tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35477066602641807972024-03-14T17:32:46.923+08:00vintage chocolatedon't give up on things you loveAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-43364211175186676972011-04-20T12:53:00.001+08:002011-04-20T12:53:48.900+08:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKDhJVnMeHpruVyK5ekDnKYgN0cUNm6PujYUY6KlyleCJCwrr5MAVnjHhmP8bu_RXlR9DRevLiBPs-IVkCOsg1oOSC_10_7KCiF4ffKz2hW0sqoZPu7fXbrYg5c1cVeeXSzbtlVqY_lzV/s1600/deq%2527a.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKDhJVnMeHpruVyK5ekDnKYgN0cUNm6PujYUY6KlyleCJCwrr5MAVnjHhmP8bu_RXlR9DRevLiBPs-IVkCOsg1oOSC_10_7KCiF4ffKz2hW0sqoZPu7fXbrYg5c1cVeeXSzbtlVqY_lzV/s320/deq%2527a.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597348147886337874" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">That's all I have to say for today. Love you.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-50534963545747333952011-04-11T21:22:00.003+08:002011-04-12T00:21:22.464+08:00Old School & New School.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNdCI1fBfF4ec8J5I4z7vzhYxSbndwwlnTkUGKuCylr3JBuPdV2QWaKKeOfirdokPTkrLDjoUOUNDRqT3ErjP8AofVEulelF0sWHOPui78j6Yvoxap0ZzgrEGl-WNNKR7rtHeFgme4Zxl/s1600/206931_2008910028781_1424631397_32409584_6742907_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNdCI1fBfF4ec8J5I4z7vzhYxSbndwwlnTkUGKuCylr3JBuPdV2QWaKKeOfirdokPTkrLDjoUOUNDRqT3ErjP8AofVEulelF0sWHOPui78j6Yvoxap0ZzgrEGl-WNNKR7rtHeFgme4Zxl/s320/206931_2008910028781_1424631397_32409584_6742907_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594361281191756530" /></a>Still a little red, taken on the first night I got it. <div><br />Since I got my lock tatt, let's talk about Tattoo Aftercare :)<div><br /></div><div>You know, when you sign/fill in the form at the tattoo shop; it means your tattoo artist will not be responsible if anything happens to your tattoo after that, if it gets distorted or the wound go oozy with plasma and then scabssss. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>1. Leave the bandage(gauze) alone.</b> </div><div>Don't itchy itchy hand go and touch the bandage and peel it off because you don't feel like having a hug giganto bandage. Leave it alone and start showing off after at least three hours! The reason of having the bandage is to prevent bacteria infection. Tattoo = open-flesh wound. Open-flesh wound = TOTAL BACTERIA BREEDING GROUND! </div><div><br /></div><div><b>2. Remove bandage.</b></div><div>Yes, now you can remove the bandage, AFTER THREE HOURS. When it is covered in gauze you need to make sure it is wet before you peel it off or else the skin will peel off together and will cause you terrible pain. So damp it with water before peeling. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>3. Wash your tattoo.</b></div><div>After removing the bandage, please wash your tattoo, because it's all blood and dead-skin covered already. Wash it with lukewarm water and normal soap; if can antibacterial soap. When you wash it, your tattoo might feel slick and slippery; it's a kind of plasma. This plasma creates scab. Gently massage your tattoo to clean it, if it does not come off day one, leave it 'til day two, don't rub too hard or else the ink might RUN! Avoid using your loofahs on your tattoo.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pat dry with towel or blow-dry it, remember not to scratch or WIPE it dry.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>4. Ointment & Moisturize!</b></div><div>Apply a very thin layer of ointment on your tattoo, tap it on, don't rub! I repeat, don't rub! And the reason why you want only a thin layer is so that you keep it moist, not drown it with too much ointment and end up getting 'pimples' over your tattoo! The ink will disappear along with the 'pimples'.</div><div><br /></div><div>You can use what's easy to get; such as Nappy Rash Cream: <b>Bepanthen</b>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQYWeU4sHNNfccJx-cfEcqlriv-1blX-VhSa4Xm4KLjrRebsevk" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >pic source: Google</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Get it at any <b><a href="http://www.watsons.com.my/">Watsons</a> </b>store near you, or any local pharmacies :) I got mine at <b>Watsons </b>for RM11.80 & after four months, it's not finished yet. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5. Shedding! </b></div><div style="text-align: left;">No, you don't go shed, the skin on your tattoo does. It will cause itchiness but DON'T EVER GO AND SCRATCH OR PEEL IT! If the skin is peeling off, it means it's healing, so it's good! DON'T SCRATCH IT! If it is itchy, pat it. If it feels dry, put ointment. If it is not dry, it will not itch. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That's all the aftercare you can get from me! Colored tattoos are usually easier to take care off because of the less in contrast with your skin compared to black colored tattoos, like the tribal butterfly of mine. If the color comes out, go get a touch up. Usually touch-ups cost you a 'lil but mine is free. Well, you should touch up sometimes, it gives your tattoo the 3D feel. ;)</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Have a nice day people! :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-7362083958720042392011-04-07T02:32:00.001+08:002011-04-07T02:32:40.796+08:00Vitamin C!<div><i>pennyqi.blogspot.com! </i></div><div><br /></div><div>Because I came home smelling like oranges; after peeling oranges for tomorrow morning, very randomly I decided to talk about peeling oranges! :) More like how to peel them! Peeling oranges is a part of my daily routines at <b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000699350893">Brewster's</a></b>, besides washing and setting up things and serving and taking orders and giving back the customers' change. Whoa, rambling, STOP. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm gonna give you some really childish scribbles to make things easier, because, you know; sometimes explaining is a little too h-a-r-d.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Tools needed:</b> </div><div>-A stainless steel spoon</div><div>-An orange</div><div>-A knife</div><div><br /></div><div>So, let's get the peeling started! :D</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjl8tHDVLzT9f4JllclzXlons0mpSm3mt2C_b-nmvZWZ-DXboFVkzoEgEGN8uC-CLybHhO9OIlxhDUkTzM77-qjyMpJAzn34k-bleZlprjPzp4oeuGHx1BFnk0lCbkz4kxgKt726gZ3nY/s1600/orange.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjl8tHDVLzT9f4JllclzXlons0mpSm3mt2C_b-nmvZWZ-DXboFVkzoEgEGN8uC-CLybHhO9OIlxhDUkTzM77-qjyMpJAzn34k-bleZlprjPzp4oeuGHx1BFnk0lCbkz4kxgKt726gZ3nY/s320/orange.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592529433066295058" /></a><blockquote>1. Cut off the top and bottom part of the orange (as shown in scribbles above). Cut about 5 cm's off, just nice enough for it to stand vertically.</blockquote><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWEd7z6xPytJnxcxpKCHrp4PwlLu4gugbNaQwkq6_E6SwoYUvPUO5P1R-wmmmeONxUv-qYgIGexzgAPFA3cU5R9frfxHW4tcG3p7qTT49gNtjxuUhz5VhyUt_Qya6im35iYWWwnlcXnyx2/s1600/orange2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWEd7z6xPytJnxcxpKCHrp4PwlLu4gugbNaQwkq6_E6SwoYUvPUO5P1R-wmmmeONxUv-qYgIGexzgAPFA3cU5R9frfxHW4tcG3p7qTT49gNtjxuUhz5VhyUt_Qya6im35iYWWwnlcXnyx2/s320/orange2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592529428535153634" /></a><blockquote>2. Then, make it stand and cut gently as shown (the two vertical lines).<b> CAUTION:</b> Don't cut it through and through. Instead, cut as thick as the peel, try not to cut the juicy flesh inside. Use force nice enough like how you would pet your small little bunnies or kitties. <i>If you're a pet abuser, don't try this at home ;o</i></blockquote><blockquote>3. Take the spoon and stab it right between the peel and the flesh, above the white fleshy layer* that we all tend to not eat because it is a little bitter. With that, you tug the flesh and peel of the orange apart. </blockquote>You get me? LOL. That's how you peel and orange to juice.<div><br /></div><div><b>Tips 101 ! </b></div><div><b><br /></b>*White fleshy layer= <b>Pith</b></div><div>The pith actually has a lot of vitamins too! And all the antioxidants needed by our body. Erm, yeah, healthy. Of course it's bitter, just don't peel off the entire pith, a little will do no bitter-harm. (: </div><div><br /></div><div>And and, if you roll the orange ; if makes peeling easier as the peel is 'loosened from its pith.</div><div><br /></div><div>If your oranges are frozen, mommy left the chiller too close to freezer temperature, it hardens. Soak your oranges in water first, let it thaw/defrost. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hope it helped, share with me how you remove them peels by commenting`! (:<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-41925563869839579252011-03-24T16:43:00.004+08:002011-03-24T17:24:03.122+08:00Reckless Driving & Slips.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJli9V305uPe8WlVq_jRi13aE66r8HMr3Y-dj7tVOji1aCuoMjrnm9sVNUF8uEh8MTRmKEWp_fxNDCvFW63BGGYVeRLuVNUFR2PV3Cj9cO3UI5oadmOuebGpDqaJvWKX-J1lgJ7Ae5jR_/s320/dedit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587571696314385522" /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-TNpnH3ehezw8iInrbxJYe_C66MNb9B7KTRnKTiFvNyEZQE_MstHBPJYaWsrQHY8lhSmexrqqM_oL7RM_QD1SwNtVCu77DerT60M2ZIvqRj_f4Qf1PDRI2n91LcscztnZFD_py7ypSuhc/s320/medit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587571701797173922" /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGggeeYu_31WQF3RB9bRZdibTLzdTAGltDdGSUwKfxxNWJNDe6ueQPAp_wuk4uQB5ayxphWr49M4Yky1IAoOb7F7-vbXsxGIpown3Xs2GufbPmfVjib83VdYUePyyxLD-uLPxs8_O5cIK/s320/ledit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587565720752159634" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Uhuz2lkQL6ef3n9xk30G-ubcqAwPk6TjCtgXn4DdcNU42eJT-sEFWshtal_PeYAm0O58MjKtH6p4CUvpftL4wxWgD8T7prBzePhjFLu_1M1bjr2KE4wG_0lOD6GL5zAjtbzgCYizKsUr/s320/z2edit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587571710394636386" /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yEKUce-T7Xu-hqMNeri3nsujmpGUL-EBXGs_DtzOrzsm9my2MjNZh0-ON-gqThr2epuqqvhpbSzmkbjVroUCTB0s-3u0AjAbU7Y3o4P0BlzHu0vNvmm22bB7cOB-L9CGU6ruEaC_k5Bd/s320/z12edit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587565724278666322" /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3xwappD8GjRo8M6wMZXTPILJxTpN1j0W2wbXLicAWu8IIwMcmBmBZaevnmDtJpzxXN0-iayEQJcM2aMGQzQW8YTLNjNBN7Sx5wQaX5cT8gB35QAfzL4IdDMaNM80kVjdCkDnd8ETToQR/s320/24edit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587566094579699122" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYj29AUvCNnAMotH1LYhW3fd1t6k72e05TApQhDqhO-b785ntMUpcjR0-QJOThY1EzMcN5X2A4fZO9DaeOLZTsQ-320KwMiIs_Q4fnX-Vf_pKyS39wk3iw7kqVnlUmSPHazsKPMWcQHCh6/s320/z40edit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587565735429311490" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnDfoxRBjh8LbhiYFnKlPyEzKm_hwO7HtOzWHRdo378v82Nzt1UH8EblQuYu4GoVlZALlamH73FP6LlkCZZ4d0novtVt0XwPWuxvntT5qYbFzMjBFzwRhWlw61HGXGOWeaVnX9VGALr8oM/s320/z35edit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587565728835502850" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm not going to write a long essay here & one picture tells a million things. So I think there's a few millions here already, ain't that enough, you ungrateful biatch :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">& <b>Yours Truly</b> drove, no pictures though D:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I love all my friends like they are family, because they are. I love you I love you I love you! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; ">♥</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-86835324097709319072011-03-21T22:31:00.003+08:002011-03-22T00:14:44.972+08:00Hair Curls and Early Wake Up Calls.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtMRZgvhhQDK-YI-dyLcqUQiXO_hQk7Ksr_aTTlO-d9ioKeUYyNDvX6_n1msvAnUPTPB872ii0M4mw7Or9o1tYKJUmPLBEutIflEijKRhoCqseIaCl9d-r1e4cMbUVqeIYjWc89bxEkfi/s320/tf9.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586543223998624370" /><div style="text-align: center;">This was from my pre-birthday hangout in 2010.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7CxCwif5Br1ksdS2RcpmuI_et_bTx1y8EW-tsJjihs7ksH73l61vE-o_I8ojMHD2pNirpxI2itCmsqGcPNgxgjTkzTfJhFIPLzmFi0zhGOVHfFIC91IQKoCJ2XSMqEAw-SgwG7q6KAxUm/s320/Pic249.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586542793899338770" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">And this is from today, 2011 on <b>Mai</b>'s birthday! :)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Look at all the difference! <b>Mai </b>was all so sweet and innocent (refer to first picture) but now she's all mean and not-so-innocent! HAHA! Just kidding, we changed, we all did. ;)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Let's see what we did today on <b>Mai</b>'s SUPER EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY`!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i>Yours Truly</i></b> was sleeping soooo nicely until she got a phone call at 9am! Sharp right at nine-o'clock. Only when my <b>Man Man Ha Ni </b>ringtone went off that I realized I have three unread messages. And the missed call was from <b>Sya</b>. Messages all told me to get ready because our ride will be in front of my house at 10am! I sat right up and called <b>Sya</b>, she said she's coming over or something, I was still half-asleep anyways and I ended up taking a shower and applying my eye-makeup!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then after another one or two more missed calls, I was ready and <b>Mai </b>showed up in front my house gate right on time and <b>Sya </b>called to tell she's on her way. I gave <b>Mai </b>her early-in-the-morning-birthday-hug! :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We went to some comic book rent place to photostat some documents then it was breakfast for me and <b>Mai </b>at <b><i>Old Town </i></b>(because <b>Sya </b>needs to head home to pass the photostated documents to her mom) before <b>Sya </b>came to pick us up again to <b>Tesco </b>to do some grocery shopping! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKE3E2Yg-_-RWKRBbEGkgd0PtvfNttDAc_LrFkU1CryoFoGr9NjdWL2PUAnV9mz0dRppFqlK1T5nvzp-ONbbrfHpQFMkbRveh9DLRrUy50MeFhwAKCFeWPkoXxvLDiCnoyHLcG0DwQPbz/s320/Pic266.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586542800757630802" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiquPU9uczT29GvpSBzDRHAEV_4ylTwdX2xuB3xbhE17ZmfqMdHPenIpUC-4DDf7ITIoFnwPb__AtUrVD0jnyJKWSvKsJIkM6PtGSZwGpxFF2eJ8oPBuxCANG-V1I4F79NBpwfQqlWE013f/s320/sssssss.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586563295282860450" /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPl_epWpN6ghLiObkFF7fi3w9opcyH3AFmzM9FkjcFzi-MvAoBKBvUdIrrHlhpvniWPnBZX9RghcvyqkxHOT6P2yDpW4_GfTtziTDh0pBMqaLw3Y9wNlpnM7a4jL4l145B4E-kCAoZZc6v/s1600/Pic257.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPl_epWpN6ghLiObkFF7fi3w9opcyH3AFmzM9FkjcFzi-MvAoBKBvUdIrrHlhpvniWPnBZX9RghcvyqkxHOT6P2yDpW4_GfTtziTDh0pBMqaLw3Y9wNlpnM7a4jL4l145B4E-kCAoZZc6v/s320/Pic257.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586542796065117202" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fE725rAdzueX6XT8gV_TYMwHC3sQUVBC_F01EM0S0Q1t-OAkO9jykUuNE5FxsvlfwwZ_EhcGRq7zZ7IGk2HxuZ33J6HOqJwjos0d5oJ_WH1Zh3DL__xlxitpIB9rtAv-08lOTK21XSrc/s1600/Pic253.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fE725rAdzueX6XT8gV_TYMwHC3sQUVBC_F01EM0S0Q1t-OAkO9jykUuNE5FxsvlfwwZ_EhcGRq7zZ7IGk2HxuZ33J6HOqJwjos0d5oJ_WH1Zh3DL__xlxitpIB9rtAv-08lOTK21XSrc/s320/Pic253.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586542786644433234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAISYARAH MAZLAN! </span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">You know I love you no matter how crazy you tend to get and how hyper you are! That's what makes you, you. Tough you have new friend and I do too, but I want you to know that you can always come to my place, my messy room and sit there and tell me your problems. But please give me a call first so that I'm awake and you're not talking to a dead/sleeping log. You can always borrow my eyeliner, but remember, I don't have mascara. You can always give me a call and we'll go out for a drink, I'll do the drinking (wink wink) and I'll make sure you get your iced-chocolate drink. You can always call me to go to the field near my place and we can talk and sing and jump all around all you want ! Love you hon, may God bless you <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; ">♥</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, you can cry now :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-57264679803042792312011-03-14T00:26:00.004+08:002011-03-14T01:16:26.481+08:00Ribbons & Secretarial Work.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_DqmL8YXPLVACkKRPpXRzPZZbmksbLGlNEkehP0A3syspyM6CK5wv2HG2DgCLDBHOmO_6EXoidit5jZCESgjvFkhZAWHQw81mvLI5UqpkqIoriw1VmFYGjw1zztxZwAi2HdbMQqCF-Y4/s320/Pic048.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583603077764904658" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">This was from <b>Mommy </b>dearest's birthday where <b>Thomas </b>led us to the wrong place and while waiting for him to come and pick us up, we camwhored :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBabAdT4Y1_XLwPJJ_7m1AVL3ttFqpLQ9uXgfk9Q4CV5marAH3CDpOUKhg9-51bhjPRrtcna2XKhrnbQ9p_HlVnhrGyhvoSOkW3dMS0K4B3pFLbqhp3VLg11fuvlKQpv2COP8wDH5bjWFE/s1600/Pic156.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBabAdT4Y1_XLwPJJ_7m1AVL3ttFqpLQ9uXgfk9Q4CV5marAH3CDpOUKhg9-51bhjPRrtcna2XKhrnbQ9p_HlVnhrGyhvoSOkW3dMS0K4B3pFLbqhp3VLg11fuvlKQpv2COP8wDH5bjWFE/s320/Pic156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583603090341310082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">That day, <b>Thomas Dai Lou </b>bought rice from <b>Vanggey</b>! Woot woot ! Spicy like no other! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJeAHi8li3BcdUs-ro_WK2MyNyn-zAz9j0kRfHp-9fvyCN97tWABOq7arWdMxS2Qwbc_UieJ3iRy_HbHwhJJiQ53ESXXh6tIIbaFWAiJ3Q28zkad6bxmj4z2QbCVzZvt5yd47o4opxDi5/s1600/Pic165.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJeAHi8li3BcdUs-ro_WK2MyNyn-zAz9j0kRfHp-9fvyCN97tWABOq7arWdMxS2Qwbc_UieJ3iRy_HbHwhJJiQ53ESXXh6tIIbaFWAiJ3Q28zkad6bxmj4z2QbCVzZvt5yd47o4opxDi5/s320/Pic165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583603086504470674" /></a><b>Miss Fish</b> dropped by one night! She taught me a lesson: Fishies drink seawater! & she's one fishie that drinks beer and uses tissue! :D<div><br /><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbAULB0odViZSGKyD-EjkkaXR9Gy6U0gFCaFB0koRs01DZRiI6cL2jrsMO5I6zbzpZiVbbviAEbRbNCsj9yqrQ0FYmm-fN1AeA_Mrt_-p95OJzSxZp6z1qnOdLqe0qMEgG-rH2AZL6_G9/s1600/Pic184.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbAULB0odViZSGKyD-EjkkaXR9Gy6U0gFCaFB0koRs01DZRiI6cL2jrsMO5I6zbzpZiVbbviAEbRbNCsj9yqrQ0FYmm-fN1AeA_Mrt_-p95OJzSxZp6z1qnOdLqe0qMEgG-rH2AZL6_G9/s320/Pic184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583603083465829602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">First<b> Black Label </b>night, before ! No after picture because it looks too horrible to be shown and the quality is really bad. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinpVpZ9YNSHri81DVQeCvhSbMEMIPryufV89NDWnUK8y5zYOLYDg0_dWJYU8a71X_mYofnB6ZBqdZXK1u5nT4WDwdrZ6dj-K3g1z7ckHSA3KiIFPeXekfcQN9TO9JpEnec2Z4V3GXHibSa/s320/Pic167.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But here's the driving home after the<b> </b>second<b> BL </b>session :D Look at the time, 12 something in the AM! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh, <b><i>Yours Truly</i></b> passed her driving test !!!!!!! But <b>Yee Leng</b> still won't let me drive her car! She offered the <b>Unser </b>but I didn't want to drive that huge car!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just did some online shopping and heck, I shouldn't do it anymore! HAHA! I'm one big spender! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I would love to Happy-Birthday-Shoutout here! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NAZIRUL SYAZWANI</b> a.k.a.<b> Cha'oi! </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">An awesome deskmate and friend when I stepped into the so called honeymoon year in school. Had lots of great times together even though it wasn't for long! I miss you so much & I wish you with all my heart the best in everything ! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >♥</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ROCKYYYYYYYYY! </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">One of my ex-colleague from <b>Brewster's</b>! The experiences shared and things taught, I'll never forget any of it! Thanks and I wish you all the best in life! Have a blast man! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Gah, sleepy, got to go, I left my make up bag in <b>Brewster's</b>! Shizzz! Luckily I have my baby oil in my room, if not I'll wake up a zombie tomorrow morning! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I love you, do you know? ;)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-56848838037226382222011-03-04T13:19:00.009+08:002011-03-04T15:30:26.296+08:00Necessity.<div style="text-align: left;">Never knew getting out takes so much planning! HAHA! It was <b>Thomas</b>' birthday party and <b>Yee Leng</b>, <b>Kevin </b>and I went in the same car.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Kevin </b>was a paranoid kid! LOL! <b>Yee Leng</b> and I had to go through a ride full of real bad Cantonese directions, but it was cute! Really entertaining! (: The high lights were on and we passed by a police car but didn't notice until <b>Kevin</b> told us. Oh well.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid-SidakJBt0LnafrqlAI6EqMohrHKsThyphenhyphenOtzyBJRwB19TtIDeNO5e0YyhSpf59oZKYKenxS9ZtRN8gBWUbfRqBnioWIqPZsJMIO5BQWDnxDZW_qRFrI5NRrf5lx459uSvhGo7HA6oXsE3/s320/Untitled-1jj.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580105706002065378" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">2 <b>Sotplaks </b>+ 1 Paranoid <b>Kevin</b>= <b>Thomas</b>' Birthday! </div><div><br /></div><div>Later on, checked out my phone's map because <b>Thomas</b>' house = so confusing to get to! In the end, needed <b>Thomas </b>to lead the way out all to <b>McD</b>. That dude switched on the whole siren thing which was super cool; would have been even cooler if he cleared the road for us! HAHA!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Reached home and <b>Dad </b>was amused how we actually got lost around <b>Pengkalan </b>area and needed a guide out.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some <b>Brewster's</b> pictures to do the talking. </div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHf6kbOkb6ef701_Jh8aZD3i_Bdw2HcPZZR7hyXkKX7N6vvTNOpDvj_8CGtmOx_ZPPcxd7L4WG1UjyIX50L13JjetFVpDvj6JtO2HZpV_fbOsM9v0lW1oAhePEM8wUqpDqpxAj4sliZuK1/s1600/DSC00734.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHf6kbOkb6ef701_Jh8aZD3i_Bdw2HcPZZR7hyXkKX7N6vvTNOpDvj_8CGtmOx_ZPPcxd7L4WG1UjyIX50L13JjetFVpDvj6JtO2HZpV_fbOsM9v0lW1oAhePEM8wUqpDqpxAj4sliZuK1/s320/DSC00734.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580102045203047634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">When we had to work from morning, this would be our daily face washing routine ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOjMmfUb0r3hrTe3OhN_KIwEYYtwZ_clXCWBPWJIXIsZgaCIp_NhviQOQ_bhvjpMqCamnrErbi2D87edjXct1VFeIHz1vzH7RBiDKkL64GA83Up_yzzuC6gXJFEDYaLHqObjDAWGpROCUg/s1600/Pic093.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOjMmfUb0r3hrTe3OhN_KIwEYYtwZ_clXCWBPWJIXIsZgaCIp_NhviQOQ_bhvjpMqCamnrErbi2D87edjXct1VFeIHz1vzH7RBiDKkL64GA83Up_yzzuC6gXJFEDYaLHqObjDAWGpROCUg/s320/Pic093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580099996813254690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ah Cong</b>'s specs. 8)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnYHXMvLZlZt1vBxvEetF3q49rB8k3tAxspkU4JDOMw0rpAv8fZ3_wKKbcMlOfELtEbTAYUhMDKZXB-bGQ1tKDfDwT3WQCm5jWbfZ3u89-yya4xc8NVYueDuwGt4jRN-QwQxUp_boW7q1u/s1600/Pic053.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnYHXMvLZlZt1vBxvEetF3q49rB8k3tAxspkU4JDOMw0rpAv8fZ3_wKKbcMlOfELtEbTAYUhMDKZXB-bGQ1tKDfDwT3WQCm5jWbfZ3u89-yya4xc8NVYueDuwGt4jRN-QwQxUp_boW7q1u/s320/Pic053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580099991354222802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I see many many foreign beers, you see? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEKOBcoT19hyphenhyphengZs0OnmqPfqOaAznbFqiBr0yNvO5sbRKO5VItbBHiBNPggTFSCXOb8LYwCyU7zq-LlfeCYn3V2xQXyLXw_e33LK4q0qV7y1cFIrHP-90FcbrECNBHisaT2-WvWiWst13M/s1600/Pic073.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEKOBcoT19hyphenhyphengZs0OnmqPfqOaAznbFqiBr0yNvO5sbRKO5VItbBHiBNPggTFSCXOb8LYwCyU7zq-LlfeCYn3V2xQXyLXw_e33LK4q0qV7y1cFIrHP-90FcbrECNBHisaT2-WvWiWst13M/s320/Pic073.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580099986723391250" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Last driving lesson, before heading to <b>Brewster's</b>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEKOBcoT19hyphenhyphengZs0OnmqPfqOaAznbFqiBr0yNvO5sbRKO5VItbBHiBNPggTFSCXOb8LYwCyU7zq-LlfeCYn3V2xQXyLXw_e33LK4q0qV7y1cFIrHP-90FcbrECNBHisaT2-WvWiWst13M/s1600/Pic073.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlxHZSXgyC-ueR9d20-hBRfBjXsze0in7RsdSLv79bS_4hcO1FvIoBDWJs1VztDqQdgjfoYioFBWUjpnt1bEluKpKSf2twkGE2SPlVl9KKI8BvAi1_2p8bpZNKNWlK_IY7lY0vSVchqXbX/s1600/Pic105.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlxHZSXgyC-ueR9d20-hBRfBjXsze0in7RsdSLv79bS_4hcO1FvIoBDWJs1VztDqQdgjfoYioFBWUjpnt1bEluKpKSf2twkGE2SPlVl9KKI8BvAi1_2p8bpZNKNWlK_IY7lY0vSVchqXbX/s320/Pic105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580099987412623986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Was so bored during break time, so... LOL.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-20254676379869320512011-02-22T16:05:00.004+08:002011-02-22T17:17:23.090+08:00Polaroid Pictures.Back after weeks of double shifts and I'm proud to say; I'M STILL SURVIVING!<div><br /></div><div>Here are some recaps.<br /><div><br /></div><div>-Watched two movies: <b>The Mechanic</b>, <b>Shaolin </b>then <b>Sanctum</b>. </div><div><br /></div><div>-Had quality time/lunch with <b>Dad </b>two days straight. :)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>-The butterfly is fully healed. </div><div><br /></div><div>-Had a really fucked up <b>Valentine's Day</b> minus the surprises.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Got a ring so pretty, my wedding ring will be of that kind. </div><div><br /></div><div>-Oh, I had an enjoyable <b>CHINESE NEW YEAR</b>! </div><div><br /></div><div>-I learned a lot about things, about people and the ugly truth of the human nature.</div><div><br /></div><div>Will have some pic-spam here ! :D</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">@<b>Wan Bang</b>'s place.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4_9XLZOSNuPJOXh0CXCrLDuGW91omN-WhGT6Dn3GDJwQcFmS8LfF7IEUDdzR6quzNCTUCCQ0aqcxkqI8FAHjaTnE54aQ7lVsP-uLo3IsIoPWgdfXvkUgJeYiHIBhVTKs612mNhiawrJj/s1600/wan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4_9XLZOSNuPJOXh0CXCrLDuGW91omN-WhGT6Dn3GDJwQcFmS8LfF7IEUDdzR6quzNCTUCCQ0aqcxkqI8FAHjaTnE54aQ7lVsP-uLo3IsIoPWgdfXvkUgJeYiHIBhVTKs612mNhiawrJj/s320/wan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576436777653535858" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't be fooled by the logo, it's no <b>McD </b>coke, it's beer ;p</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFJZ_7a0yNdsjbcpScza7JFjGyJJELjXcnm70zj4yjPlwZV4CZBp9KCDFpHqrfdq2b5_SMhUH0lVdKqeMrNuUYRHyu4OKBpKnBqKlrJl-mxKEh0rF-Y42fRxWgH1d30rt4AzULFgvRHto/s1600/pedit2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFJZ_7a0yNdsjbcpScza7JFjGyJJELjXcnm70zj4yjPlwZV4CZBp9KCDFpHqrfdq2b5_SMhUH0lVdKqeMrNuUYRHyu4OKBpKnBqKlrJl-mxKEh0rF-Y42fRxWgH1d30rt4AzULFgvRHto/s320/pedit2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576436773226433186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">@<b>Starbucks </b>with <b>Ein</b>. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRqdz7zMNjSq2UULU5HSVvtDQzDvO9LI2do_U1jxJYiASaCQuV2zxS8uMvpW7OTOarHDlxZBdLTpJt4oPea3aSdLtgs6QM7dM-Od3DO21QyT7KZUNQtar0K-3-u4YxZl7bwTgoNJDvgyA/s1600/wedit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRqdz7zMNjSq2UULU5HSVvtDQzDvO9LI2do_U1jxJYiASaCQuV2zxS8uMvpW7OTOarHDlxZBdLTpJt4oPea3aSdLtgs6QM7dM-Od3DO21QyT7KZUNQtar0K-3-u4YxZl7bwTgoNJDvgyA/s320/wedit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576427670957813378" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeEpBpoqYnwIP963zVCzI9CfQQnL4pT5bVBoz2EfMOlyYxc2d3u1a5X8kOk8Qlqare7Q2pcCXxmCuJPdqWdzHPci6w-ewKIVV4a6UQpeEgV_2QhWAYzLPZ_LU8_8Rixatzx3Y8uSmoxH_/s1600/sedit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeEpBpoqYnwIP963zVCzI9CfQQnL4pT5bVBoz2EfMOlyYxc2d3u1a5X8kOk8Qlqare7Q2pcCXxmCuJPdqWdzHPci6w-ewKIVV4a6UQpeEgV_2QhWAYzLPZ_LU8_8Rixatzx3Y8uSmoxH_/s320/sedit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576427666561809282" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3jtteOCP2XsqLY0AoX1OKJmkZQczGccyiiIsNf6b1dkhZzeGYjRY03JkTTk3mEax1qQOYT_lcUMm2MhFPPcPYNCzu17ELzRbWH7U3t0CGsflOXNVf37CrOgMj1Kgx2YKORpZ6pGGwyzR0/s1600/takeedit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3jtteOCP2XsqLY0AoX1OKJmkZQczGccyiiIsNf6b1dkhZzeGYjRY03JkTTk3mEax1qQOYT_lcUMm2MhFPPcPYNCzu17ELzRbWH7U3t0CGsflOXNVf37CrOgMj1Kgx2YKORpZ6pGGwyzR0/s320/takeedit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576427659773524354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Movies with <b>Ein</b>. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8k06m1UmskuGNWcIZ2VYXdJj7MdcLmEK2QZbF5vaULXg18u_0iaqtu5kravBep_4x3kfyFMVY-nQwuFzUf180t_9CY2NKp0VkoMIzlo_vOK5GSaIg5GVU1bnLhyphenhyphenBSwtzSSKKbUFx1dsu/s1600/edited2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8k06m1UmskuGNWcIZ2VYXdJj7MdcLmEK2QZbF5vaULXg18u_0iaqtu5kravBep_4x3kfyFMVY-nQwuFzUf180t_9CY2NKp0VkoMIzlo_vOK5GSaIg5GVU1bnLhyphenhyphenBSwtzSSKKbUFx1dsu/s320/edited2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576427655611795714" /></a>There's more but sadly, procrastination is my middle name :) </div><div>& I need to Polaroid-picture everything !<br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-26318544286623813402011-02-03T03:40:00.004+08:002011-02-09T00:06:48.406+08:00Firecrackers!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(39, 78, 19); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; "><b>GONG XI FA CAI</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; "><b>PENNY CHONG SHU QI</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; "><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; ">she is the best chinese girls I ever known. she does not like others typical chinese girl who love to be friend with their own races more than knowing other races. we start to be close to each other when we're in Form 4. she sit behind me and since then we're getting closer to each other as the time passes. we also always be together whenever the teacher ask us to form a group. indeed, she is the best english essay writer in every exam. total mark of our SPM continuous writing is 50 and she always got 40 marks and above which is my friend and I are hardly to get it. I always love to read her essay because her essay will turn out to be something that I never imagine about it even the title are the same ! I always adore you dear. and I wish you the best in future.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; "> much love, skinny zerra </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; "> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; "> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 24px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; ">♥</span></b></span></div></span><br /><br />So, no matter what you say, she's the best! ;)<div>I love her and all my friends for that! You guys know who you are. I would trade anything to have just one more day with you guys! </div><div><br /></div><div>Mom and Dad totally woke us up with firecrackers! = =</div><div><br /></div><div>It's 3.5AM now & I just came home from <b>MP </b>after a last minute call from <b>Annie</b>. Met new people & learned A LOT of things. HAHA. </div><div><br />Ah, I'm tired and there's no pictures because they're all in<b> Joanne</b>'s DSLR. Will get them from her soon! (:</div><div><br /></div><div>Good night guys, <b>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!</b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-79062182831971743532011-02-02T01:07:00.003+08:002011-02-02T16:49:45.243+08:00A butterfly and cherry blossoms.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>These are some of the photos from the farewell hangout; too lazy to edit them so I just fixed the contrast.<div style="text-align: center;">At <b>Kbox</b>.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsenyml5ZLaczue_qy7VcJmnjrcaUh_DGWNKXkFj-NT8iCGeewyOWmJA-JtfYJm4fLFE8Hzdhz5x1C8Gbg_866JJYX65zXFNgoVNUIa4HM1AkT_4UJpB7anA4Fg7QGLb6bzchDxGjKOFI9/s320/bb5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569011398082411618" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Jerall </b>; the hyper one! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiujJXqVjOEVZGjPdjXOoSjXeSqYxTe4VwK_nAzaYIdxfg9XH58U9ZfOgVH2YhdYgDZn5QNay9168XyA0xjlKZsps0QA4K9FfIR-_si6k7OKvo_3zqv8PkVjr3rx2sGk_2zWEEZhZN_44/s320/bb6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568769619511206866" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Annie</b>; the super fair one! ;p</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnki6tfE90nY-tkXVoBPwG2USrm-5zNzEGWgpgu_GU4qKTZk6hAtMFwAfJ0iH36F_9LAZIRt0mmFxhZL_BG3bmE_z_QhCpkmGA86_iIKR6m7iDA4j0ZVyipvJ4i5r7P7muMJromgWNRKpq/s320/bb2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568769617987012898" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Yee Leng</b>; still sober.</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">At <b>Barbeza</b>.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdBVkZc6Ed0RK_9r0TNSdFP-oUOgwmYiLmGYlPK5pyY87yxWL6ldxMbSt-g-dZBZJ1Z5nUmSC4jPgxossWeLQsyt_LDdoL7ly2lrM60y2chzuILXi7XsBTpORff5adl-Ei-dwuI6xjHh_E/s320/bb3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568769630932451618" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Yee Leng</b>; after a couple of beers. (Shall we compare the sober and un-sober picture! Even <b><i>Yours Truly</i></b> looks UN-SOBER. LOL.) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDHPqUF5CGyxSRRUaWXl8d1VW4eOK2be5kGcLHVbm61j19GFe11J0u3gPCYydQu8T7GtNC7RCG6M3PSgxEoCxts7mErgHEQG8kGhBcQj3-w6o72L_HLJCSdsevtoFj79QI_F9TmQehq7J/s320/bb4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568769626601783042" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Joachim</b>; the main character. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm41WsVe6MR8PFAYhXmBuTQylbgLcCRIAg-i_-ul3fDs36EbpZfv0LUpwbRCEozVq1-xLEzD4w5ldnGVIh-wxKwhluzd2PzgfNhmCwBq-V-GxCWOFplfoUzbtm-zh626-sU2HXiwEIBp55/s320/bb1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568769621006160930" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Smita</b>; the psycho awesomeness! :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My appointment with <b>Tiffany </b>went well and had a great afternoon with <b>Mai</b>; eating and wasting money! Haha! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The pain reminds me of when I used to cut, it's the exact level of pain, but this time it turned out pretty and not full of scars. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-35808641211720461062011-02-01T01:06:00.004+08:002011-02-02T01:31:35.857+08:00Love the way you lie.Monday was<b> Joachim</b>'s farewell. Went to <b><i>Parade </i></b>to walk with <b>Ong </b>and <b>Janice </b>then headed to <b>Jusco </b>to meet up with all the others. At <b><i>Kbox</i></b>, it took me a while before singing. <b>Joachim</b>, <b>Annie</b>, <b>Jerall</b>, <b>Yee Leng </b>& <b>Ong </b>were present. <div><br /></div><div>Later then we went to <b><i>Barbeza </i></b>to meet up with <b>Rocky </b>and <b>Auntie J </b>& to eat. The pizzas are amazing! Like seriously! ;) <b>Uncle James</b> arrived later, then <b>Smita</b>. Oh, so did<b> Mr. Unicorponny</b>. Had <b><i>Tiger</i> </b>beer, <i><b>Piña colada</b> </i>& ended with <i><b>Gin Tonic</b>.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Joachim </b>sent me home smelling like <i><b>Malboro </b></i>and different cigarettes all over. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll have my hands on the pictures as soon as possible! </div><div><br /></div><div>Bye, need to go out early tomorrow! An appointment with <b>Tiffany</b>! I want it done as soon as possible!! ;)</div><div><b></b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-949130352585715662011-01-30T01:40:00.003+08:002013-10-23T19:18:55.370+08:00Starbucks.<b>WHAT WAS YOUR:</b><br />
1. Last beverage: Ice Lemon Tea ;)<br />
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2. Last phone call: Daddy.<br />
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3. Last text message: Annie, but no credit to reply.<br />
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4. Last song you listened to: 'Chai Shen Dao' in Yee Leng's car. LOL.<br />
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5. Last time you cried: The night I was drunk, I was shitfuck scared that I cried.<br />
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<b>HAVE YOU EVER:</b><br />
6. Dated someone twice: Never dated.<br />
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7. Been cheated on: No, never dated.<br />
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8. Kissed someone and regretted it: They were for games and there's nothing to regret.<br />
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9. Lost someone special: Yes.<br />
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10. Been depressed: Refer to my posts.<br />
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11. Been drunk and threw up: Drunk; yes, threw up; yes, during the hangover. ;/<br />
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<b>LIST TWO FAVORITE COLOURS:</b><br />
12. Red.<br />
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13. White.<br />
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<b>THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2011)</b><br />
14. Made a new friend: Yes! More than one :)<br />
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15. Fallen in love: No.<br />
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16. Laughed until you cried: Not yet.<br />
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17. Met someone who changed you: Yes.<br />
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18. Found out who your true friends were: I'm getting there.<br />
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19. Found out someone was talking about you: Of course.<br />
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20. Kissed anyone on your friend's list accidentally : This year? No, not yet.<br />
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<b>ABOUT YOU</b><br />
21. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Three quarters.<br />
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22. How many kids do you want to have: Two, just two.<br />
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23. Do you have any pets: My own? Nooo, that's sad right?<br />
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24. Do you wanna change your name: Never, I love it :)<br />
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25. What did you do for your last birthday: I don't remember, serious, I need to have a party sometime.<br />
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26. What time did you wake up today: 10.30AM, but left the house LATE.<br />
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27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Chatting online.<br />
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28. Name something you CANNOT wait for: Tuesday!<br />
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29. Last time you saw your Mother: A few minutes ago, which reminds me I need to bathe; she nagged about it!<br />
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30. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Nothing, nothing at all. :)<br />
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32. What are you listening to right now: My brother talking to me.<br />
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33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Thomas yes, Tom no. Haha!<br />
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34. What's getting on your nerves right now: How sore my legs are but I'm too lazy to do anything about it.<br />
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35. Most visited webpage: Facebook, Livejournal, Blogger, Youtube<br />
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36. What's your real name: Penny Chong Shu Qi.<br />
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37. What's your nickname: Miss, Aminah, QiQi, PennyQi, Shu Qi, TVB (= =")<br />
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38. Relationship Status: Single.<br />
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39. Zodiac sign: Libra, I insist!<br />
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40. Male or female: Female.<br />
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41. Elementary school: RPS.<br />
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42. Middle School: RPS.<br />
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43. High school/college: RPS/Hopefully Raffles :)<br />
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44. Hair colour: Dyed brownish.<br />
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45. Long or short: Long but too short for my liking.<br />
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46. Height: 168cm only.<br />
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47. Do you have a crush on someone: Nope.<br />
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48: What do you like about yourself: Well, myself!<br />
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49. Piercings: Eyebrow, tongue, helix, lobe.<br />
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50. Tattoos: ;) Soon?<br />
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51. Righty or lefty: Righty.<br />
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<b>FIRSTS :</b><br />
52. First surgery: Yet to come. <br />
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53. First piercing: 5 year old.<br />
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54. First best friend: Abby/Reshween.<br />
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55. First sport you joined in: Netball.<br />
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56. First vacation: Genting, when I was still in a stroller! Haha!<br />
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58. First pair of trainers: How am I supposed to remember that?<br />
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59. Eating: Nothing.<br />
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60. Drinking: Nothing.<br />
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61. I'm about to: Bathe, then sleep.<br />
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62. Listening to: Still listening to my brother talk.<br />
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63. Waiting for: Tuesday! ( How many times do I have to say that?)<br />
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<b>YOUR FUTURE :</b><br />
64. Want kids: Yes, yes.<br />
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65. Get Married: Of course.<br />
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66. Career: We'll see.<br />
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<b>WHICH IS BETTER :</b><br />
67. Lips or eyes: The smile; how the lips form a smile and how the eyes twinkle when he smiles.<br />
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68. Hugs or kisses: Hugs.<br />
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69. Shorter or taller: Doesn't matter. (:<br />
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70. Older or Younger: It doesn't matter.<br />
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71. Romantic or spontaneous: It's not too greedy to ask for both.<br />
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72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms, to hold me and hug me :)<br />
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73. Sensitive or loud: Depends on the situation.<br />
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74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationships only pls.<br />
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75. Trouble maker or hesitant: Gosh, neither!</div>
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<b>HAVE YOU EVER :</b><br />
76. Kissed a stranger: Yes, yes, we all did, just admit it.<br />
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77. Drank hard liquor: Yes, joke of the year.<br />
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78. Lost your glasses/ contact: Yes, my contacts!!! Shitty small transparent thing!<br />
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79. Sex on first date: Never dated.<br />
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80. Broken someone's heart: Yes, all the time and I get mine broken the same so we're tied.<br />
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82. Been arrested: No.<br />
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83. Turned someone down: Yes.<br />
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84. Cried when someone died: No, I couldn't; am I bad?<br />
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85. Fallen for a friend: I've love all my friend, so yes?<br />
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<b>DO YOU BELIEVE IN:</b><br />
86. Yourself: Yes but I have doubts, so no.<br />
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87. Miracles: A little.<br />
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88. Love at first sight: Yea.<br />
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89. Heaven: Yes, I want to go there someday. (:<br />
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90. Santa Claus: I want to. D:<br />
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91. Kiss on the first date: It's okay.<br />
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92. Angels: Yes. Yes I do.<br />
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<b>ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:</b><br />
94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: No.<br />
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95. Did you sing today: Haha! Yes!<br />
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96. Ever cheated on somebody: No.<br />
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97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go: No, I want to be where I am now.<br />
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98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be: The last day of SPM, I shopped till my legs hurt! HAHA!<br />
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99. Are you afraid of falling in love: Yes, very.<br />
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100. Posting this as 100 truths: Okay okay, that's not exactly a question but yes. </div>
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Went to <b>Starbucks </b>with <b>Ein </b>this afternoon after picking up the design from <b>Joachim</b>. Was going to disturb <b>Mr. Unicorponny</b> longer if not because my phone battery was running low. </div>
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Will have a second appointment with <b>Tiffany </b>this Tuesday :)</div>
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Farewell on Monday, yo.</div>
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I'm lazy, bye. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-75849386898481594692011-01-27T00:55:00.005+08:002011-01-27T01:56:05.650+08:00Unicorponnies.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><blockquote>其实我害怕,你的心里还住了其他的人。<br /><br />其实我害怕,时间久了,你会慢慢冷淡我。<br /><br />其实我害怕,你会不爱我。<br /><br />其实我害怕,我说分手的时候,你不再挽留。<br /><br />其实我害怕,在我生气的时候,你不再哄我。<br /><br /><br />我想成为你的第一个人<br /><br />我可以不是你第一个喜欢的人<br /><br />我可以不是你第一个牵手的人<br /><br />我可以不是你第一个拥抱的人<br /><br />我可以不是你第一个亲吻的人<br /><br />我可以不是你第一个拥有的人<br /><br />我可以,可以,可以不是你的种种第一<br /><br />但是<br /><br />我希望<br /><br />我可以是你遇到痛苦,第一个想倾诉的人<br /><br />我可以是你遇到快乐,第一个想分享的人<br /><br />我可以是你遇到挫折,第一个能依赖的人<br /><br />我可以是你今生以后,第一个可以相伴的人<br /><br />我真的可以是你心中某一个可以“第一”的人<br /><br />所以<br /><br />请将你心里的某个“第一”放心的交给我<br /><br />我会是将它紧紧守护的“第一个人”</blockquote><br /><div><br /></div><div><b>Wan Bang </b>didn't arrive early as promised, he didn't really promise but he made me get up early and head down to <b>Brewster's</b>. He was late because of<b> Yong Kit</b>, totally forgiven because he has a great smile. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Watched '<b>Great Day</b>' with <b>Hon Sum</b>, <b>Kelly </b>& <b>Yen Wei</b>. Funny shizz! Almost got me teary eyed if not because it was so cold.</div><div><br /></div><div>Went to work after that and that's pretty much it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Wasn't in the mood the whole evening because of the whole period cramp crap. Speeding after work was great though! Not fast enough! </div><div><br /></div><div>Will be working double shifts tomorrow, so see ya. </div><div><br /></div><div>Woah, notice how every paragraph starts with a 'W'? That's cool. Haha. ;)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdKTt3oFRDXKsej5bKEscnVxz7G8M3CDaX0mcp9fTf5H2pA7_vNfy8psNDneroP-ljucY2JqVVhmxhOu_n4qQAw4PRK2OJ_zmPcsVI8TMChWnnaEIzmoIZUouUWRs3aMPfP5wswwX1tL_/s320/ywedit.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Toodles. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-81225549970087270592011-01-24T22:23:00.003+08:002011-01-24T23:22:40.402+08:00Like a G6.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7t0b5n5rGCMstrTWru1g10CuqdrUCZ2w1p8K-Q0PcHGSqAcM4hw1OEtH2LtBOfR7uIFa3eMMK15E5Xw8bn4UHwdytwkfSR0-QsgmLI2iJbWu1Zsjo0XyUDdxbtF2dfM1GH9ZrSbCfyRT/s1600/onestep.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7t0b5n5rGCMstrTWru1g10CuqdrUCZ2w1p8K-Q0PcHGSqAcM4hw1OEtH2LtBOfR7uIFa3eMMK15E5Xw8bn4UHwdytwkfSR0-QsgmLI2iJbWu1Zsjo0XyUDdxbtF2dfM1GH9ZrSbCfyRT/s320/onestep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565773085860941586" /></a><br />My driving was a total shit ass crap but who cares! I don't, really! I just need to be as good to pass!!!!<div><br /></div><div>'<b>Faster</b>' starring<b> Dwayne Johnson</b>? The action is nice but hell no, not the storyline, it ended to fast. So it's not recommended yeah. But if hanging out with <b>Yee Leng</b>, <b>Joachim</b>, <b>Rocky </b>& <b>Annie</b>? Totally recommended. :) Sure wish I stayed longer,<b> Wan Bang</b> came super late though, according to <b>Joachim</b>, he lives the closest to <b>Parade</b>. = =</div><div><br />For real, when <b>Thomas </b>called, I had no idea it was him! The phone call was funny... He called to join him and <b>Kevin </b>at MP but we had to leave soon to send<b> Yee Wen</b>, so we declined. Next time maybe! Haha!<br /><div><br /></div><div>No pictures, another small regret but there'll be chances soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, I'm a proud Hakka! ;)</div><div><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-89872332143406062372011-01-24T01:09:00.004+08:002011-01-24T02:06:06.190+08:00Franziskaner !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOTm3JzvXe4lSq9Ne2d19SouFjoL4BXm8K1tpBk2pPZgz4t0L0AFBPxH93gkdG52Uw8QZ61GLMUH-MKm2jQEajMIJnrDUUDumrEHMf4ZgmeRP9JPC4h-7XAFzdbJGQk031xq9UctLGEJS/s1600/xo4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOTm3JzvXe4lSq9Ne2d19SouFjoL4BXm8K1tpBk2pPZgz4t0L0AFBPxH93gkdG52Uw8QZ61GLMUH-MKm2jQEajMIJnrDUUDumrEHMf4ZgmeRP9JPC4h-7XAFzdbJGQk031xq9UctLGEJS/s320/xo4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565442751442268386" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Here's a random picture of me and the crazy one, Evelyn! </div><div><br /></div>Thanks for taking the drinks in my place! If not I would already be dead by now! That's what friends are for! Thanks, <b>HS</b>! :)<div><br /></div><div>Well, I'll be posting now since tomorrow I'll have a busy day ahead, busier than when I work! I'll be going to the bank in the morning, then driving lesson after that and then movie with the guys and girls & then attend my nephew's firsttttt birthday! :D</div><div><br /></div><div>Today was fun when<b> Yee Leng</b> and I tried to sneak drinks for <b>Jerall</b>!</div><div><br /></div><div>Gah, too lazy to continue typing. I'll just sign off with a happy schooling day to those who still needs to go to school and have an awesome new week ahead for those who're school-free! Hehe! </div><div><br /></div><div>Find me at Brewster's if you're bored and if you miss me! ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll be at RPS on Thursday afternoon and Saturday morning. Ahem. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-90194051759736359522011-01-21T00:24:00.006+08:002011-01-24T00:50:22.732+08:00Miss AK47 in the house!!<blockquote>Bourbon Whiskey<br />Brandy<br />Cointreau<br />Gin<br />Lime<br />Rum<br />Vodka<br />Whiskey<br />Soda Water</blockquote><br />With all that you'll get? <b>AK47! </b><div><br /><div><b>Kah Weng</b> bought us staff a few rounds of drinks! Wootsss!! <b>Jayson </b>from <b>Baliz </b>became our temporary bartender! Cocktails for all! Haha! </div><div><br /></div><div>Got me so fucktarded drunk I woke up with all clipped off memories of last night and bruises here and there! </div><div><br /></div><div>Found out I'm a hugger when I get drunk! Daaaaamn.</div><div><br /></div><div>Went to work with a terrible hangover, vomited twice then continued setting up until 12 before I really 'woke up'. & <b>Joachim </b>gave me a new nickname; <b>Mrs. AK47</b>. But I prefer 'Miss' so, it's <b>Miss AK47</b> from now onwards! Haha! </div><div><br /></div><div>NOW, <b>Yours Truly</b> needs to stay a good girl for two weeks, if not, it's seriously <b>Cinderella</b> for me...</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-80612792634912579862011-01-17T11:48:00.006+08:002011-01-17T20:16:37.931+08:00I never liked Mondays.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewVShizEogndtgkWDoQtWlGKYXattC0KhE0sNjeqAxIRU4Sxm2XBzym_EtFTknWUf73DCEYRZ7IvxAL8RYztp3rgTyzJB_SAaUrJxX8bWW7AylDtu9SU_q39NCuLuDd2WwC9KYeuOUZvg/s1600/parade.jpg9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewVShizEogndtgkWDoQtWlGKYXattC0KhE0sNjeqAxIRU4Sxm2XBzym_EtFTknWUf73DCEYRZ7IvxAL8RYztp3rgTyzJB_SAaUrJxX8bWW7AylDtu9SU_q39NCuLuDd2WwC9KYeuOUZvg/s320/parade.jpg9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563110710060753938" /></a><br />Hey bitches, it's another Monday; so I promise a post. <div><br /></div><div>Went out with <b>Yee Leng</b>, <b>Kelly</b>, <b>Honsum</b>, <b>Johnny </b>and <b>Sing Chee</b> yesterday.<b> Evelyn </b>joined us later. <b>'Season of the Witch' </b>with <b>Yee Leng</b> and <b>Kbox </b>with the rest. I always thought I looked matured enough to pass 18+ movies. I always did for <b>'Jennifer's Body'</b> and etc. but apparently not for <b>'Season of the Witch'. </b></div><div><br /></div><div>---</div><div><br /></div><div>Devastation?</div><div><br /></div><div>Agony?</div><div><br /></div><div>Vain?</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Hatred</i>? </div><div><br /></div><div>Depression? </div><div><br /></div><div><i>DISAPPOINTMENT?</i></div><div><br />I'm not sure, but one of those or the mixture of some of those drove me into the wicked claws of alcohol last night. Sent me down the deepest layer of hell. Never would have thought that I could get drunk or disappointed. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hey, my <b>Heroes of the Earth</b>, wish I could have been there for you like you are always there for me during those bitchtarded moments. I'll also <i>try </i>to make an effort not to call you only when I THINK I am drunk. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I hate you, you should know that but you're too oblivious ignoring my presence to let me let you know. But I told you in the end. </div><div><br /></div><div>I loathe you, you should know that too but maybe there's a reason I never managed to let you know. That I couldn't tell you. </div><div><br /></div><div>I... Yeah, that. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-63743549833548510312011-01-10T14:31:00.003+08:002011-01-10T17:09:05.827+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUvviUBoOie5zHtz_AILrHBqwubVuAWd-rdi7svzcmCIIeKPjxxjRkfSTPx61XdGoEwR12KYmvTMRuiGM-dWzEcbUes0JieqV3zhI82qdxCv9LE5KJF_gQBg8yxyaPshukD6WMA-8p30N/s1600/thewhatever.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUvviUBoOie5zHtz_AILrHBqwubVuAWd-rdi7svzcmCIIeKPjxxjRkfSTPx61XdGoEwR12KYmvTMRuiGM-dWzEcbUes0JieqV3zhI82qdxCv9LE5KJF_gQBg8yxyaPshukD6WMA-8p30N/s320/thewhatever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560443462337976754" /></a><br />Work. You learn about people with different life backgrounds, different experiences and different personalities. In my case, they're people with a whole lot of different experiences from different countries even. It's nice. So here's my work experience. :)<div><br /></div><div>Been out of touch with people from school, I need to find some time for them but I guess, this is life after school. Not awesome but life goes on.</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess I'll only have time to blog every Mondays since they're my day-offs. And my fan-fictions also. No inspiration at all and my designs. :( I need more time.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Life is never easy, you survive if you learn how to. </i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-61172515857457694302011-01-04T16:17:00.005+08:002011-01-05T13:05:41.531+08:00Curse you, puppeteer.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhEe33HeKkgEuHua_dNamIyftl9BU7dn4gzf9cZUsJ5mQzRg8G2PlG0BC73NptxkVlX0-WId7V9h-_woCa0xtKp_0KDYCORNIFqjfaGQgEooGQc0wKkVqoHOUrYiNuaRjFDjFVV1QhMvX/s320/dec72.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558242167407634690" />Made a visit to the school to hand up all my text books! Phew! Gosh, now I'm so tired and I'm about to head out to work already! And my eyeliner is missing!! Oh no!!<div><br /></div><div>Oh, I have a pink <b>Rilakkuma </b>umbrella :)</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0N4enlaBh9048dAHwqJ34_rP-oqtZfJpR6iIv3tm_mKRpJ9bTgTebgRUFBOdbHs-GcDsz3BwljJ6KU3-DA3DseLuQT0vJUmr_Vhx2XPLsQuMNHB66Iqf-cN29Eg88y34ruRIL3sisR8Bd/s320/rilakkuma.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558247108119582930" /><div><br /></div><div>Tonight, I worked alone. The only waitress in the house tonight, but luckily <b>Auntie JJ</b> is back! :) It was nice talking to the kitchen staff and learned a lot of new things! Not tired but I'm going to bed now, heading to the bank tomorrow afternoon and then work again. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-24208348417822400002011-01-03T21:00:00.008+08:002011-01-03T23:10:25.201+08:00Thorns of a Rose.Another trip out to send <b>Siew Jun 哥</b> off at the stadium. Woke up along with <b>Joanne </b>and had Mom drop me off at <b>McD</b>. Called <b>Mai </b>out for breakfast since <b>Kelly </b>wasn't awake then and there's no way I would go to her place so early. <div><br /></div><div>Had a long discussion with <b>Mai </b>and she brought me to <b>Kelly</b>'s place on her motor again, without helmet with a L license. HAHA! Turns out <b>Evelyn</b>'s already up and in the room already. So we waited for<b> Hon Sum</b> to reach before <b>Kelly's Mom</b> drove us to the stadium. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm starting to miss that dude already, no idea why though, we hung out almost everyday in the last few weeks and started a whole new year with the big family. If only all 6 of us could gather together again :(</div><div><br /></div><div>Checked out movie showings on<b> Kelly</b>'s princess-tempered computer! HAHA. Then <b>Facebook</b>, and <b>Hon Sum</b> did a really daring thing; It's okay, life has to go on. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Had lunch with the 6 of us plus <b>Kelly's Mom</b> and my <b>姐妹. </b>There was one freezing moment watching <b>Gulliver's Travel</b> at <b>Parade</b>. Oh, met one of the kitchen dude's from <b>Brewster's</b> at <b>Parade</b>. Didn't recognize him at first!</div><div><br /></div><div>After all that was one whole screwed up lecture from my parents after that because of miscommunication. She didn't pass the message even when I told her to! And he didn't pass the message when he should have! I don't have the mood to post anymore, I should be calling <b>Siew Jun 哥</b> now anyways, so bye. Now, <b>Siew Jun 哥 </b>should be the one listening to my problems. :(</div><div><br /></div><div>---</div><div><br /></div><div>She's one scary woman, manipulative and deceiving! I can't believe so many people fell for it, Yours Truly included. Reshween, you were right! You ARE always right! Damn, can you scream 'I TOLD YOU SO' in my face right now?! She did it alright! Playing a fool out of all of us, now there's only a few more left to uncover the truth of this woman! I'll wait, I'll sit and wait for this to happen. The main reason, the reason behind every single thing. I won't use the word 'hate' on her because hate comes only if there's love. There's never love between us. No! Never before and never will. What's your right to butt into our business? </div><div><br /></div><div>All I did was sit there quietly and do nothing. It feels so horrible every time and just talking about it makes me feel like crying. :'( Never a better time to use this sentence than now; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">多的是 你不知道的事 </span></div><div><br /></div><div>I wish we could settle everything once and for all. Why make things so complicated?! Still, talking with <b>Siew Jun 哥</b> is always nice, better still if face to face. Sure wish we knew each other earlier. Take care in NS! </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to lurk around at <b>Hon Sum</b>'s blog just to listen to the playlist of his. T-T</div><div><br /></div><div>Can't believe I actually dropped tears. </div><div><br /></div><div>---</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOANNE CHONG SHU WEN! </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">My one and only sister!! You know I love you no matter what so don't expect more than just this sentence :)</div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-48543196494725000712011-01-02T22:07:00.002+08:002011-01-02T23:34:38.978+08:00Better Off Without You.Waterfall; never been to one but it was awesome! Though I got myself a few cuts here and there. Nevertheless, it was awesome! ;) The cold water, whispers, hot spring, changing in a small tight cubicle with three people, ten people squeezed in one car, Lady Gaga on the stereo, family portraits, red wine, dinner and sneaky drive home! :)<div><br /></div><div>I don't have pictures, YET, but I'll post them as soon as I get them!</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>Siew Jun</b> gor, will miss you when you're gone. Will come and visit you once I get my car license! Haha! Along with the big family la :)</i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-54361097270807323502010-12-29T01:07:00.007+08:002011-01-23T00:29:14.692+08:00Apologies.<span class="Apple-style-span">I'm sorry to say but, it has been more than half a year already compared to time less than a week. I'm fairly disappointed.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><br />I told him: "Study properly...Must study properly, okay?"<div><br /></div><div>I wasn't drunk or anything but I seriously mean it. But those words weren't meant for him. It was for another one. There's a standard there for you to reach, you need to understand that, whoever you are, reading this. There's always a standard for you to reach to satisfy one's heart, no matter your parents, teachers, friends, lovers, colleagues or anything. Mine's easy, your capability. I don't ask for more. That's all I need. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll keep doing one thing, at 12.06 every night, until I'm certain the feeling is gone. </div><div><br /></div><div>I want to remember us as two person, who met, under pure fate and yes, that's how we met and that's the one fragment of happiness that I wish to keep. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm having this stupid nosebleed going on here so I better run off and get more tissues and sleep on it before I bleed out. Cross your fingers and hope that I get suffocated by my own blood and die of asphyxiation. </div><div><br /></div><div>I never had suicidal thoughts for a long while already but it's back now, for the worse. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, natural deaths are too common, suicides are overrated; how about a sad pathetic death?</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel like taking a ride at night just cruising around. Or wearing sandals in a rainy evening, eating<i> ice-kacang</i>, in Camerons. </div><div><br /></div><div>HOWEVER, let's make the 31st our one last time before we all go on our own paths and before we step into the real world ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, first day at Brewster's? It was alright. Plus, the crews are awesome. No orders for me today though. Not the right timing. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-17029158784664463212010-12-25T17:06:00.007+08:002010-12-26T14:14:32.827+08:00Drunk Kisses and Morning Whispers.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Oqntl8x6LDKFhOCjzQdQniKc0DtSKP6YQZRXEi3yZw-yF-O0skgUb9JPs29fcN9p3HMX-Kmrm0yjGAn3w38QT-zpISHHVUmYqVeiaZp-F215Cu84ClqjOO73dFJEUUFvWUNtHXsbkq4C/s1600/xmas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Oqntl8x6LDKFhOCjzQdQniKc0DtSKP6YQZRXEi3yZw-yF-O0skgUb9JPs29fcN9p3HMX-Kmrm0yjGAn3w38QT-zpISHHVUmYqVeiaZp-F215Cu84ClqjOO73dFJEUUFvWUNtHXsbkq4C/s320/xmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554868529765049282" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Merry Christmas people. :)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday afternoon, the <b>GAYS </b>gathered together again! All 6 of us, finally together after two years! Made a last minute call to get the cab and got over to <b>McDonalds' Pengkalan.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Then later after that I took another cab straight to <b>Kelly</b>'s place for the party that night! </div><div><br /></div><div>One word, memorable as hell. No matter how <b>painful </b>and somehow how <span class="Apple-style-span">sweet</span> it was! Then all of us slept-over at <b>Kelly</b>'s place, all tightly packed in one room, trying to sleep. = =</div><div><br /></div><div>Met new friends, <b>Johnny</b>, <b>Yi Xuan</b>, <b>Yi Hui</b> and <b>Hon Sum</b>. (<b>Hon Sum</b>, you're here because at Parade that day you didn't introduce yourself! HAHA)</div><div><br /></div><div>But I swear, <b>Kelly</b>, <b>Eberwein</b>, <b>Evelyn</b>, <b>Yee Leng</b>, <b>Hon Sum</b>, <b>Siew Jun</b>, <b>Sing</b> <b>Chee</b>, <b>Johnny</b>, <b>Yi Hui</b>, <b>Yi Xuan</b>,<b> Ah Loong </b>& <b>Sherilyn</b>, craziest CHRISTMAS BUNCH EVER :)</div><div><br /></div><div>It was amazing, something to be reminisced of and like I always say, good or bad they are all memories, that will be remembered for the rest of my life. </div><div><br /></div><div>A few of the highlights; </div><div><br /></div><div><i>SOMEONE couldn't open the red wine!</i></div><div><i>ANOTHER got stripped! </i></div><div><i>TEDDY BEAR attacks!</i></div><div><i>SIP SIP sneak-outs!</i></div><div><i>Rescue missions!</i></div><div><i>Late night calls!</i></div><div><i>Spray attacks! (which I very cleverly avoided by keeping quiet)</i></div><div><i>SOME MOSQUITOES very noisy in the morning!</i></div><div><br /></div><div>If I can get a break from <b>Brewster's</b>, let's get together again on New Years! We should make it a promise, to gather all together every time, to have fun and forget everything but the fun! </div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of<b> Brewster's</b>, <b>Yee Leng</b> starting training on Wednesday ! :D Yay, the later shift, same as mine! That dude at <b>Brewster's </b>remembered me. Oooh. Hehe. </div><div><br /></div><div><s>Bye, will edit this later, I need to sleep.</s> </div><br />Edited it. I'm somehow glad I went. (:Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-56059575986197765382010-12-23T20:10:00.005+08:002010-12-24T00:22:28.361+08:00Smiley, Kitkat and Me.Hey <b>Seng Hoo</b>, <b>Priscilla</b>, let's go scream our lungs out again. I think I need it. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDy37Hu5-FFGcdSlD7nLlKegeuhvmNXBRnxYrIRN0i7eAVy7S-mDy-mNv9qNH0Cy4UeVDDPwe083w0dY7Jr0cYiSHdhCe0s7OHicnLQVqDQMy4dt80F_URpDS6r4S7MeC2K80w_AsEXm36/s1600/dec22.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDy37Hu5-FFGcdSlD7nLlKegeuhvmNXBRnxYrIRN0i7eAVy7S-mDy-mNv9qNH0Cy4UeVDDPwe083w0dY7Jr0cYiSHdhCe0s7OHicnLQVqDQMy4dt80F_URpDS6r4S7MeC2K80w_AsEXm36/s320/dec22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553862878429085266" /></a><br />I don't feel so good, I feel like throwing up every single thing. I think I'm getting sick.<div><br /></div><div>Will start working at <b>Brewster's</b> on the 28th. Wish me luck. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hate hate hate <b>Smiley</b>. </div><div><br /></div><div>*throws up*</div></div><div><br /></div><div>---</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to write more; short meaningless posts are getting more icky to me. (yeah, right, you're just lazy)</div><div><br /></div><div>You know sometimes when you're in a dilemma or a problem or when you feel like the whole world's collapsing after your broken heart, people around you seem to be really annoying. For example, whatever they say seems like they're belittling your problem and the world is actually a really bright and colorful place and all that shit. Yeah, you getting what I'm saying now? Okay, if you're not, here's another example; </div><div><br /></div><div><b>A</b>: Oh, my world is so dark, I want to die and forget everything.</div><div><b>B</b>: Awww, it's okay. Don't worry, it's nothing. You'll get over it soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>You are A, and to you, what you hear B say is : "Just suck it up bitch, it's life." Well, it is most probably B's true meaning, but you're depressed and you choose to be in denial. You have the rights to because you're depressed. </div><div><br /></div><div>Enough examples?</div><div><br /></div><div>So, yeah, that. When you're in that kind of situation, or anything similar to that, the whole world is wrong and they NEVER felt what you're feeling at the moment. Everyone's a dipshit, everyone should die because they don't understand you. </div><div><br /></div><div>Everyone's been there and has done that! </div><div><br /></div><div>After the dark clouds go bye bye, you'll realize that these kind of friends who even bothered to talk to you about it, and not choose to ignore you, are the best. They make you smile in the end, even during your dilemma, making you forget about it for a while and then think positive enough to type out a post about it. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I love my friends. </div><div>And even though guys are clueless (they are!) I know some who cares enough to listen to me about it. </div><div>I love you guys too. </div><div><br /></div><div>See, one meaningful post from <b>Yours Truly</b>. </div><div>Thank you very much and I'll see you soon. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>(Oh, the layout's temporary. Will edit it soon)</i></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547706660264180797.post-59625387620735664542010-12-21T17:30:00.007+08:002010-12-21T19:21:23.514+08:00Invincible Youth.<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnQMqnq4TkbjXFHlKWgeir2lmG46ODAwHVVPWssTdmwKc2c6rGmO2gve_NpYh5gZi2zlY3E1byHzgOGRPJ9y_qKTBih7DSBMM8x_wXUM8QKvY2TKjCc7BWkDl-0e5Eg1nWypNRnwDs_HwL/s320/house7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553077100875059730" /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn26TE-pic7thn4mZQC4uhy1smfiK02bSFjtTGcmuBI-qUO_bUxmTSdmdqNOWSp9gfDE4KN_stX7FLgkXciChEhoiSPqTCwISrPZtwAL0tsC75Fw7xp0dedAJT7gEEQ4LDV82R8CYsDfZ3/s320/house3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553077094184762290" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHZhLAS9y79vGqZyr38nbxqDc2q7XWgtYA_oxlf352wp5muwdbLWboNpS1Qy9R93X77vBRYA5GV3o2HWqWXdMKD1mccjs40_SVolNF2E2Wdobz4js_jBwijXMZKnVbcuE98K2_sVCsOv_/s320/house1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553077108833572066" /><br />After a day out at <b>Parade</b>, <b>Sya </b>came with <b>Mai </b>to express their inner whacko-ness due to depression(?) HAHA. Then, like, always, we went to the field near my place. Camwhored a little and called the kid who just finished SPM out! HAHA!!! Fishie partner, <b>Nasyim </b>reached after a while of directions from all the direction-idiots (well, I admit, it's just me) Had fun. <div><br /></div><div>We should do it more often. :)</div><div>Will post pictures from Camerons as soon as possible. </div><div><br /></div><div>Let's spend Christmas together, shall we?</div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555150489659977668noreply@blogger.com0