on the 6th of April XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglIG6e_vdI/AAAAAAAAAag/XhqchSVrzA8/s1600-h/DSCN0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334874517212741074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglIG6e_vdI/AAAAAAAAAag/XhqchSVrzA8/s400/DSCN0948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglIGht3MhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7mUQXWzBz2o/s1600-h/DSCN0974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334874510564209170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglIGht3MhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7mUQXWzBz2o/s400/DSCN0974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglIGQBCkPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Hq7f98atzZg/s1600-h/DSCN0975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334874505812807922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglIGQBCkPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Hq7f98atzZg/s400/DSCN0975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When your steamboat soup turns this dirty shade of greenish yellow, it is at its very best XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglGw8JJVlI/AAAAAAAAAaI/CTeLLdLHw8w/s1600-h/DSCN0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334873040189216338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglGw8JJVlI/AAAAAAAAAaI/CTeLLdLHw8w/s400/DSCN0976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoes I bought in Ipoh because my boots gave up on me =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334876734823724610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglKH_up9kI/AAAAAAAAAb4/IvknB0aOL5U/s400/DSCN0543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My happy pair of Vinci heels XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglGwZRKUxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/76xJCohqKv0/s1600-h/DSCN0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334873030827594514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglGwZRKUxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/76xJCohqKv0/s400/DSCN0980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crocs my dad was relucntant to buy for me. For good reason too =_= It doesn't fit quite well, but still wear-able. Thank God! T_____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best nasi lemak there ever is XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglGwN4gmjI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/w2c7xv25OYg/s1600-h/DSCN0985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334873027771406898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglGwN4gmjI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/w2c7xv25OYg/s400/DSCN0985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I went to KL for my interviews my dad would pick me up from home for lunch and then drop me off somewhere for the rest of the day before going back to work @_@ In a way it was good because this means I can buy stuff wothout him knowing ROFL XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only took a few pictures though @@ Too much to do XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglGvym95wI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uhFoX-vC4D4/s1600-h/DSCN0986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334873020450072322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglGvym95wI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uhFoX-vC4D4/s400/DSCN0986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROFL!!! Measly Buttocks tissue cover! XDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglGvg7UHCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-WHEPksABuw/s1600-h/DSCN0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334873015703575586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglGvg7UHCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-WHEPksABuw/s400/DSCN0987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My yoghurt ice-cream. Yummy! ^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglFZWKn6rI/AAAAAAAAAZg/23xK7ksvMvA/s1600-h/DSCN0994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334871535346248370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglFZWKn6rI/AAAAAAAAAZg/23xK7ksvMvA/s400/DSCN0994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fishcakes! At one of our favourite restaurants in KL. Don't really like it @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglFY0tiEWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NLS03_muFbE/s1600-h/DSCN0995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334871526365860194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglFY0tiEWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NLS03_muFbE/s400/DSCN0995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now THIS is GOOD! Whenever our family go to KL this is a must-have! We never return home without having this! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglFYs_WckI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qt4OQotz7yU/s1600-h/DSCN0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334871524293112386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglFYs_WckI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qt4OQotz7yU/s400/DSCN0996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fried mee-hoon. Rather oily but still nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglFYZgO69I/AAAAAAAAAZI/mYV8eZuD4Zs/s1600-h/DSCN0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334871519062322130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglFYZgO69I/AAAAAAAAAZI/mYV8eZuD4Zs/s400/DSCN0999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A dress from Dorothy Perkins. I really liked it but it was over RM200 T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglFYAKKuVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mKAeOEwntxU/s1600-h/DSCN1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334871512258885970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglFYAKKuVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mKAeOEwntxU/s400/DSCN1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my most ridiculous moments @_@ I was massaging my feet (FIVE hours of walking in the mall ok don't play play @_@) with two U-Zaps strapped to my waist, front and back. I was itching like mad! O_O The assistant strapped one to my arm too, saying that it will help firm up the muscles. For the next two weeks my arm was red and swollen T_T Firm? Yes =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglBqyffReI/AAAAAAAAAY4/kcvhEpRQPTU/s1600-h/DSCN1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334867436961220066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglBqyffReI/AAAAAAAAAY4/kcvhEpRQPTU/s400/DSCN1002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglBqmmzsCI/AAAAAAAAAYw/fy2JhVhOYpY/s1600-h/DSCN1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334867433770692642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglBqmmzsCI/AAAAAAAAAYw/fy2JhVhOYpY/s400/DSCN1001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dragon fruit flavoured. A little too sweet T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;DELI-EURO!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of our other favourite restaurants XD Famous for their porks. All the way from Germany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglBqb5pXhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dni3epaN58E/s1600-h/DSCN1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334867430896918034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglBqb5pXhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dni3epaN58E/s400/DSCN1003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place is really quite small, but it was really cosy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglBp26BwfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/gkdljukzhS0/s1600-h/DSCN1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334867420966404594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglBp26BwfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/gkdljukzhS0/s400/DSCN1004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Beers and wines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglBpjhuMQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DgxBDdqXL-Q/s1600-h/DSCN1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334867415764185346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglBpjhuMQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DgxBDdqXL-Q/s400/DSCN1005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at all the hot dogs O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkb97OdAvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/BDX8K6QLiMU/s1600-h/DSCN1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334825984281346802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkb97OdAvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/BDX8K6QLiMU/s400/DSCN1007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkb9tbkVmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/AAHlG7CFF5A/s1600-h/DSCN1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334825980578256482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkb9tbkVmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/AAHlG7CFF5A/s400/DSCN1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bread fresh from the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkb9d8_LLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/HhaQkdgqlgs/s1600-h/DSCN1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334825976423460018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkb9d8_LLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/HhaQkdgqlgs/s400/DSCN1010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehe~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkb9CIqbOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/q4fwM08w5Xc/s1600-h/DSCN1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334825968956239074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkb9CIqbOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/q4fwM08w5Xc/s400/DSCN1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Potato Rosti. Nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkb88VNFfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MdyHGwS5dq4/s1600-h/DSCN1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334825967398229490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkb88VNFfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MdyHGwS5dq4/s400/DSCN1012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pork Knuckles!!! Oh my God this is super duper YUMMY!!! My dad and I shared this between the two of us and I was still full to bursting! Imagine how big it is! O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;UM Interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkanL1LVcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nWye3yQHAZU/s1600-h/DSCN1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334824494090114498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkanL1LVcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nWye3yQHAZU/s400/DSCN1014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The faculty had this arrow pointing everwhere =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkam5GezsI/AAAAAAAAAXg/A8vsgLISTu8/s1600-h/DSCN1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334824489062420162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkam5GezsI/AAAAAAAAAXg/A8vsgLISTu8/s400/DSCN1015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elina and Me =) I was dressed in bloody OL clothes =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random UM pictures. It really resenbles a miniature town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take back what I said. I'd die here without a car T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkam33fj8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/6YUlM197MPo/s1600-h/DSCN1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334824488731119554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgkam33fj8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/6YUlM197MPo/s400/DSCN1016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkamgV1EEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kY_lNhjBo8w/s1600-h/DSCN1017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334824482415906882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkamgV1EEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kY_lNhjBo8w/s400/DSCN1017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkamU4JH4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/P49hiBhJ0so/s1600-h/DSCN1019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334824479338602370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkamU4JH4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/P49hiBhJ0so/s400/DSCN1019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334822035216188578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkYYDz8xKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lHMGZqXMTec/s400/DSCN1028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My puchases from KL. Majolica Majorca Pressed Powder (with FREE Lip Gloss), Clinique moisturiser, and OPI nail Polish in The "It" Colour. This set here.....costs me RM276.90 TOTOTOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkYX9LobdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/oQYlJdiJRpQ/s1600-h/DSCN1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334822033436470738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkYX9LobdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/oQYlJdiJRpQ/s400/DSCN1030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pure and Mild Pore Clean-up Oil. Utter rubbish. I'll never buy it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random: Mama's Mango Mousse Cake XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkYXq8yqaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/IstVfw0hEDk/s1600-h/DSCN1031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334822028542388642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkYXq8yqaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/IstVfw0hEDk/s400/DSCN1031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to stop spending money T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkYXT8RY_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/HQ2ilQ9jLRw/s1600-h/DSCN1033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334822022366192626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkYXT8RY_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/HQ2ilQ9jLRw/s400/DSCN1033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this because being the polish addict that I am (I just bought OPI =_=) it gets me frustrated whenever my polish gets messy =_= I saw this in Sasa and I bought it without a second thought. I have yet to try it though @_@ Sally Hansen Manicure Clean-up Pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Movie Night! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkYXOA5oGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CdVgqNfMV4Q/s1600-h/DSCN1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334822020774994018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgkYXOA5oGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CdVgqNfMV4Q/s400/DSCN1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PeiXian. Poor girl I took a photo of her at the wrong time XD She's actually really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj95tf7eiI/AAAAAAAAAWY/R30N2636nEk/s1600-h/DSCN1051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334792926528240162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj95tf7eiI/AAAAAAAAAWY/R30N2636nEk/s400/DSCN1051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that's her boyfriend =_= He's height is miserable =_= I'd never be allowed to wear heels if Baby was that short @_@ ROFL!!! No offence PeiXian ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I bought this before the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj95bsqULI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0SER4UPyWbU/s1600-h/DSCN1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334792921749803186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj95bsqULI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0SER4UPyWbU/s400/DSCN1054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj95BdoBNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ZXHYENzdd-Y/s1600-h/DSCN1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334792914707416274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj95BdoBNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ZXHYENzdd-Y/s400/DSCN1055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skin Food Rice Mask Wash off. I really cannot save money wan T_________T Tried it a couple of times, and my verdict is...........I like it XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I LOVE MY BABY!!! XDXDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj946vqT5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Yp5JAIbEyGI/s1600-h/DSCN1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334792912904015762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj946vqT5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Yp5JAIbEyGI/s400/DSCN1057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STARBUCKS BEARS&lt;/span&gt;!!! Oh the adorable-ness!!! XDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj94pxriBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8XQCxRKM27A/s1600-h/DSCN1058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334792908349081618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj94pxriBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8XQCxRKM27A/s400/DSCN1058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gingerbread girl EVERYONE wanted. Baby gave Cat the money and she was the first customer on that Satrbucks Bear Sales Day, and yet this was the LAST gingerbread girl there is! XD Oh happy happy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj8YrG9RYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/67VGKkkwgfo/s1600-h/DSCN1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791259439318402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj8YrG9RYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/67VGKkkwgfo/s400/DSCN1059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pumpkin. He's adorably fat XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj8YWkLF2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/i5VQjEC88dY/s1600-h/DSCN1061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791253924714338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj8YWkLF2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/i5VQjEC88dY/s400/DSCN1061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite! XD The OWL!!! HAHAHAHA he looks so funny XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj8YJG3SwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FCWTbsLTO3E/s1600-h/DSCN1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791250312121090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj8YJG3SwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FCWTbsLTO3E/s400/DSCN1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hallow'een Party XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj8Xw2XscI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4UuEGKRyH44/s1600-h/DSCN1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791243800490434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj8Xw2XscI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4UuEGKRyH44/s400/DSCN1067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I call this the Malaysian Starbucks Bear XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj8XcvHQeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/18nsrsS5KIc/s1600-h/DSCN1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791238401343970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj8XcvHQeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/18nsrsS5KIc/s400/DSCN1069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how odd he look among all the Hallow'een-costume-clad bears XDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU BABY!!! MUACKS!!! XDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought more skincare @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj7DUyLwnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Qh2GAfyHuxg/s1600-h/DSCN1070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334789793157726834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj7DUyLwnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Qh2GAfyHuxg/s400/DSCN1070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't tried it, but it does smell nice =) Skin Food Cucumber Mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj7DGKu1JI/AAAAAAAAAVA/lg1RS75pjDY/s1600-h/DSCN1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334789789234156690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj7DGKu1JI/AAAAAAAAAVA/lg1RS75pjDY/s400/DSCN1072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fasio Point Make-up Remover. I tried on Maybelline's new cat eye mascara and desperately wanted it off so I bought the cheapest remover since my mom doesn't have one =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj7Ct3wH-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/fVPTq8P9lW0/s1600-h/DSCN1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334789782712098786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj7Ct3wH-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/fVPTq8P9lW0/s400/DSCN1076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A free sample from Skin Food XD It's a kind of remover too. I'll be keeping it for later use =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj7ClGi9ZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pr4zYoKvng0/s1600-h/DSCN1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334789780358231442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/Sgj7ClGi9ZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pr4zYoKvng0/s400/DSCN1077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first ever mascara. Almond Volume King! Mascara, also from Skin Food @_@ GAH I think I have a new favourite skin care brand. It used to be The Body Shop @_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried it just today. Being the make-up noob that I am I have no idea if it was a good one since it is my first time applying mascara. It does seem to flake after a few hours though @_@ Advice anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: I've been looking online but it seems like nobody uses Skin Food mascaras @______@ No good aa? @______@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-8646944844912663093?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/8646944844912663093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=8646944844912663093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8646944844912663093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8646944844912663093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-picture-post-d.html' title='Another picture post! =D'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SglKHvBSOKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/j9h33PUx194/s72-c/DSCN0923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-304160693477048486</id><published>2009-05-09T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:42:04.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Yesterday night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went for a movie =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333795325168160082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 270px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgVylq1JjVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JF8C5WBOhug/s400/Wolverinetheatricalposter_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was super exciting!!!!!! XDXDXDXDXDXD I love it!!! But the ending was kinda sad though =( If only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aih.......I think many who have already watched this movie would be saddened by Wolverine's fate, despite being indestructable @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still *_* it was an awesome movie. I'd give it a 4 out of a 5 *__________* So go watch if you haven't already done XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes this is just another one of those pointless posts, just for the sake of updating ^_^&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/1562467901195023080-304160693477048486?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/304160693477048486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=304160693477048486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/304160693477048486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/304160693477048486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-night.html' title='Yesterday night...'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgVylq1JjVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JF8C5WBOhug/s72-c/Wolverinetheatricalposter_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-9000006192352328014</id><published>2009-05-07T00:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:56:46.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random Picture Post</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to feel like my blog is very devoid of pictures so I dug up some old un-edited photos, most of which shows me with extremely oily and shiny skin T_T But then again I'm just too lazy to figure out how to photoshop all that shine away so I'll just post them all up here so you all can have a good laugh =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Digi Business Plan Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHHhHb5J9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/ccJaOTbXbmw/s1600-h/DSCN0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHHhHb5J9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/ccJaOTbXbmw/s400/DSCN0961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332762805529028562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the chairs in there ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHHhZwYS7I/AAAAAAAAATM/OOxZd57TniM/s1600-h/DSCN0963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHHhZwYS7I/AAAAAAAAATM/OOxZd57TniM/s400/DSCN0963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332762810446793650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cat and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHHhTNEHlI/AAAAAAAAATE/YTHSPruE5cc/s1600-h/DSCN0962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHHhTNEHlI/AAAAAAAAATE/YTHSPruE5cc/s400/DSCN0962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332762808688057938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joane and Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHHhlIqIsI/AAAAAAAAATU/Hkg2-y9RJ2M/s1600-h/DSCN0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHHhlIqIsI/AAAAAAAAATU/Hkg2-y9RJ2M/s400/DSCN0965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332762813501416130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHHh9WnPLI/AAAAAAAAATc/GZksNI4GRM4/s1600-h/DSCN0966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHHh9WnPLI/AAAAAAAAATc/GZksNI4GRM4/s400/DSCN0966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332762820002397362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHJklbPVQI/AAAAAAAAATk/3POGMIaunsc/s1600-h/DSCN0964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHJklbPVQI/AAAAAAAAATk/3POGMIaunsc/s400/DSCN0964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332765064142214402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHJlBDhNlI/AAAAAAAAATs/-p2WX9VI5Jc/s1600-h/DSCN0967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHJlBDhNlI/AAAAAAAAATs/-p2WX9VI5Jc/s400/DSCN0967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332765071558915666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHJlj1ST2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/77tAHRob1Rk/s1600-h/DSCN0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHJlj1ST2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/77tAHRob1Rk/s400/DSCN0968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332765080894459746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The training itself was bloody boring =_= I honestly only absorbed...what? 20% of what she was saying =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHFx_VtYyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NLOiZmre7fE/s1600-h/DSCN0957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHFx_VtYyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NLOiZmre7fE/s400/DSCN0957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332760896390128418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHFxlI12TI/AAAAAAAAASs/CLQeI5wYP50/s1600-h/DSCN0958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHFxlI12TI/AAAAAAAAASs/CLQeI5wYP50/s400/DSCN0958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332760889356835122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHFxXOrizI/AAAAAAAAASk/vH7DKkuewH8/s1600-h/DSCN0956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHFxXOrizI/AAAAAAAAASk/vH7DKkuewH8/s400/DSCN0956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332760885623229234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chairs were really comfortable though XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some old photos taken last year when we went to KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHFxOet0rI/AAAAAAAAASc/PhofO9M8cns/s1600-h/DSCN0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHFxOet0rI/AAAAAAAAASc/PhofO9M8cns/s400/DSCN0661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332760883274568370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHFw-HU5lI/AAAAAAAAASU/Pv6btwaoABA/s1600-h/DSCN0613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHFw-HU5lI/AAAAAAAAASU/Pv6btwaoABA/s400/DSCN0613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332760878881498706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHEE2e08yI/AAAAAAAAASM/Jq95foregXk/s1600-h/DSCN0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHEE2e08yI/AAAAAAAAASM/Jq95foregXk/s400/DSCN0627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332759021406712610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to copy that pixie/fairy/gnome on the ladder =D&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas deco at The Curve was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I spent my birthday last year in KL =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHEE3rK_oI/AAAAAAAAASE/IcCkJXHbSPI/s1600-h/DSCN0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHEE3rK_oI/AAAAAAAAASE/IcCkJXHbSPI/s400/DSCN0542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332759021726924418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHEEosae5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hRDxKFGhteI/s1600-h/DSCN0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHEEosae5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hRDxKFGhteI/s400/DSCN0540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332759017705601938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not much pictures though =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the PA seminar before our STPM exam last year&lt;br /&gt;We weren't allowed to take pictures in the hall so no pictures of the lecturers ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHEEWhSIdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/k6BfDhi3Qgg/s1600-h/DSCN0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHEEWhSIdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/k6BfDhi3Qgg/s400/DSCN0534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332759012827079122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and HuiNee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHEEOR0EEI/AAAAAAAAARs/bWO-4QZyWt8/s1600-h/DSCN0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHEEOR0EEI/AAAAAAAAARs/bWO-4QZyWt8/s400/DSCN0526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332759010614710338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, WeiHong, Some girl I didn't know, and HuiNee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: My sister XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHB_xbOdwI/AAAAAAAAARk/xM1-N6NOkDU/s1600-h/DSCN0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHB_xbOdwI/AAAAAAAAARk/xM1-N6NOkDU/s400/DSCN0947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332756735126828802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHB_j9sjaI/AAAAAAAAARc/Qxl3gl8-BHM/s1600-h/DSCN0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHB_j9sjaI/AAAAAAAAARc/Qxl3gl8-BHM/s400/DSCN0919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332756731513310626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Puan Ong, our Macro Econs teacher =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHB_XIkaFI/AAAAAAAAARU/Zyx4682TCKY/s1600-h/DSCN0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHB_XIkaFI/AAAAAAAAARU/Zyx4682TCKY/s400/DSCN0918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332756728069253202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHB_SbMp3I/AAAAAAAAARM/Dkql8QYE3d4/s1600-h/DSCN0917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHB_SbMp3I/AAAAAAAAARM/Dkql8QYE3d4/s400/DSCN0917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332756726805210994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHB_ND3smI/AAAAAAAAARE/H8Yiu0fCtog/s1600-h/DSCN0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHB_ND3smI/AAAAAAAAARE/H8Yiu0fCtog/s400/DSCN0916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332756725365191266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ex-classroom and current class students. They're so bloody serious =_= Ask them to take picture they all bend their heads towards their textbooks =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Neow!!! XDXDXD Pity he's resigned =( He is one SICK bloke XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgG_wbjYGpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wIWX4tvdI0I/s1600-h/DSCN0971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgG_wbjYGpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wIWX4tvdI0I/s400/DSCN0971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332754272534141586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgG_wH3GgkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/U3Jp6X8tz8Y/s1600-h/DSCN0970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgG_wH3GgkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/U3Jp6X8tz8Y/s400/DSCN0970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332754267248165442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since he's resigned I thought I'd just post up whatever picture I had of him. So sad none of them was snapped from the front T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Me XDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgG_v92ku-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Woy_kWuPfaQ/s1600-h/DSCN0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgG_v92ku-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Woy_kWuPfaQ/s400/DSCN0953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332754264561597410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgG_v-QbZjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Z83rX_twPkQ/s1600-h/DSCN0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgG_v-QbZjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Z83rX_twPkQ/s400/DSCN0952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332754264670037554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgG_vnD9x0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8sY7WtEhCpQ/s1600-h/DSCN0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgG_vnD9x0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8sY7WtEhCpQ/s400/DSCN0951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332754258443749186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see I'm a big eater =D Haha! So ends this random pointless post @_@ More pictures next time!&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/1562467901195023080-9000006192352328014?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/9000006192352328014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=9000006192352328014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/9000006192352328014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/9000006192352328014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-picture-post.html' title='Random Picture Post'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SgHHhHb5J9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/ccJaOTbXbmw/s72-c/DSCN0961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-8095634943920251158</id><published>2009-05-04T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:26:22.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>To lend or not to lend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you lend money to a really good friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big amounts of it, mind you =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say money and friends don't come together. Should I even risk it? @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a friend, *Kelly, who is facing a financial crisis. She sent me a message out of the blue, asking me to lend her RM200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Kelly is a very good friend of mine. We were very close in school and she's one of the most important friends I have. She's helped me out of very tight situations, and she is, possibly, the only person around me who even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bothered&lt;/span&gt; to save me whenever she saw me wandering off somewhere dangerous (literally =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she needs my help, financially. I KNOW that 200 bucks isn't anything to some of you people out there, who spend that exact amount just on telephone bills (I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; know! Dealing with all those payments =O=) But to this miserable schoolgirl who cannot even afford to buy new lingerie with her pitiful salary, RM200 is no small matter =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being the loyal friend that I am, I am willing to gouge out some cash from my bank balance just to help her get through this one crisis, knowing that this is probably the only thing I can do to repay her time she has given me in school. But knowing (and experienced) that friendships can be ruined in the blink of an eye because of money issues, I need to think, think, and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if, she was unable to return the money I might be lending her? Wouldn't our valuable friendship be jeopardized as I constantly chase her around for what is rightfully mine? And if I refuse to aid her, what would be playing in her mind? I was trusted out of all her circle of friends, and yet I would not take a penny out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can, no matter how much people refuse to believe it, put myself in other people's shoes and think what I would feel when someone I trusted refused to help me when I am helpless =_= I'd feel totally let down and disappointed. And my perception of that person will never be the same again @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby asked me once, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If I am paralysed from neck down, will you still love me and look after me?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I answered, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I cannot give you an answer to that question now...You know that don't you?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. I don't even want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begin&lt;/span&gt; to know how it feels like if we had exchanged positions and he said that to me. Not that I can't =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! My point is, should I, or should I not lend her RM200? If I were to lend it to her, it would do me best not to expect her to return the money, because if I do, arguments will surely break out, if she fails to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I refuse, then I will be expecting our friendship to take a turn for the worse =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih..........Decisions decisions............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Names have been changed to protect said close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-8095634943920251158?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/8095634943920251158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=8095634943920251158&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8095634943920251158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8095634943920251158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-lend-or-not-to-lend.html' title='To lend or not to lend?'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-1999114778866566496</id><published>2009-05-03T13:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:54:17.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>In-gu-ri-su~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Or English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blog-hopping is one of my favourite online activities. I've hopped from &lt;a href="http://mychocolatemilkshake.blogspot.com"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://myrubberaser.blogspot.com"&gt;Keii&lt;/a&gt;, from Keii to &lt;a href="http://lollipoploveryeedadevilx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Phuiyee&lt;/a&gt;, closed Phuiyee's blog, then hop to &lt;a href="http://phantasmagorism.wordpress.com"&gt;Firesky&lt;/a&gt;. Done with comments, hop to &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;, then on to some random blogshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I visit Xiaxue more often though, then Firesky =) That girl finally updates a little more regularly T_T Bless her~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her &lt;a href="http://phantasmagorism.wordpress.com/2009/05/01/eeeengleeeesse/#comment-64"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; entitled "Eeeeeeengleeeeeeeesseeeee" had me laughing on the floor XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no there were not so many e's but it was quite long =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Alice I have to disagree with you when it comes to this whole English matter =) In fact I don't understand why people don't practice English more often @_@ It's, what, one of the most important languages in the world? An important medium of communication between different races and cultures =) It's an &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;international&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; language for crying out loud &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure we are pure chinese, but that is no reason for us not to learn the proper way to speak English. And may I also point out that many chinese these days don't know how to speak mandarin? Lack of chinese schools wth. And yes of course there are people who are less educated and don't know English well enough but then as a blogger I think we have a responsibility to &lt;em&gt;tell&lt;/em&gt; our readers, indirectly, the correct way to use English =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I is a girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=_____________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Is it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; that hard? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't understand is, why everyone can speak Malay just fine, when we have been learning English for just as long as we have been learning Malay? =_= Don't you think it's funny? We learn English in kindergarten, then in primary school, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; in secondary school! @_@ And when we go to university most of the courses will be conducted in English! We learn English our whole life, and yet many of us are facing difficulties with it =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not saying it is wise to use complicated bombastic English in blogs or in fact, anywhere else, as I myself find it difficult to understand it (me not being quite as good T_T), but I think it wise to, at least, use proper grammar =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah just as an added bonus, I will slap the next person who calls me an "ang moh" wannabe (no not you Alice I know you won't) You call a person who merely speaks good English an "ang moh" wannabe? Ooooooh then you go to Japan and try to speak to them in Chinese la, see what they say =_= Make sure you tape it. Reminds you never to call us English-speakers ang moh wannabes again =o= In fact, I think it might actually motivate you to learn English properly for a change =_= Don't "kua sui" Japanese English lo! They can speak. They just don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have had my share of people who call me an "ang moh" wannabe, even if they don't say it to my face =_= Seriously. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.&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/1562467901195023080-1999114778866566496?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/1999114778866566496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=1999114778866566496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1999114778866566496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1999114778866566496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-gu-ri-su.html' title='In-gu-ri-su~'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-4191173070599335792</id><published>2009-04-30T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:49:15.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Ooooooh~</title><content type='html'>I realised something new today =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to &lt;a href="http://anastasianarcis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anastasia&lt;/a&gt; today, our new colleague! =D Welcome to Digi Ana~! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as I was saying I was talking to Anastasia today and we were talking about...erm...*ahem* =) you know that boy and girl getting...erm...high! No no no. Excited! Oh no no no...erm...intimate! Yes that's it! Intimate =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so we were talking about couples getting intimate and something like what makes us do it @_@ And the answer is so simple: Because we want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's her answer by the way @@ And no it wasn't a situation where I asked and she answered. It's a statement that she says without me prompting her =_= Just in case you people think she's......Now I don't have to make it so clear do I? =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I asked: "You mean sex?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anastasia: "No not sex. Sex is without emotion. Sex is something two individuals can have without knowing each other's names. I meant love-making."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a while to think this over. She was right @@ I never differentiate the two terms before =_= Sex is rather much about the pleasure, and each individual only cares about their own, without considering the other @_@ Love-making, on the other hand, is about &lt;em&gt;pleasing&lt;/em&gt; each other, and in the process create a stronger bond @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord I better stop talking now if Mr Chan reads this he'll be thinking badly of me X_X Okay I'm done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-4191173070599335792?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/4191173070599335792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=4191173070599335792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4191173070599335792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4191173070599335792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/04/ooooooh.html' title='Ooooooh~'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-5067559422751366150</id><published>2009-04-29T15:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:16:51.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>*Insert Title*</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I should use for the title of this post because it's all a jumble of feelings and events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby just got involved in a road accident ='( The front left of the car was completely ruined, but Baby was alright, or so he said =( This happened last night and his dad told him he was limping this morning, plus his back was hurting like mad =( The last I heard from him he was in hospital ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God please protect him ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I joined Pet Society on Facebook last night =) before Baby had his accident of course =( And I created a dark pink pet @@ which was supposed to be female @_@ I've been creating male pets since forever so I thought I would make this one a female =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330018115305644706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SfgHPHkwoqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ttjEo-KFJsM/s320/Pet+Society+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But now, looking at it, i think it looks more like a male =_= A ragged one at that. One that looks like a rowdy cowboy from Texas @@ Not that I have anything against cowboys =3 Queenie's just not supposed to look like one -.- Go ahead swt all you want I know this is very "mou liu" of me =_=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I decided to make a NEW pet =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how Queenie look after her make-over =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330037221497251026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SfgYnPr0JNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/V4SAz1bySDk/s320/Pet+Society+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She looks so much more like a feline now doesn't she? =D What? I love cats =_= Always have, always will =D Her "styling" costs 1050 Coins, and that outfit costs another 1150 O_O Not cheap leh!!! T^T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God she's just so adorable ^o^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will be decorating her house soon ^o^ Now I'm off to collect more Coins @_@&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P.S: Baby had his x-ray and the doctor says his backbone was out of alignment ='( Hopefully he'll make a full recovery soon...He's too young to sustain a life-long injury ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-5067559422751366150?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/5067559422751366150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=5067559422751366150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5067559422751366150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/5067559422751366150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/04/insert-title.html' title='*Insert Title*'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SfgHPHkwoqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ttjEo-KFJsM/s72-c/Pet+Society+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-7470018492524072915</id><published>2009-04-28T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:47:12.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>*hides and cries in a corner*</title><content type='html'>How could you?!?! I'm traumatized!!! TOTOTOTOTOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you don't know I hate ANYTHING and EVERYTHING HORROR-RELATED!!! TOTOTOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get off my backside for the next hour because the image was FREAKING fresh in my mind &gt;O&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save me T___________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is what happened. It was past 1am and I was still at the computer because I was waiting for my nail polish to dry (I finally bought my yellow nail polish XD) and I thought I'd sign into my gmail. I saw some emails sent by ideeli...facebook...my boss...and one from &lt;a href="http://mychocolatemilkshake.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt; so I opened that first, thinking it was just some joke she found online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caption says that I were to find a pair of "white shoes" in the picture in three minutes, so I obliged. I stared and stared and stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When three minutes was up............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;A FUCKING GHOST FLEW OUT OF THE DAMN HOUSE AND BLOODY FILLED UP THE STUPID PICTURE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened so fast I couldn't even close my eyes in time -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if it was wearing the darned white shoes though @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never got used to these.......things. In all my twenty years of living I have never learned that these supposed jokes are harmless. I'M DAMN WELL HARMED BY THAT 2 SECONDS OF "ENTERTAINMENT" OKAY I WAS GLUED TO MY SEAT FOR THE NEXT HOUR!!! T____________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you all know how to bully me =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-7470018492524072915?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/7470018492524072915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=7470018492524072915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7470018492524072915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7470018492524072915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/04/hides-and-cries-in-corner.html' title='*hides and cries in a corner*'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-8843757603134764090</id><published>2009-04-27T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:24:30.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!! (again =_=)</title><content type='html'>Been busy sorting out some uni stuff @_@ Pictures soon! Not much of them though @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today is Mama's birthday. Happy Birthday Mummy!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got for her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329205680936675330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SfUkVNs5aAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aZbcvX7cHCY/s320/2009030413440838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't snap this though @_@ I'm at work now and I just hastily took the picture from Google Image Search, just for the sake of posting up something &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More updates soon ^O^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random: I'm broke T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-8843757603134764090?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/8843757603134764090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=8843757603134764090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8843757603134764090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/8843757603134764090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!! (again =_=)'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SfUkVNs5aAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aZbcvX7cHCY/s72-c/2009030413440838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-7353697637624272066</id><published>2009-04-19T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:40:20.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Stupid Foreigners</title><content type='html'>I am blogging from my workplace again =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's get started. Everybody says foreigners are disgusting and almost everyone of them has some sort of smell lingering around them. But then again they are also human, so it's naturally not nice to discriminate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are SOME, that disgust the hell out of me =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday there was a foreigner who was off work, and he came to reload for himself and his friend. He looked tidy enough, but the stench coming from him was so over-whelming I kept away as far from him as I could @_@ It was the unmistakable smell of hair that hasn't been washed in weeks! &gt;O&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was disgusting!!! TOTOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if that wasn't enough, he took the pen and I watched it move towards his mouth and it rested somewhere near his lips. I thought this was normal when someone was deep in thought (and he really looks like it =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my complete HORROR, the top half of the pen &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sank right into his mouth the next second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; O________O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked and disgusted I sat petrified, like I just saw a Basilisk's eye in my mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone this age not know that it is dirty to put anything which is not food into his mouth?!?!? It's so gross!! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that I tried to make him stop chewing on the pen (I can hear his teeth grinding on it) but he actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jerked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the damn thing away from me and continued gnawing on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is his problem???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I took the pen (where it did not touch his mouth) the minute I had the chance and did not let him anywhere near it again =_= He continued to watch me doing my job, and when I looked up the next moment &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;he was chewing on his phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was even more horrified when I remembered I held his phone when I was copying his number, right where his teeth are, and probably were @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mental note never to put any other foreigner's phone anywhere near my face again T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving to KL tomorrow XD Yes I know I've been talking about it for ages =_= Which means I'll be gone from the blogging world for about a week T^T my sincerest apologies to my very few readers T^T I promise I will snap plenty of pictures though =D *rushes to charge camera battery*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Wei Kiat is nagging me to download the song "Close to You" for him =_= He is absolutely no gentleman =o=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-7353697637624272066?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/7353697637624272066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=7353697637624272066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7353697637624272066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7353697637624272066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-foreigners.html' title='Stupid Foreigners'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-1045725466286966702</id><published>2009-04-17T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:55:52.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Even Happier</title><content type='html'>Short short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;University Malaya called again!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it's the English department who called XDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long story cut short because it's very late and I need to sleep, I will be heading down to KL on the 20th for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; interviews XDXD My goodness I don't know if I can sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally called me telling me I was shortlisted I could just kill someone and go to jail laughing XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "shortlisted" had never sound better T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: You people are heartless lo I got the chance to go to a good university but nobody congratulate me or anything =_= Next time I become rich don't blame me for not treating you at gourmet restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-1045725466286966702?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/1045725466286966702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=1045725466286966702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1045725466286966702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1045725466286966702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/04/even-happier.html' title='Even Happier'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-7399541267915611056</id><published>2009-04-14T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:13:36.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>WARNING! Mad Girl ahead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUPER DUPER EXCITED WARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone pinch me! Slap me! Bang me on the head! Splash ice-cold water at my face! Someone do it QUICKLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slap slap smack smack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Unknown Voice: Congratulations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! XDXDXDXDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy~!!! XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I got a message from my mom when I was sitting around in the office doing nothing, and she told me to call her back ASAP as it was very urgent. So I obliged. The first thing she did was scold me because she could not reach me by phone @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the news: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;University Malaya called me to go for interview on the 21st of April&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely dumbstruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I had hopes of really getting enrolled at the oldest university in Malaysia (why would I have placed it as first choice if I don't have any hopes at all =_=), but to get a personal call was something I did not expect! I thought any announcements will be made through mail @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it's made by mail I would blow up with just the same amount of excitement WAHAHAHAHA!!!!! XDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the course for which she told me to go for interview was my second choice, Bachelor of Languages and Linguistics, majoring in Japanese. Not knowing how these university systems work, I called the department and spoke to Miss Shah. I was worried that once I go for the interview I would not be eligible to be a candidate for the English major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she told me no, I may still go for the interview if the English department decides to give me a chance XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will be heading down to KL on the 20th ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new book today, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone =D RM35.90 X_X Damn expensive T_T But if it's Harry Potter any price is worth it &gt;o&lt;&gt;O&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already thinking what to get for myself if I make it into UM =D Self-reward ma~ =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy happy day~ XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-7399541267915611056?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/7399541267915611056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=7399541267915611056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7399541267915611056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7399541267915611056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning-mad-girl-ahead.html' title='WARNING! Mad Girl ahead.'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-2644803126280096269</id><published>2009-04-13T15:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:28:00.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>MAJOR Pet Peeve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WARNING: Badly drawn illustrations ahead. Not to mention, a rather sick post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand it!!! I'd walk in the streets, or eat at a food stall, or in a restaurant, or wait in the line, or walk into a shop, or WHATEVER, or even just sitting in my store doing nothing!! And I'd see someone walk by or sit &lt;em&gt;with their panties exposed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not from under, mind you. Exposed at their hips or at their waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What the hell is wrong with these people???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know that &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; is peeking out from the top of their jeans? Don't they feel unusually airy and cold at those particular spots?? Don't they feel embarrassed???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, sitting in a restaurant, waiting for your order perhaps, when you see a girl (or a guy) sitting directly opposite with his back facing you, and his dull military blue......&lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; peeking out from the top of his jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! MAJOR DISGUST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you eat in peace then? That freaking thing's practically calling for attention no one wants to give O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101258106401394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SeMB4s2kcnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5NCeRKznR5A/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Illustration of a guy's back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they get worse when they sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101258579258338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SeMB4unTq-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/9vJ1fKkefGs/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I saw one guy in my store with his underwear in THAT colour exposed in THAT amount and I had to turn away and fix my eyes firmly on the computer screen until he was gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why????? This is so ridiculous! I know you want to dress casual but this is NOT casual. It's CHEAP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please boys, cover up. It's obscene =_= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Girls!!! Lingerie designers designed low-waisted underwear for us to wear our low-waisted jeans and skirts without exposing our panties, and most girls have got the gist of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101252480710914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SeMB4X5TOQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yxsaUmj8qQk/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I don't have to point out anything now do I? (&lt;em&gt;Hint: Look at the bottom of the picture, above the blue patch&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why girls? WHY???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is even more obscene than the boys' when they are sitting! When exposing your cleaveage, expose the one at your chest, not at your buttocks!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT IS NOT SEXY IT'S SLUTTY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either they don't know their skirts or jeans are pulled too low (to avoid exposure at the bottom perhaps?) or they know it and enjoy the attention they are getting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I, for one will not be able to understand how guys would think they are any cooler by exposing their undies. Because as far as I know girls will definitely be disgusted by the sight of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It almost makes you look &lt;em&gt;dirty&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And no! Don't give me the excuse that you don't know about it! It's only because you don't bother to check your reflection and you're too lazy to wear a belt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls have all the more &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; reasons to not know, or care that their butt cleaveage is showing. No! They have absolutely NO reason to not know their skin is exposed! &gt;o&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are other ways to show off your body without exposing your butt. In fact, exposing your booty is just &lt;em&gt;crossing the line&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall stop abruptly here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-2644803126280096269?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/2644803126280096269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=2644803126280096269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/2644803126280096269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/2644803126280096269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/04/major-pet-peeve.html' title='MAJOR Pet Peeve!'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SeMB4s2kcnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5NCeRKznR5A/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-1355617046963148913</id><published>2009-04-11T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:14:52.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The long long post will have to wait T_T</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no time to blog these days becasue it's the Easter season T_T I am now blogging from my workplace @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes has left for KL to go to David Archuleta's showcase. How I wish I'm there too!!! TOT Why do all my friends get to go to all these interesting events, but I am stuck here at home where I can only stare and get steadily greener at their pictures? WHY?!? T_______________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UNFAIR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should just be happy because they genuinely wanted to share their happiness with me instead of gloating that I couldn't make it ^-^ You know there are people like that around you right? They attend grand events and show off their souveniers knowing you'd get jealous, and then they'd feel really satisfied just watching you fighting to control your green monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking lame people =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God none of my friends are like that, because if they do they're most certainly not my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I have just come to the realisation that if I'm working here on contract and not going back to school I would not be able to survive @_@ RM800 basic! And the commission is very very pitiful =_= Although yes yes we can go shopping but how the hell do you go shopping when you don't have the cash?!? I tell you I have so many things I want to buy now I don't know where to start! I need a laptop a new camera which takes good good macro shots I want DS Lite and b-liv Off With Those Heads by Cellniq and new jeans and tops and dresses and bags and shoes and new phone!!! TOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have the cash so some of the things on this list will have to wait T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad is making me pay my own phone bills! And my mama wants me to buy my own skincare! And after trying so many brands from pharmacies I am very near being forced into the conclusion that expensive skincare products works better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a complete nightmare if it is true!!! TOTOTOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; a few things I have decided to buy XD I WILL get my hands on Off With Those Heads! All the reviews seem to be really good and the results were astonishing ^O^ And I am one girl who has been suffering from black and whiteheads for the best part of twenty years T^T So we will see how this works XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......After I buy it @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;END OF THIS MONTH!!! XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I keep saying end of the month end of the month but I never do buy anything =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now where was I? Oh yes not able to survive if I'm not going back to school @@ I just realised that even when I have my parents supporting me, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;do not have enough money to spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I am a compulsive shopper and a horrific eater, and I phone like nobody's business (though that would very likely be cut down because my dad is making me pay him back T^T) I have just declared that I would definitely buy Off With Those Heads by Cellnique which would cost me RM139 and worse still, I have just fallen in love with some necklaces I saw online which costs S$27.90 at least, and that doesn't even include shipping ToT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see!? How to survive with RM800 a month??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am independant I would need to pay for the rent, utility bills, transport, insurance, credit cards, food and other God-knows-what bills that I can't think of right now @_______@ And when I really go out into the world these unknown and unseen bills are gonna smack me right in the face X_______X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness! Just thinking about it all make me cringe &gt;w&lt; No wonder my manager isn't married @_@ Okay sorry this has nothing to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got what! He's 26 and his girlfriend is 25 and he hasn't married her yet because he only has a basic of RM2000+ a month @_@ See! RM2000 isn't enough to survive also! (I'm not sure about the figure but I was told so by Wei Kiat so I'm not sure if it's true or not &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to study properly so I earn more @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or......I can try and make my blog very VERY popular so I can make a living out of it WAHAHAHAHAHA XDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's very difficult X_X Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow!!! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Perhaps &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *hint hint* can buy me the S$27.90 necklace I am so in love with &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-1355617046963148913?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/1355617046963148913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=1355617046963148913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1355617046963148913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1355617046963148913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-long-post-will-have-to-wait-tt.html' title='The long long post will have to wait T_T'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-9062799706418343130</id><published>2009-04-08T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:18:22.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WEEK!</title><content type='html'>This is terrible!!! I cannot afford to slack off already T_T I am so sorry I did not post for the past FULL week but I have been really busy @_@ The next time I post after this it will probably be the longest post on this blog, for now @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these two days I have been horrible to my guy =( God knows why but I just woke up in the morning feeling mean and since I cannot be mean to my customers, I threw it all out on the one person who would take it: my Baby =&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt him real bad. Said a lot of bad things, and showed him really ugly faces. He left my store with a broken heart =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back about all this, I now feel really guilty =( I have absolutely no reason to be so angry and cold towards him, yet I still do it, and he had to swallow it all up wondering hopelessly what he had done to make me this upset, which is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I felt instantly guilty after he left my store, but I just kept quiet watching him leave. I think all girls do that, just to save some "face".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose at times we just would rather hurt another person than to own up and apologise, and then people will say, "Padan muka." =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is NOT nice to feel so humiliated. And then the next time we are seen on the streets people will be pointing and saying this girl is no good stuff =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I kept quiet watching his back disappear knowing that he probably would feel sad and confused during his next few working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horrible. And I felt horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the worst I have felt in a long time =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago Jes also commented about the way I wrote my last few posts. They sound CC-ish, she says. "Chinese Chinese", and it reminds me of Taiwanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww! I can't bear the thought of myself turning into a CC!!! I am Chinese-educated but I can't stand some of these Chinese-speaking girls (and boys). SOME!!! Not ALL!!! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel the same way after I re-read my last few posts @_@ I really exaggerated a lot =_= Like those Taiwanese dramas. Urgh! I still hate Taiwanese dramas &gt;o&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! No more exaggerative postings! Unless I really need to rant @_@ I can't let myself turn into a CC! No way!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-9062799706418343130?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/9062799706418343130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=9062799706418343130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/9062799706418343130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/9062799706418343130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-week.html' title='ONE WEEK!'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-4898181739901984571</id><published>2009-04-01T13:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:20:11.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>My day is full of nonsense</title><content type='html'>Why? Because of ratty customers, loads of paperwork and a freaking boring day ahead =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nobody does a registration today I'ma splash water on my face at least ten times throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gargh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally have no life cooped up in the office like this. My shift ends at 7pm, by the time I get home it'll be 7.30pm (traffic lights ma =_=) eat dinner and bathe. 8.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get how those teens with many things happening in their life do it. Don't they have to study? Don't they have to work maybe? Don't they have exams??? Homework??? Assignments???????? PROJECTS???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come they can still go clubbing and shopping like it's part of their routine?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DON'T GET IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading their blogs make me feel like my life is totally watery and pointless =_= Like I'm just going with the flow, everything just happening because it's part of life. Yesterday and the day before yesterday totally the same =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm stuck in this goddamn shop serving foreigners who can't even pronounce "five" properly =_= I'm serious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how they pronounce "five"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Pive&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!! And "four"! "&lt;strong&gt;Pour&lt;/strong&gt;"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once was handling a flexi-eload for this foreigner and his 4 looked like a 9. So I asked him what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Pour"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it. I asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Pour Pour POUR&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose when they wanna say "f***", it'll come out as "Puck" =______________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if all their managers are bad with the letter "F" too =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are customers who come in and ask about phones, and then get irritated when we don't know what they're trying to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"For goodness sake you work in a phone shop! How come you don't know about it???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect??? I can just rant off and tell you what phone supports this and that??? I am not a machine damn you!!! I have better thing to do than to memorise all the phones on the phone list!!! &gt;O&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why don't you teach me then??? Go study up about these phones and just tell us at the shops here what freaking phone you want. Then we'll order for you! Simple!! =_= And you don't have to waste anyone's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absolutely NO LIFE in this place. Except facing these freaks everyday. I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;APRIL FOOL!!!!!!!! XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay only 10% of what I said was real HAHAHA I love my job now XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except the foreigner part. And the phone part. But they actually don't affect me much. I get paid ma~ XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. I wrote a pretty long post O_O And to think I actually started the first sentence without thinking what to write beforehand @_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-4898181739901984571?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/4898181739901984571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=4898181739901984571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4898181739901984571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/4898181739901984571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-day-is-full-of-nonsense.html' title='My day is full of nonsense'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-537405876753496568</id><published>2009-03-30T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:10:58.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>So NOT Xaixue wannabe!!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe, just because I voiced out a wishful thinking that I could become a full-time blogger like Xiaxue, that I am labeled as a Xiaxue wannabe @_@ Okay I admit that I am now obsessed with her blog and I am reading her 2004 archive BUT that does NOT, in any way, make me a wannabe =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a writer-wannabe @_@ Not Xiaxue-wannabe. Okay fine I'm a wannabe =o= It's still different!! &gt;O&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER turn into someone like Xiaxue. She is she and I am ME. I love to read her opinions and her stories. Sometimes I think she's right, sometime's I think she's just plain rude and downright irrational. Why is it wrong, for instance, when random people want to add you as a friend on facebook? I personally see nothing wrong in the message sent to Mike. The girl wasn't even flirting with him. The message, as I see it, was very polite and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things come with fame girl!! C'mon!!! =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't need to tell these girls to fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet none of them knew what was coming to them =_= Poor girls~ I mean, poor Mike, getting blamed for what his girlfriend has done. ROFL!! XD (But at least she admitted on her blog lo I'll give her credit for that @@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!!! To dear Alice! Please don't label me as "Xiaxue-wannabe" hor! In the future @@ I don't wanna be like her and never will be like her lo!!! (Unless you say become successful like her then yes I aim for that hehehe XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I have to thank my baby T_T for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SdDnClrl_aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/InT_PKVymMI/s1600-h/Papaya+Lip+Butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SdDnClrl_aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/InT_PKVymMI/s400/Papaya+Lip+Butter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319005191585267106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Body Shop Papaya Lip Butter XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My lips were feeling horribly dry the other day and licking them made them even worse (Quickest relief ma but always make my lips feel worse after a few minutes =_=) so I took the trouble and went upstairs to try the lip butter (for the very first time @@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA!!! Instant relief man!!! O___________________________O Now I apply it every night before I go to bed ^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Baby!!! ^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, I went to dinner with Alice yesterday to celebrate her birthday. Late celebration yes but better than none right??? =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent me the photos but I decided not to post them after all @_@ You can see them &lt;a href="http://mychocolatemilkshake.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I love the Fried Softshell Crab Porridge I had *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she sat in my shop until almost 3 hours and the mall closing @@ Jimmy came at closing time, sat in her chair and jumped off exclaiming: "Whoa!!! Who sat here until the chair so hot??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I answered, "Oh no la it's my friend she'd been sitting here almost 3 hours." And a big wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyo du lan eh aa sit until so long no wonder the chair so hot." ROFL HAHAHA my boss is so damn funny XDXDXDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-537405876753496568?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/537405876753496568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=537405876753496568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/537405876753496568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/537405876753496568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-not-xaixue-wannabe.html' title='So NOT Xaixue wannabe!!'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SdDnClrl_aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/InT_PKVymMI/s72-c/Papaya+Lip+Butter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-6960781507496344617</id><published>2009-03-27T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:10:09.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I hate Taiwanese</title><content type='html'>Everything about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their songs, their food, their clothes, their dramas, their music, their GIRLS!!!!!!! URGH!!! I hate them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyYKNFg3II/AAAAAAAAANA/1g-dm_Uv1x4/s1600-h/rainie-yang-pic-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyYKNFg3II/AAAAAAAAANA/1g-dm_Uv1x4/s320/rainie-yang-pic-0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317792561096612994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous actress/singer Rainie Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyYKWvFoeI/AAAAAAAAANI/z7gNDHbkptc/s1600-h/Cyndi+Wang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyYKWvFoeI/AAAAAAAAANI/z7gNDHbkptc/s320/Cyndi+Wang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317792563686908386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another famous actress/singer Cyndi Wang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aren't they just so CUTE? So SWEET? So PRETTY??? They act so well and sing so well wor!!! And they act in so many dramas you can't count on five fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;EWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're only artists because they've got the looks. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; looks. So innocent and cheerful and always the poor girls who snags a rich handsome boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why they can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONLY &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;act as these cute innocent girls who gets bullied by said handsome guy until that stupid guy falls hopelessly in love with her. You won't see them act as some other more serious character because that's ALL they can do. Act CUTE =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy they're the dumbest actresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention I hate their dramas? They're plain predictable!!! Girl and Boy hates each other bad-mouth each other whenever possible Girl gets angry when see Boy hugging other Girl call him pervert Boy say Girl stupid scold scold scold then say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get a life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyYKu1DXxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2hRHrLDmYwI/s1600-h/SHE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyYKu1DXxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2hRHrLDmYwI/s320/SHE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317792570154376978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous Girl Band S.H.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hate all of them!!! Left and Right are like- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi I'm XXX can you buy me ice-cream please see I'm so cute~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH!!! GROSS!!! All that girly stupid voices! C'mon how old are you women!!! And Center is so noisy she seems more like a monkey to me =_= And I don't care how many people love them and how many concerts they've held all I know is they're plain disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyYK1P7KOI/AAAAAAAAANY/uzdpMZe-bic/s1600-h/Fahrenheit___Feilunhai_by_Jillzinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyYK1P7KOI/AAAAAAAAANY/uzdpMZe-bic/s320/Fahrenheit___Feilunhai_by_Jillzinha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317792571877697762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys - Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lord I really don't understand why they're every girl's dream guys. Sure they're famous and rich and okay-looking but they sure ain't &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talented. They're all the rage only because they're YOUNG and they're a fairly new boy band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the American Idols. Now THOSE are real talent. Known for their voice not for their looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Looks also better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyeymoTwJI/AAAAAAAAANo/DRCX0JRmSBM/s1600-h/adam-lambert-is-hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyeymoTwJI/AAAAAAAAANo/DRCX0JRmSBM/s320/adam-lambert-is-hot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317799852217974930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam Lambert damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeng&lt;/span&gt; man *___*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot compare lo I tell you. CANNOT compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And what the heck Taiwanese artists have "expiry dates" @_@ Now they're super popular the next thing you know you don't hear news about them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happened to this guy? Can anyone tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyYLGS8I4I/AAAAAAAAANg/VhXeqkdem-M/s1600-h/Tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyYLGS8I4I/AAAAAAAAANg/VhXeqkdem-M/s320/Tank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317792576453747586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tank has gone missing from the newspapers =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I used to get really high over this dude. I know better now =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gosh I will never, EVER buy Taiwanese clothes. Or bags. I ordered a T-shirt dress once. Never going back =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poorly made with cheap material. I'd rather buy American goods. Splurge just a tad more and get clothes that last a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't give me all that boycott America bullshit. You're reading my blog thanks to the Windows Operating System.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say loads more but it's time for dinner. Yeah this post is triggered by that stupid "cute girly" voice those S.H.E girls make. EWW! Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-6960781507496344617?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/6960781507496344617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=6960781507496344617&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6960781507496344617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6960781507496344617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-taiwanese.html' title='I hate Taiwanese'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/ScyYKNFg3II/AAAAAAAAANA/1g-dm_Uv1x4/s72-c/rainie-yang-pic-0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-1577660028242495691</id><published>2009-03-25T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:50:14.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm back @_@</title><content type='html'>I've finally decided to blog here again @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is just so stupid of me @___________@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought it's a waste. After all I created this blog using my screen name. I might as well continue using it and upgrade it if I can in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes I changed my blog template. It's only temporary, at least until I find a nicer one somewhere else that reflects my personality. Or I might get a web designer to design one for me ROFL XDXDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will be giving this blog a revamp and a breath of fresh air ^_^ Oh and to be honest, I haven't been entirely myself when I started this blog. People who&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; know&lt;/span&gt; me knows this. But not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself I will keep this blog alive and keep it REAL. And HONEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is turning into a WAY serious post @________@ I'll stop here for now. Will update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-1577660028242495691?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/1577660028242495691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=1577660028242495691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1577660028242495691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1577660028242495691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back @_@'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-7188667192226261921</id><published>2009-01-04T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:25:19.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes I know I have been hibernating for quite some time [I have no choice!!! XOX] but now I have an announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved to a new blog on Wordpress ^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visit at www.snowfreesia.wordpress.com XDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone and Happy New Year =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-7188667192226261921?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/7188667192226261921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=7188667192226261921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7188667192226261921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7188667192226261921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!!!'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-6437916380014407286</id><published>2008-10-08T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:25:19.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My soul spills.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Author's note: This sort of feelings doesn't always occur, but when it does, it can be torture. It may not be the most wonderful language, and it's definitely not a perfect poem [I'm still trying to get the hang of writing poems &gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it comes from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this poem to all those who feel neglected. By family, friends, spouses, and lovers. And i hope this will help quite a portion of our society this day to stop in their tracks, look behind them, and see the ones who have been waiting to be seen.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your shadow...&lt;br /&gt;Always in sight...&lt;br /&gt;But rarely in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling in silence...&lt;br /&gt;But the distance...&lt;br /&gt;Never nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waning faith...&lt;br /&gt;Upset love...&lt;br /&gt;Adds up to depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never-ending chase...&lt;br /&gt;Ever flowing tears...&lt;br /&gt;But forever... Watching your rear.&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/1562467901195023080-6437916380014407286?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/6437916380014407286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=6437916380014407286&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6437916380014407286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6437916380014407286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-soul-spills.html' title='My soul spills.....'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-7229013953282355346</id><published>2008-09-23T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:36:48.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Themed'/><title type='text'>Disturbia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do NOT like this theme.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE it to inny mini bits.&lt;br /&gt;I have never, I repeat, NEVER, been a fan of horror stories. And unlikely EVER to be.&lt;br /&gt;The last "horror" movie, or series, I watched is XXX Holic. And THAT to most people isn't even horror at all!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and what I'm writing is inspired by that series by the way. The moment I heard this next theme I thought of the series, and I did say before that when it comes to writing, I act on my first instincts.&lt;br /&gt;Call me a copycat if you want. I have absolutely no intention to delve deeper into this subject. I am already scaring the crap out of myself while drafting out this story-poem.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my sake that you will see less of these horror-related themes in the future. Or I may just&lt;br /&gt;CRACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bride in White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today... I turn nineteen...&lt;br /&gt;It should be a day to celebrate...&lt;br /&gt;But I have been dreading this day every year...&lt;br /&gt;Since the same day three years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember skipping home happily from school...&lt;br /&gt;Carrying an armful of presents.&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the crossroads...&lt;br /&gt;I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful bride...&lt;br /&gt;Tall and slender...&lt;br /&gt;Dressed all in white...&lt;br /&gt;Roses in her hands so tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked past in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;A sight lovely to behold...&lt;br /&gt;But in such a place... It's just odd.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of her disturbed my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later...&lt;br /&gt;I walked home again...&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the crossroads...&lt;br /&gt;I froze on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very same bride...&lt;br /&gt;In the same gown so white...&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm sure...&lt;br /&gt;She is no ordinary person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked ahead past my face...&lt;br /&gt;Towards a church that is not there...&lt;br /&gt;This time she gazed at me,&lt;br /&gt;And I saw... Sinister eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared,&lt;br /&gt;I dared not sleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;A year passed again.&lt;br /&gt;This time, I brought a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did not see her.&lt;br /&gt;But she continued haunting my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I stood alone at the crossroads,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking... Why... Of all odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on home,&lt;br /&gt;Thankful she left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;But I still felt disturbed...&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the last time we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked past my friend and I,&lt;br /&gt;Still in her gown... Sinisterly divine...&lt;br /&gt;I consulted my friend.&lt;br /&gt;She said......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What bride?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-7229013953282355346?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/7229013953282355346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=7229013953282355346&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7229013953282355346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7229013953282355346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2008/09/disturbia.html' title='Disturbia'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-6202443200910949301</id><published>2008-09-04T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:37:56.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>My first ever Charity Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKAY OKAY I'M POSTING NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being bugged by a certain someone [you know who you are =_=] to blog about a charity dinner organised by D'Home to raise funds to help those less fortunate people with mental disorders. It was quite a grand event and one ticket costs about RM100++ @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard's mom is one of the committee members and he had an extra ticket which nobody else wanted, so I took the chance and went using a FREE ticket XDDDDD Lucky me~! XDDDDDDDD It wasn't TOTALLY free though @@ I can't just go there looking like a lion so I had a haircut which costed me RM33 X_X oh well. It WAS a hundred-dollar dinner X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they (Leonard and his mom) picked me up at 4pm and off we went to Gurney Hotel in Penang where the thing was held. I thought we would be staying there to help out with the preparations and all, but I was made to stay in the car so that we don't have to find a parking spot while Leonard helped his mom carry some stuff into the hotel. And I was quite surprised he came out alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was even more shocked to hear that he would be driving after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if that's not enough, the fella has just about as much sense of direction as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us all =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to cut a long story short, we went to the driver's grandma's place, dumped our stuff and went out for a little food after greeting the nice old lady ^^ then we came back, bathed, changed, and off we went, back to Gurney Hotel. We took three wrong turns, asked twice for directions, and wound up in a traffic jam =_=   aah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we reached at 8pm =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzQMGlSWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bHdhIR_FRbQ/s1600-h/DSCN0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzQMGlSWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bHdhIR_FRbQ/s320/DSCN0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250300171951167810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we weren't sure where the entrance of the hotel is after we got down from the carpark, so we asked some waiter at a restaurant in the same block. That blur egg pointed us across the road and being two lost teenagers in a jacket and a dress, we were desperate enough to follow his stupid directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were pointed back to the same block by a kind Auntie after turning around in circles =_= Can you believe that that dumbass actually WORKS there???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have snapped a picture =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart them cars ^O^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNyz32dY8PI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nMIx6km-0IU/s1600-h/DSCN0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNyz32dY8PI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nMIx6km-0IU/s320/DSCN0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250269037700116722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNyz23UVljI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gUdky1EX1h8/s1600-h/DSCN0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNyz23UVljI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gUdky1EX1h8/s320/DSCN0273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250269020750714418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNyz3hYthHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0HgozCXzKBg/s1600-h/DSCN0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNyz3hYthHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0HgozCXzKBg/s320/DSCN0274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250269032043349106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon closer inspection......&lt;br /&gt;We found......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNy8hCPY5EI/AAAAAAAAAJY/24P7qk441xQ/s1600-h/DSCN0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNy8hCPY5EI/AAAAAAAAAJY/24P7qk441xQ/s320/DSCN0275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250278541330277442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can really find ANYTHING at auctions these days! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After locating the hotel entrance [Finally! =o=] we went up the elevator with some other guests who looked quite posh [real suits man!!! O_O] and as we stepped out, we heard this super ghey welcome song sang by this group of school students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzSkyOmt2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Lk679KJ1UFU/s1600-h/DSCN0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzSkyOmt2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Lk679KJ1UFU/s320/DSCN0280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250302795007309666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And people, their singing ain't no pleasant surprise @____@ I was plain horrified O_O It just isn't right, for one thing, to see track bottoms and t-shirts and sneakers in a carpeted hall while everyone else is dressed in their best @______@ And their grammar was terrible X_X Apparently they're from Chinese school. Leonard and I couldn't help sniggering XD And the evil guy even suggested we go down the stairs and take the elevator up multiple times and see if they'll continue singing XDDDDDDD We didn't, of course X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sample X_X it's not really clear though. The singing, I mean @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzaW1hnPSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i9PMHPIRdmA/s1600-h/P8041437.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-728d864341996121" 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://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D728d864341996121%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331351169%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CC291238E554BF8932DC345CCA7BCCA1DFE6EFA.43386C3F13456AE6393476D540E8C1C7489528E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D728d864341996121%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0J7efVQ5AVZkev5_Gv1u9htNoX0&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://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D728d864341996121%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331351169%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CC291238E554BF8932DC345CCA7BCCA1DFE6EFA.43386C3F13456AE6393476D540E8C1C7489528E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D728d864341996121%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0J7efVQ5AVZkev5_Gv1u9htNoX0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzWYevzykI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KJr_RySmVkE/s1600-h/P8041443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzWYevzykI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KJr_RySmVkE/s320/P8041443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250306981665950274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzWYA4Nx5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/R9ouiDGnpV0/s1600-h/P8041433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzWYA4Nx5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/R9ouiDGnpV0/s320/P8041433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250306973648144274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzaWWRw_MI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EmsRwjFP5d8/s1600-h/P8041435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzaWWRw_MI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EmsRwjFP5d8/s320/P8041435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250311343079226562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her son XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzaW1hnPSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i9PMHPIRdmA/s1600-h/P8041437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzaW1hnPSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i9PMHPIRdmA/s320/P8041437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250311351467195682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had ample time to waste while waiting for the thing to start, so we camwhored around the hotel XDDD We were bored ok??? &gt;O&lt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzefV8LP0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WhhCu0LDyEY/s1600-h/P8041440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzefV8LP0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WhhCu0LDyEY/s320/P8041440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250315895654006594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that's @_@ the actual height difference between us X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzehKvmWnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/j6HsLI9jYH0/s1600-h/P8041460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzehKvmWnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/j6HsLI9jYH0/s320/P8041460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250315927008205426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our lucky draw numbers ^o^ Sadly they're not lucky enough T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzeg0scwkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3byrbYH1yM8/s1600-h/DSCN0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzeg0scwkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3byrbYH1yM8/s320/DSCN0284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250315921089413698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzegWbqMmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IylJKS9PEK8/s1600-h/P8041449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzegWbqMmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IylJKS9PEK8/s320/P8041449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250315912965927522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a fraction of the meaningless pictures we took XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since Mrs Tan is a committee member, she won't be sitting with us. Instead, we got to sit at this table full of middle-aged men who looked almost like mafias O________________O I remember hissing in horror, "Are you serious?????" to Leonard when he pointed out our table @____@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I did not dare snap a picture X_____________X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballroom was packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzkobFXnOI/AAAAAAAAALI/tX0J-lYpP9o/s1600-h/DSCN0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzkobFXnOI/AAAAAAAAALI/tX0J-lYpP9o/s320/DSCN0306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250322648723332322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzkoeRqC5I/AAAAAAAAALA/a8BcXGoSYW8/s1600-h/DSCN0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzkoeRqC5I/AAAAAAAAALA/a8BcXGoSYW8/s320/DSCN0286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250322649580178322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzknuUVfQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2efu9g8MMYU/s1600-h/DSCN0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzknuUVfQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2efu9g8MMYU/s320/DSCN0285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250322636706512130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And as you can see, very dim ^^|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those poor students are still singing XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNznxoEXnoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7xBDRFpLP0o/s1600-h/DSCN0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNznxoEXnoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7xBDRFpLP0o/s320/DSCN0296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250326105362505346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though we did notice a rather huge drop in the volume ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal events aren't very entertaining seriously T_T When the thing FINALLY started we were both starving again X_X The first speech was sooooooooooooooong freaking long @_______________@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQldTGt8KbI/AAAAAAAAALY/FX31LVdSxm4/s1600-h/P8041446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQldTGt8KbI/AAAAAAAAALY/FX31LVdSxm4/s320/P8041446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262840222361332146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, being typical teenagers XD we tucked right in after the first course arrived XDDD we only managed to take one picture because the other members of the table were waiting while we snapped this X______X It was rather embarrassing @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the speakers droned on and one one after the other and then finally it's Mrs Tan's turn to give her speech ^^ and of course, being her good son, Leonard excused himself to take a video of his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I had been there alone, I would have fainted from boredom =_= thank God for Leonard @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I forgot how many courses we went through but I was feeling bloated after an hour or two, so we went out for a walk. I've forgotten how nice an ordinary sidewalk can look at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQlgA0HWdOI/AAAAAAAAALg/Js_x5utbZbc/s1600-h/DSCN0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQlgA0HWdOI/AAAAAAAAALg/Js_x5utbZbc/s320/DSCN0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262843206664877282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there were a few immigrants walking around @_@ so we headed back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auction started a little afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures here because we were tucked in the corner and I was feeling too bloated to stand and roam around =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did hear this CHINESE song sang by a BRITISH O__________________O I'm not kidding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEONARD WHY DIDN'T YOU VIDEO THIS????!!!!!!! TOTOTOTOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQlhjJVjkBI/AAAAAAAAALo/wqsqlNw4PLQ/s1600-h/DSCN0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQlhjJVjkBI/AAAAAAAAALo/wqsqlNw4PLQ/s320/DSCN0316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262844895988781074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQlhjf67--I/AAAAAAAAALw/GNBm1jy-z9A/s1600-h/DSCN0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQlhjf67--I/AAAAAAAAALw/GNBm1jy-z9A/s320/DSCN0311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262844902051150818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was so good [yes her pronunciation was perfect] that some rich-ass Datuk donated another RM10,000 just for her to sing again $_$ I wonder how much he tips a waiter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we have other performances ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQlj5-KR_NI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZLl6vxRQo9c/s1600-h/DSCN0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQlj5-KR_NI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZLl6vxRQo9c/s320/DSCN0300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262847487148948690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQlj6byHdGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QSml_cL1QKM/s1600-h/DSCN0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQlj6byHdGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QSml_cL1QKM/s320/DSCN0304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262847495100658786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those poor green-clad students =_= do dress smarter next time you decide to perform at an event as large as this =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then much later, there's a lucky draw. By then most of the guests have already left, so we thought we just MIGHT be lucky enough to win something XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when they draw numbers twice as many times as the amount of prizes available, our numbers are, sadly, just not lucky enough T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ended the night with more camwhoring XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQnFUDM9nqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RiF4LKDfiCk/s1600-h/DSCN0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQnFUDM9nqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RiF4LKDfiCk/s320/DSCN0333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262954587806867106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQnFUdsaTqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qSAdlHpFxho/s1600-h/P8051455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQnFUdsaTqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qSAdlHpFxho/s320/P8051455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262954594918092450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQnFU-nt14I/AAAAAAAAAMY/yXagBUtMTBo/s1600-h/P8051456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SQnFU-nt14I/AAAAAAAAAMY/yXagBUtMTBo/s320/P8051456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262954603756771202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we reached home at 1am X______X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died once I fell on my bed @_______@&lt;br /&gt;Hehe~~~ XD&lt;br /&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/1562467901195023080-6202443200910949301?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/6202443200910949301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=6202443200910949301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6202443200910949301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/6202443200910949301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-ever-charity-dinner.html' title='My first ever Charity Dinner'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SNzQMGlSWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bHdhIR_FRbQ/s72-c/DSCN0319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-898503255356311613</id><published>2008-08-29T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:51:27.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Themed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>You call this a theme??? @______@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is neither a THEME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor a TOPIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a TITLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes a title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A straight title like an essay we would write in school, only much more interesting XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually went like this. "Of Wine, Music, and Chocolates" but I changed the order to suit my philosophy XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Sir is starting to give us tough and challenging topics XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! ^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of Chocolates, Wine, and Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Romance, to me, can be seen in three things: chocolates, wine, and music. I've always been fascinated by how exciting romance can be. Every Valentine's Day, the boyfriend turns up on the girlfriend's doorstep, carrying in his arms a bouquet of red roses, a beautifully wrapped gift, and a box of chocolates. And then they'd head out for a candlelight dinner, complete with red wine and a pianist, tenderly playing tunes to boost the intimacy between the love birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every romance story, the non-existence of chocolates, wine, and music are near impossible. The combination of these three simple things almost guarantees an exciting evening, be it at the beach, in a gourmet restaurant, or even at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of pondering on this subject, I have come to my own conclusion, too, that "people", can also be categorised into these three things. In the matter of romance, that is. Of course it would be lovely to have the whole package, but nobody is perfect. As they say, Beauty is seen in the eyes of the beholder. What is perfect to you, may not be perfect to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, let me talk about chocolates. Who can resist the taste of chocolates in their mouths? The bittersweet taste, whether solid or melted, will leave you craving for more. It is also proven to have soothing effects. Hence, a "chocolate" person is one that has a "sweet mouth". He is charming, sweet, and knows exactly what a woman likes to hear. His sweet-talking will leave her swooning on cloud nine, and she will most probably love to go back for a second "helping".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, too much chocolates is never good for anybody. His sweet-talking may be merely words strung together without meaning. The heart may not be there. Besides, how long can a woman listen to nothing but those charming words? She would be bored soon, wouldn't she? And falling all the way from cloud nine is anything but painless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had wine before but I guess I know what "wines" are like. Drinking wine is much more relaxing than eating chocolates, and much, much more exciting. It makes a person light-headed, washing away all worries. A "wine" is a person who is adventurous, fun, and exciting to be around. Whether he's a "strong wine" or a "mild wine", it is still exhilarating. Most women love to date "wines", because they claim that: "My life has changed because of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it can also be quite tiring. Drinking too much wine may result in a person losing control of themselves. This also applies to the subject of romance. The exhilaration experienced in such relationships seldom spell forever. Like when you're riding on a roller coaster. You can ride on it again and again, but the excitement felt can only last for as long as you are experiencing the ride. After a certain number of rounds depending on the individual's capability, the rides have to stop, and so does the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how about music? Music, to me, is the most romantic of the three. It is full of emotion and passion, and it makes small things around us seem big and meaningful. Therefore, to me, a "music" is a person that brings out the best in another, one that another soul needs to soothe worried thoughts and troubled memories. Be it a "classic", "rock", or "contemporary", or any other kind of "music", he is the one that makes you feel tranquility and at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But music can also be boring after a while, no? Especially when it is slow. A "music" is adventure-less and very often dull. Maybe not all of them, but most. Despite feeling loved and appreciated, a woman still needs that exhilaration once in a while, doesn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is the result of my reflection on the subject of romance. Now the interesting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Chocolates, Wine, and Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-898503255356311613?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/898503255356311613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=898503255356311613&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/898503255356311613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/898503255356311613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-call-this-theme.html' title='You call this a theme??? @______@'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-7996007290540822929</id><published>2008-08-28T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:51:53.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Themed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Utopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yups~ This is the next theme we got from Ah Sir, after "Signs" ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got inspiration from a close friend of mine, cuz she's been going through the same thing for quite a while now. She always seemed happy and cheerful, but she can't fool me. Nobody around her noticed a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe just one or two others besides myself X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows her better than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is befitting for the above theme, so please tolerate any "straying away" from the original topic ^^|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am about to type, is what I believe goes on inside the heads of all those who went head over heels for love, including those sad cases that end up in mental hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is our Utopia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Paradise...&lt;br /&gt;Does such a place really exist...?&lt;br /&gt;If it does...&lt;br /&gt;Then where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a place on this earth we can go to...&lt;br /&gt;Where no one will ever find us?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anywhere at all in this universe...&lt;br /&gt;That belonged solely to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we are so close...&lt;br /&gt;Yet so far... from each other?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we hide from others...&lt;br /&gt;Just so we can hold hands and kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us go... and search for this paradise...&lt;br /&gt;Let us go... and be together...&lt;br /&gt;Where we are free from pressure...&lt;br /&gt;And free from Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot care less...&lt;br /&gt;Even if I never see them again...&lt;br /&gt;My only wish is to be with you...&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the same for me,&lt;br /&gt;Then let us leave...&lt;br /&gt;Let us leave this sad world behind us...&lt;br /&gt;And search... for this utopia of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dedicated to all those who are suffering heartaches and pain because of the word "Love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-7996007290540822929?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/7996007290540822929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=7996007290540822929&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7996007290540822929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7996007290540822929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2008/08/utopia_28.html' title='Utopia'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-1542654129994157553</id><published>2008-08-23T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:56:45.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Themed'/><title type='text'>Love and Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Author's Note: This story is half-based on my own experience, though not entirely. I was better off compared to the main character. But yes I once felt nearly as terrible as she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this theme from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being a very cheerful girl in primary school. Always laughing and always active. I didn't think anything was wrong until one day, when I walk into class, I saw my classmates crowd around a stamp album. I was going to join them when one of them suddenly looked up, saw me, gasped, and whispered to the others. The next thing I know, the album disappeared, and the crowd was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I felt very disappointed with the lot of them. I was young, and I thought I was going to wallow in this situation forever. Of course, that's not the end of it all. I have to deal with other issues the moment I start secondary school. There are more friends who think they know everything and more people who trampled on others' feelings. It's sad to say this, but it was only during recent years when I learn to protect myself. To shield myself against the evils of the world, and to live life without getting stepped all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are also consequences. I taught myself. To avoid being hurt, you have to seclude yourself from the world. To me, to be hurt is to be betrayed. If you are never betrayed, you will never get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also came down to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never trust, and you will never be betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I succeeded somewhat, if you look at it straight. I managed to avoid all hurtful situations. I can also shoot back at people who picked on me, something I could never do until a year and a half ago. Nobody dared to bully me anymore. And I was left to do my own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a result....I got really lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cold and quiet, and I rarely paid attention to others. The people around me felt the chill near me, that's why they stay well away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acted as coldly as I could towards the situation. I acted as if I couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep down, my heart ached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely. I yearned for company. I wanted attention. My heart screamed for friendship, for love, for passion. But I kept all this quiet, for fear that I would make myself laughing stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered listening to stories about him years ago, but I never really knew him. Back then, they made him sound so nerdy and geeky. Not knowing anything, I laughed along with them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How very wrong they were. How very wrong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a very interesting person to talk to. The first time we had a conversation, I noticed how very easy it was to talk to him. He can talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;. He never scorns, and he always listens. I felt comfortable in his company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started looking forward to talking to him. And he would always talk to me, unlike most of the other people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I felt like I have a friend to turn to, the evil inside my head spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do you believe in him? He will turn out just like everyone else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He will turn scornful one day, and you will be betrayed once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was in dismay. I do not want to think that a friend that I have wanted so badly would turn away from me just like everybody else. But I was devastated just thinking about the possibilities. I had successfully brainwashed myself over the past few years. And so I decided to stay away from him before he decides to betray me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just as confused as I was. He approached me in school, and I would give stupid but firm excuses to escape from him. He sent text messages after school, which I would refrain from replying. He came to my house to visit, and left when my brother lied and told him I wasn't in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our examinations were around the corner. His approaches became less for the sake of studying. I expected nothing more from him, but inside, my heart burned with agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month before the exam, he came over again. I did not think much of it, since my brother knew exactly what to do, having done it for the past few weeks. I stayed in my room, staring at the blank ceiling. Moments later, my brother knocked on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is he gone?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened. My eyes flicked towards the doorway, and I felt my heart stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think you are doing, shutting yourself in your room everytime I visit?" he demanded. He strode right up to my bed, towering over me. "Did you think I was foolish enough to believe a loner like you would stray out of the house every single day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gaped as he shoved aside the many books on my chair and plonked himself right into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here?" I asked, dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came to sort things out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stared at each other for the longest time. Nobody said anything. My mind whirred around for something to say, but I was totally blank. He gazed at my face, steady as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shall I start?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not say anything. I watched as he reached into his pocket and fished out a piece of thick paper. My heart raced. I knew what he was going to do. He unfolded the paper, and began to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have been spanked by your teachers in primary school, fought with your classmates for over five months in form one, accused of scratching a teacher's car in form two, left by a guy three years older in form three, fooled around with a cellphone by your close friends afterwards and treated like a grocery st-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOP IT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled so loudly, I would not be surprised if the neighbours heard me, but I couldn't care less. He glanced over the top of the paper, and studied me, as I know he always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Problems started when you were young, so I suppose it is natural that you will act this way." he said, calm and in control. He dropped the paper onto the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were bullied at a young age, unable to defend yourself, and nobody around you helped. You were all alone, struggling with your inner self, unhappy and scared. As you grew older, you began to counter all these miseries. You fought back, you stood up for your rights, and you protected yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook as I listened. Recalling all these hateful memories was something that I wished I would never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But as a result, you ended up not trusting anybody. You hated every other person besides yourself. In short, you rejected friendship, for fear that you would be betrayed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears leaked out of my eyes as he got there. I could not bear to think that I had wind up lonely because of my beliefs. He tilted my chin so that he could look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I came into your life, you found hope. Finally, a friend to love me, you thought. But because of scars from the past, you got frightened again. And to protect yourself, you shut the world out, including me, and blocked out your last ray of light. You drowned yourself in darkness again, and had I not cared to visit again today, you would continue to stay where you are, rejecting all help to stand up again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not say anything about your lack of trust in me, since experience has done more than enough damage onto you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My question is, why didn't you trust yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him in the eyes. His gaze was strong and steady. His expression straight and emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean....? I always believed in myself....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you did not." he said at once. "You trusted me, you felt comfortable around me, you could talk to me without worries. But when the devil attacked, you recoiled immediately. You reconsidered your own judgements, and as a result of fear, you retreated into your own world, turning your back against your own beliefs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sobbed louder at this point, feeling horrible because of what he said. He put an arm around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have a little more confidence, and believe in the good. Have a little faith in me, and I shall not let you down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left a little while after that. I stopped crying, and sat on my bed. I was so confused, I could not think. I spotted the piece of paper he had earlier, still on my table. To give myself something to do, I picked it up, though dreading what I might find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes filled up again when I saw the contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for blessing me with such a good friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-1542654129994157553?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/1542654129994157553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=1542654129994157553&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1542654129994157553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/1542654129994157553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-and-lies.html' title='Love and Lies'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-7512529710786401178</id><published>2008-08-22T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:57:03.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Themed'/><title type='text'>My angel in disguise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Now, what do you guys think of when you read a single word "Signs"?&lt;br /&gt;Roadsigns?&lt;br /&gt;Labels?&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac signs?&lt;br /&gt;Birth signs?&lt;br /&gt;Other signs?&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking around, and most of my friends say they think of roadsigns and for the girls, "SALES" =O= oh well, girls will be girls ^^lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this new theme Ah Sir set us, my immediate thought was heaven. Don't ask me why @_@ then from there I thought of.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I'll just let my story do the talking ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;When I first heard our mother say that she was pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;, I laughed straight out, and my brother did the same. I was twelve, and he was eleven. We couldn't imagine then, that after we have grown so much, our mother would give birth again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Until one day, she brought home a toy car which both of us are just too old to play with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;And how can you joke about pregnancy anyway? After three months her tummy was noticeably big, and the fact dawned on us that there would be a new baby in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Our sister was born in that same year two weeks before Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I never really liked babies, to be frank. To me they are noisy, dirty, and expensive. Giving birth itself requires thousands, then there're all the diapers, food, and toys and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;My sister, being a normal baby herself, was no exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;She was noisy and dirty, just like all other babies. But somehow she wasn't as expensive, because we used items that relatives and neighbours gave us, which we were grateful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;As she grew older, so did we. We became more and more engrossed with schoolwork, friends, and social activities. She cried less, but became more talkative. To be honest, we grew impatient with her sometimes and scold her, and then we'd get scolded ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;She would badger us to play with her when we are watching television, talk non-stop when we were doing homework, and sometimes, barge into the room leaving the door wide open when we were in the middle of undressing for a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I got so irritated, I would yell at her to get out, and she would leave with wet eyes. Moments later, our mother would be in my room lecturing me about being unkind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I continued to scorn her existence at times she annoyed me, until one day, I spotted an old library card with her picture on it, except that I can't remember when she sported that hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Two hours later, she ran towards me holding that exact same picture, brandishing it in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Yes, Joey, you look nice in there." I said, without giving it a second glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;My sister continued waving it in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Yes? What is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;She looked at me with those innocent eyes, and said. "It has your name on it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I got stunned immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Our face looked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;That was when I noticed all the similarities between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Everytime she was lonely, she does all the wrong things to get attention, like what I did when I was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Everytime she does something wrong, she tries to hide it and hopes that others will never find out, like what I did when I was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Everytime she feels neglected by friends that she loved, her eyes would water, like what I did when I was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Whenever she's angry, she yells at the other party, regardless of who it is (unless if it's our mother) just like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;If she likes one particular person, she sticks to him or her, and ignores almost everybody else, just like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Now, she is seven. And I still see never-ending similarities between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;But she was kind. And very gentle. She loves animals, she loves her friends, she loves her family. Even though we were unkind to her sometimes and made her cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Once, when I found her doodling in my notebook without my permission, I scolded her and went back to my work. Five minutes later, she handed me my notebook in a timid manner, and scurried off before I could open my mouth. I opened the page where she had drawn all her nonsense, and found, on the next page, words she had written in her very bad handwriting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"I'm sorry, Jie Jie. I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;My heart shattered on the spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Only a child, so innocent and so pure, could put that into words without second thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I sometimes wonder, how many of these hints have God dropped for me to realise what a sad person I have been? How many of these signs have I missed? Have I missed so many that God has finally resorted to send someone to tell me? And that someone is a child who doesn't even know what important role she is playing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Now I look at my sister, and watch her do things that I have done before. I saw signs that lectured me indirectly with every kind act she did. I look at myself as I had been twelve years ago, and slowly things dawned on me, and I realise that I have been a very narrow-minded person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;And it was a child who showed me that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Or perhaps she wasn't a child, but an angel sent by God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;A happy angel sent to change my life forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Now, I finally understand, what people meant by an angel in disguise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Because I have found mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-7512529710786401178?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/7512529710786401178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=7512529710786401178&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7512529710786401178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/7512529710786401178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-angel-in-disguise.html' title='My angel in disguise...'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-824096361525968332</id><published>2008-08-07T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:57:20.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Themed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sunrise &amp; Sunset: The Beginning and the End...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first poem in my blog XD okay it doesn't rhyme in most places but I reckon this is pretty much better than most of my old poems. Mind you, if I write out the original version it's gonna be twice longer than my previous two stories put together =_= The second theme I got from Mr Chan "Sunrise &amp;amp; Sunset"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had no idea how I got there...&lt;br /&gt;The lawn was so beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;So divine...&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bloodstained dress was torn and ragged.&lt;br /&gt;I left bloody footprints wherever I tread.&lt;br /&gt;The sword in my chest continued dripping.&lt;br /&gt;And I was aware that I was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I collapsed on my back,&lt;br /&gt;breaking the sword as I did,&lt;br /&gt;sending a hundredth bout of pain&lt;br /&gt;throughout my already drained body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was setting, casting a fiery glow to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered...That fateful day ten years back.&lt;br /&gt;The sky looked exactly the same...&lt;br /&gt;When my "life" truly began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can two things so alike be so different?&lt;br /&gt;I was born without a parent,&lt;br /&gt;blessed with beauty, but cursed with monstrous power.&lt;br /&gt;Hated beyond grief, doomed to stay forever lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brought me out of the dark forest,&lt;br /&gt;nurtured me with care,&lt;br /&gt;went against the objections of your people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life...&lt;br /&gt;I felt peace.&lt;br /&gt;I experienced joy, whenever I learn something new,&lt;br /&gt;sadness when you left,&lt;br /&gt;and love when you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Snow Witch is dead.&lt;br /&gt;You and your people are safe.&lt;br /&gt;I leave our son in your care,&lt;br /&gt;as I can no longer be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years back, you gave me new life as the sun rose.&lt;br /&gt;The same day ten years later, I shall go as the sun sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, My Love...&lt;br /&gt;Farewell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562467901195023080-824096361525968332?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/824096361525968332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=824096361525968332&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/824096361525968332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/824096361525968332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunrise-sunset-beginning-and-end.html' title='Sunrise &amp; Sunset: The Beginning and the End...'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-447802187673497289</id><published>2008-07-29T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:01:56.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Public Speaking O_O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Jes is going for a public speaking today at Island College of Technology Penang, along with Thangeswary (I'm sorry if I spelled your name wrongly X_X) and me as a supporter XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5 am in the morning, got ready,&lt;br /&gt;and went to school to meet up with the others at 6.40 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes looked fine but I dunno exactly how she was feeling X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr Chan drove us all the way from school to Balik Pulau to where the college was situated. And since Sir is a very laid back teacher, we did absolutely whatever we wanted in his car XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Island College far earlier than everybody else, so we took in the surroundings first.&lt;br /&gt;And we saw this fella near the stream XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SI7dALlzH1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vBa1gZhijwU/s1600-h/DSCN0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SI7dALlzH1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vBa1gZhijwU/s320/DSCN0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228359212604792658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jes scared it when she went near it and it scurried away, but I still managed to get a shot of it XD Yes I know it's quite far away X_X&lt;br /&gt;We called it the "Campus Chicken" XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we still had time, we camwhored XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAYD6O_PuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aRTpAQdkAO0/s1600-h/DSCN0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAYD6O_PuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aRTpAQdkAO0/s320/DSCN0198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228705622827941602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I really hate about going to such places, they don't have the sense of punctuality =o= Their time and their schedule totally don't tally at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAZ5qYy-OI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mLIKrq2gs_8/s1600-h/DSCN0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAZ5qYy-OI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mLIKrq2gs_8/s320/DSCN0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228707645798676706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh very late registration =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their hall,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAbx2UM4iI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6F6x9CsxSn4/s1600-h/DSCN0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAbx2UM4iI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6F6x9CsxSn4/s320/DSCN0202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228709710584930850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAbyLF_DTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ukFgnZWAlzM/s1600-h/DSCN0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAbyLF_DTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ukFgnZWAlzM/s320/DSCN0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228709716162448690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is really tiny if you ask me =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While both Thanges and Jes prepared,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAdJ8hRbRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VvrMfHnnyx4/s1600-h/DSCN0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAdJ8hRbRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VvrMfHnnyx4/s320/DSCN0204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228711224078855442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAdKRGzF3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/KkPZ8vl-uyM/s1600-h/DSCN0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAdKRGzF3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/KkPZ8vl-uyM/s320/DSCN0207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228711229604960114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of laid-back Mr Chan XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAdKgeLv-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/mk8jxxeY9VQ/s1600-h/DSCN0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJAdKgeLv-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/mk8jxxeY9VQ/s320/DSCN0209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228711233729576930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was out most of the time the competitors were speaking =o= I reckoned he only paid attention to Thanges and Jes =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the competitors were arranged and seated [four of them were missing], one of the lecturers(?) of the college was supposed to give them competitors a briefing on the rules, but to my ears, she was rather more promoting the college instead =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that was done, we waited another hour before the real thing finally started =_=&lt;br /&gt;Horrible management =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competitors were quite ok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Their topics are definitely interesting, although it was obvious that some of them had the topic written for them. And some of them looked like they had been practicing very hard, the way they gestured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favourites XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmP65MDhiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sgbwubf8ONM/s1600-h/DSCN0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmP65MDhiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sgbwubf8ONM/s320/DSCN0213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231370684114109986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was talking about "Perception of Beauty among Teens". She was good with her prepared speech, but when it comes to impromptu speech she didn't even last two minutes X_X but she was nevertheless good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmTKn0VyAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cWWXONeMykY/s1600-h/DSCN0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmTKn0VyAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cWWXONeMykY/s320/DSCN0244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231374252864030722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Why we love who we love" ^^ Interesting topic ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I give you my favourite speaker *drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmXpl358NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LzU41x3xiH4/s1600-h/DSCN0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmXpl358NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LzU41x3xiH4/s320/DSCN0216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231379182964568274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ELVIS PRESLEY XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;ok his name isn't Elvis but I call him that cuz he looks a bit like him XD&lt;br /&gt;"Where are Your Manners?" is Benedict's very well presented speech ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting of course, Thanges &amp;amp; Jes ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmZwTib1FI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZfGSonJnWuI/s1600-h/DSCN0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmZwTib1FI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZfGSonJnWuI/s320/DSCN0227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231381497325016146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmai5_XlmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TT7edOEvdXA/s1600-h/DSCN0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmai5_XlmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TT7edOEvdXA/s320/DSCN0230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231382366640379490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Reality Shows"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor girls. The impromptu speech totally killed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Growing hydroponic vegetables help to check inflation." Discuss =o=&lt;br /&gt;Even Mr Chan said it was a stupid topic =o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some amusing contestants. Well, they caught my attention anyway =O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmdU4E4tlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qx7iJjdStDg/s1600-h/DSCN0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmdU4E4tlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qx7iJjdStDg/s320/DSCN0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231385424143365714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This dude sounds like Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory XD&lt;br /&gt;"Music"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmdse5o1jI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8LxGHM8LhSM/s1600-h/DSCN0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmdse5o1jI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8LxGHM8LhSM/s320/DSCN0231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231385829702161970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks like a lawyer, and speaks like a lawyer O_O&lt;br /&gt;"Integrity"&lt;br /&gt;It's a really mature topic. I couldn't understand half of what he was saying X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmeK-v-LcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gSuPIsasfQQ/s1600-h/DSCN0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmeK-v-LcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gSuPIsasfQQ/s320/DSCN0235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231386353647627714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy speaks like a bullet train @_@ I reckoned his speed-talking allowed him to cram more points than anybody else in the competition X_X&lt;br /&gt;"Modification of Beauty"&lt;br /&gt;Something about plastic surgeries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmfAU6HneI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eGLES3trMA8/s1600-h/DSCN0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmfAU6HneI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eGLES3trMA8/s320/DSCN0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231387270128836066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The Environment- Mother Nature's Gift"&lt;br /&gt;Loud and forceful =O= she blundered through her impromptu speech tho. She sounded more like she was promoting hydroponic vege @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmgBlEwfKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hZ7-or3jroE/s1600-h/DSCN0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmgBlEwfKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hZ7-or3jroE/s320/DSCN0236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231388391159921826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The other side of Malaysians"&lt;br /&gt;The way he speaks, I don't think he even cared about this competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, personally, I have nothing against this speaker. She was good, oh yes, she was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmgx79LRnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2vEEAeRI29Y/s1600-h/DSCN0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJmgx79LRnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2vEEAeRI29Y/s320/DSCN0234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231389221935859314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But bringing that many supporters really made them think that that miniscule hall belonged to them =_=  sure cheer all you want but please do realise that ppl are trying to listen to the other contestants =_= Girls like them really pisses me off =O=&lt;br /&gt;"If I could Change the World"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other contestants were rather....bland @_@ so we'll just leave them out ^_^|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay after both prepared and impromptu speeches are over, the judges made their decisions as to who will make it to the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have, of course, Benedict who breezed through both his speeches ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Lawyer" O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Speed Talker @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature's supporter ^_^ the loud and tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I could change the World"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gratitude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perception of Beauty among Teens"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Rude Truth about Good Manners"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pictures X_X the 8 finalists ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, results out. Highschool didn't make it this year, but they did their best ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time to ease our hunger XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir brought us to Georgetown Cafe, where he had already dined many times. And he paid all the bills XD Thank you, Sir!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJm9H_JZgLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IgwewiXjZfI/s1600-h/DSCN0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJm9H_JZgLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IgwewiXjZfI/s320/DSCN0261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231420387075129522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJm9HosO23I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZPkdSqlGJn4/s1600-h/DSCN0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJm9HosO23I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZPkdSqlGJn4/s320/DSCN0248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231420381047217010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJm9m_BaMJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lghf2bEigZE/s1600-h/DSCN0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJm9m_BaMJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lghf2bEigZE/s320/DSCN0250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231420919617564818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's quite nice, really ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We camwhored, again XDXDXD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJm-PyzXhkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/e-TWSkgH2nk/s1600-h/DSCN0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJm-PyzXhkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/e-TWSkgH2nk/s320/DSCN0257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231421620712080962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate like, LOADS, among us X_X I think me and Jes were the ones REALLY eating X_X I was so stuffed after the meal @_@|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJnAxsGl4gI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cmaqqU1qXRQ/s1600-h/DSCN0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJnAxsGl4gI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cmaqqU1qXRQ/s320/DSCN0255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231424402052473346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJnAxgjTJMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vTmKgoV1W_U/s1600-h/DSCN0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJnAxgjTJMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vTmKgoV1W_U/s320/DSCN0253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231424398951654594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJnAxNATUtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ivt_zJ3AYi0/s1600-h/DSCN0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJnAxNATUtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ivt_zJ3AYi0/s320/DSCN0252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231424393704592082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJnAxC5EQSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IgDlsz-JTnE/s1600-h/DSCN0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJnAxC5EQSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IgDlsz-JTnE/s320/DSCN0251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231424390989889826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we finished.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJnC2sFO2DI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VThY_QcPSxw/s1600-h/DSCN0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SJnC2sFO2DI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VThY_QcPSxw/s320/DSCN0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231426686969370674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't easy people @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then after that Ah Sir sent us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mama I'd be home around 2 or 3pm. But we ended up reaching at 5pm sharp =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go ^o^&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/1562467901195023080-447802187673497289?l=yumimisama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/feeds/447802187673497289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562467901195023080&amp;postID=447802187673497289&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/447802187673497289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562467901195023080/posts/default/447802187673497289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumimisama.blogspot.com/2008/07/public-speaking-oo.html' title='Public Speaking O_O'/><author><name>Yumimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742441992828252318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SI7dALlzH1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vBa1gZhijwU/s72-c/DSCN0195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562467901195023080.post-8111958421796320408</id><published>2008-07-27T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:02:00.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Co-curiculum Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yups, its a busy day...for me X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a saturday, and we students of HSBM still had to get up early to go for this school event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said she needed the small car, so I was forced to drive our Perdana instead. It's very different from driving a tiny lil Kelisa ya noe X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a day when all the clubs and societies in the school set up stalls to sell food, drinks, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Computing Club is no different ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwQYDU4USI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cdR61nDDt5Y/s1600-h/DSCN0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwQYDU4USI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cdR61nDDt5Y/s320/DSCN0147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227571272866091298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwQ5RYKlwI/AAAAAAAAACE/21Hpz4Lyv1E/s1600-h/DSCN0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwQ5RYKlwI/AAAAAAAAACE/21Hpz4Lyv1E/s320/DSCN0149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227571843573651202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're selling drinks ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's not my shift yet, I ran around the school taking pictures XD&lt;br /&gt;My friends were really exasperated with me, but they let me take their pictures all the same ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lemme introduce some of our club members (I said some cuz most of them were hiding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwRz8n_LAI/AAAAAAAAACM/enV0MXDohrc/s1600-h/DSCN0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwRz8n_LAI/AAAAAAAAACM/enV0MXDohrc/s320/DSCN0148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227572851615149058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our current President, Wei Chuan ^^ I didn't even need to persuade him to smile XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwSWNxYoNI/AAAAAAAAACU/MW_IG-6Ogts/s1600-h/DSCN0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwSWNxYoNI/AAAAAAAAACU/MW_IG-6Ogts/s320/DSCN0164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227573440333521106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The would-be president, Kevin XD He's hilarious ^O^ The would-be's will be taking over our positions after we resign from the club ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwfc3ZsW5I/AAAAAAAAACk/Ndv-SeUDFpk/s1600-h/DSCN0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwfc3ZsW5I/AAAAAAAAACk/Ndv-SeUDFpk/s320/DSCN0159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227587848238816146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The would-be Secretary ^^ He's really cute ^o^ Most of the time he doesn't even realise he's making a fool out of himself XD Oh btw, I'm the current Secretary ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwgTevvJ4I/AAAAAAAAACs/djCJS36U8iE/s1600-h/DSCN0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwgTevvJ4I/AAAAAAAAACs/djCJS36U8iE/s320/DSCN0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227588786513192834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the other would-be's. The second one is really quiet. I bullied him a lot during our shift XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwiNhdv6SI/AAAAAAAAADM/zXE6pucsPEM/s1600-h/DSCN0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwiNhdv6SI/AAAAAAAAADM/zXE6pucsPEM/s320/DSCN0156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227590883187091746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The current vice president and the would-be vice president. I'm not sure who the third in the picture is X_X I didn't even realise he's our club member @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwqeOIhZYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u3nBwG5XcYM/s1600-h/DSCN0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwqeOIhZYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u3nBwG5XcYM/s320/DSCN0171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227599966148584834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left to right: Kelvin (current Treasurer), Wei Chuan (stop eating and help out!!!),&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ghee (AJK Maintenance), Sivanesan (Vice Treasurer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other members, sadly, are not sporting enough for me to take their pictures so we'll just leave it at that T_________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwheTUrMdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rC5vKkfg7Ys/s1600-h/DSCN0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwheTUrMdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rC5vKkfg7Ys/s320/DSCN0154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227590071937085906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chin Hooi, another gal to take over my position, in the library that is ^^&lt;br /&gt;The new Head of Catalogue Unit. Very nice gal ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwh3TDaHwI/AAAAAAAAADE/VDurioIf2FE/s1600-h/DSCN0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwh3TDaHwI/AAAAAAAAADE/VDurioIf2FE/s320/DSCN0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227590501361393410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My "Son", Yeong Kai XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwis_0vy_I/AAAAAAAAADU/5Rla82bfDRQ/s1600-h/DSCN0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwis_0vy_I/AAAAAAAAADU/5Rla82bfDRQ/s320/DSCN0158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227591423912561650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edmund and me. He looks very much better in person, seriously. (So do I XDDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwjnhn6rvI/AAAAAAAAADk/40L1SxVaL3M/s1600-h/DSCN0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwjnhn6rvI/AAAAAAAAADk/40L1SxVaL3M/s320/DSCN0163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227592429417967346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah Boo is THE most hilarious guy you can ever wish to meet (to me anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwexeEELDI/AAAAAAAAACc/HZAIEPgoQ9E/s1600-h/DSCN0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwexeEELDI/AAAAAAAAACc/HZAIEPgoQ9E/s320/DSCN0145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227587102702840882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teng Sin and Malati ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwg9WqFy3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/KHuyJ3qVuS0/s1600-h/DSCN0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwg9WqFy3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/KHuyJ3qVuS0/s320/DSCN0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227589505896532850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeslyn, Yueh Phing &amp;amp; Wei Leng (Visitors), and Elina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwjQaB-vPI/AAAAAAAAADc/q52i6je7_to/s1600-h/DSCN0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwjQaB-vPI/AAAAAAAAADc/q52i6je7_to/s320/DSCN0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227592032242810098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Liew, the Physics teacher.&lt;br /&gt;He's famous for pulling the hair of any males running out of classes XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwrAN7Pu8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/5SOmSCfY_3g/s1600-h/DSCN0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwrAN7Pu8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/5SOmSCfY_3g/s320/DSCN0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227600550208453570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Leonard. One of these days he's gonna cause a fracture in my skull, the way he's cracking me up XD and no, he's not that short. He was bending his knee so that my face can actually be seen in the frame (imagine that =O=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, Leonard, don't say you're ugly. You're fine just as you are. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activities!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually came across the sign "Outdoor Bowling" on the canteen wall. I didn't realise what it was at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill I saw.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwliktXorI/AAAAAAAAADs/X7tp9DeUrvk/s1600-h/DSCN0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwliktXorI/AAAAAAAAADs/X7tp9DeUrvk/s320/DSCN0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227594543370052274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bowling lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwmGAgroPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-e4KJQAjYmQ/s1600-h/DSCN0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwmGAgroPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-e4KJQAjYmQ/s320/DSCN0167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227595152128450802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwmt1GJI_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/MXyjkHASOdg/s1600-h/DSCN0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwmt1GJI_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/MXyjkHASOdg/s320/DSCN0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227595836259116018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally went "............."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the launching of water rockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwoTdbS8dI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eFpbQGNeo6A/s1600-h/DSCN0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwoTdbS8dI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eFpbQGNeo6A/s320/DSCN0175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227597582252044754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera's too slow to actually catch the thing flying up, so no pictures there ^_^|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwnkB8wRBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5nmjnMrrbAU/s1600-h/DSCN0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwnkB8wRBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5nmjnMrrbAU/s320/DSCN0174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227596767422333970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ponies!!!!! XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwnFYgtnEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UtWX6JX6YA0/s1600-h/DSCN0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwnFYgtnEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UtWX6JX6YA0/s320/DSCN0172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227596240902790210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwo7cpUpXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hD-yVQZwJaM/s1600-h/DSCN0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwo7cpUpXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hD-yVQZwJaM/s320/DSCN0178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227598269237208434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This female one is a really sweet creature ^O^ I couldn't bear to ride her T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the pavilion,&lt;br /&gt;I made this guy look at the camera. (excuse my finger there plz ^^|||)&lt;br /&gt;Chun How, one of the most popular guys in school. He's damn tall, seriously X_X and yes, he looks VERY much better in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwphMEbq9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/xzQWkttKlLY/s1600-h/DSCN0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwphMEbq9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/xzQWkttKlLY/s320/DSCN0182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227598917622541266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I caught.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwsEN2TqjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fii56_wSBBI/s1600-h/DSCN0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIwsEN2TqjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fii56_wSBBI/s320/DSCN0184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227601718418844210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what are you two doing? &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're actually supposed to stay in school till 4pm, but I couldn't. I've seen virtually everything there is to see (except the ghost house), so I decided to go home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the carpark was so full some bastards parked their car carelessly, resulting in both sides of the road completely blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my huge ass Perdana just couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go left, I'd have to knock down all the motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go right, the blue Kelisa and Honda Civic will be scratched. Not that I cared. My only concern was that my already scratched Perdana will be scratched too. On BOTH sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really "pu huay" (spit fire), so I called my dad to pick me up instead. We got home and after a very hasty shower, I went out with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the car was collected around 4pm =_= I might as well have stayed there. I was so damn tired after a full day outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went out to the Church of Saint Anne for her festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the crowd O_______________O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIws30Yb7cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TzQCo3ZYyS4/s1600-h/DSCN0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yoA2noy67eo/SIws30Yb7cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TzQCo3ZYyS4/s320/DSCN0189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227602604935867842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only managed to take one picture cuz the camera went out of battery after this shot =O= It's not very clear cuz it was really dark and my camera's flash wasn't strong enough. But if you look properly you can see the silhouettes of ppl all over the church grounds O__O&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!!! Just LOOK!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until the next post. Jya~na!!! 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So we asked Mr Chan to give us a random topic we can blog about, and he gave the theme "No Boundaries" =o= Both me and Firesky were like "Oh no problem!" and then when we got home and actually tried to talk about it, we were like "......" =O= Nevertheless, Firesky says she's gonna be blogging about her personal view of the phrase. So to minimise the chances of both our work being compared, I decided to write mine in the form of fiction. I hope it suits the theme though X_X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ned flopped down onto his bed the second he entered his dorm. George, his roommate, hadn't even returned from his night out. The clock on the desk read 3.16am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned groaned and let himself fall on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College life is so wonderful, he thought to himself. Mom's not there to lecture him about coming home too late, Dad's not there to make him grind his nose in his textbooks, and Sis isn't there to badger him about Toby, his highschool friend. He is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; free&lt;/span&gt; from all the nagging and lecturing. He can now do whatever he want, eat whatever he fancied, and roam wherever he wished. George was a super fun guy with whom he bonded instantly upon meeting him, and he had plenty of friends around campus. Ned felt lucky to have him as a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Ned." he would say, almost everyday. "You wanna go out with us tonight? I'll show you that hot chick at the bar, then you can try and get her number."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting of his college life was like a dream come true. The lecturers are pretty lenient with them, so they have plenty of time to do whatever they want. Every night was a new adventure to Ned, as George would bring him around town with his other buddies, Ryan and Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See her, Ned?" George asked, pointing towards the bar, behind which stood a lovely blonde girl. "Hit on her. Go on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ned did not get her phone number, but he was nevertheless excited at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, they roam the streets at night, fooling around like nobody's business. Ned, not used to being a midnight owl, skipped most of his early morning lessons to snooze. George did the same, but when the sun bids goodbye, he would start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You coming with us, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ned could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he knew it, his new midnight lifestyle had already lasted two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ned got a message from a classmate that their first semester's exam will be held in two weeks' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware that they were FAR behind in their studies, Ned approached George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, George." Ned started, as George laid on his bed, drained from the activities the night before. "We'll need to cut down on our outings. We have a test coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George grunted, rolled over, and slept on. Ned, already getting the exam jitters, shook him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, come on, wake up already. We've got to attend class. We're already behind as it is. Dude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get off me! I wanna sleep! If you're so worried YOU go to class! I'm not bothered!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned was completely blown away. George had NEVER yelled at him before. Most unexpected of all, he was completely ignorant of the fact that his studies are of any importance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, okay?" said Ned, putting down his books, feeling dispirited. He even lost all heart to go for his lessons. George groaned, and mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're going out again tonight. You'll come along, won't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Again???" Ned exclaimed, taken aback. "We're going to have our exam in two weeks' time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what?" said George, sitting straight up, glaring at him. "If you don't wanna come with us, it's completely fine. Don't talk to me about exams and studies and nag me like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;, okay? It's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped back onto his bed and rolled over, his back towards Ned. Ned found himself completely humiliated. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A mom?&lt;/span&gt; Ned hated it when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;mom nags him, back when he was at home, and now George is saying that he sounded like one. That completely turned him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright. I'll go out with you guys." said Ned loudly. George turned around, just in time to see Ned kick his books under his bed. He grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the spirit, pal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ned did absolutely nothing to save his academic reputation. Instead, he went clubbing with the boys, flirted with blondes, brunettes, redheads, and even tried to hook up with the stripper in one of the nightclubs Ryan always went to. He pretended to be tou
