<?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-553104098253766293</id><updated>2012-02-02T16:14:12.740+10:30</updated><category term='Emo-ing'/><category term='Stand-ups'/><category term='Tears...'/><category term='That&apos;s Life'/><category term='Party Party'/><category term='Randoms'/><category term='Enviromental Issues'/><category term='Movie Reviews'/><category term='Celebs'/><category term='Shop Shop Shop..and Fashion'/><category term='9 to 5'/><category term='Gadgets'/><category term='It&apos;s a dog&apos;s life'/><category term='Concerts'/><category term='Special Occasions'/><category term='MDG'/><title type='text'>Boredom Breaker</title><subtitle type='html'>The Metamorphosis of My Life into Words...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-7859914481928925747</id><published>2009-07-26T18:42:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:58:02.965+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears...'/><title type='text'>The Beginning of The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b837d-CnIoQ/SZnzlOTfw7I/AAAAAAAAACI/TaHP24FQzA4/s320/take_my_broken_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b837d-CnIoQ/SZnzlOTfw7I/AAAAAAAAACI/TaHP24FQzA4/s320/take_my_broken_heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost....I typed this word and then realise I am too lost to blog......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can explain what I have done to deserve this......&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comforts me of what I have discovered....&lt;br /&gt;No one can warn me about what I am embarking into....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want now is for the tears to run dry and the nightmare to be over.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-7859914481928925747?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/7859914481928925747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=7859914481928925747&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7859914481928925747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7859914481928925747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2009/07/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of The End'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_b837d-CnIoQ/SZnzlOTfw7I/AAAAAAAAACI/TaHP24FQzA4/s72-c/take_my_broken_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-7058221212172016624</id><published>2008-08-03T22:28:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:43:33.451+09:30</updated><title type='text'>VOLCANO ERUPTS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kidsgeo.com/images/volcano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.kidsgeo.com/images/volcano.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the sleeping volcano has just erupted. All the complains from lil' mama's boy has made me gone over my nerves. I was soooooo f*cking crazy mad that I was practically shaking when I call back to my mum (was intended to look for my sis) to 'let out'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf's lil brother came to stay with us since 3 weeks ago. And he's just not the typical lil bro, he is the hard type. Those you don't ever want to have any contact with, let alone live together. So I have to say, it was a bold step for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And three weeks here, all I ever heard was complain complain complain and nagging over dish washing and those empty act smart talk. Nvm....I could filter them through and just brush him off with an occasional smile and 'ohh, really?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was like a stone in the water today, unable to be filtered through. Bf was talking to his mum about something and the bro would stand behind and snap in just like that. Rude. I hate that type of ppl. Nvm, I thought to myself. And begin to feel thankful that my siblings and I have a good relationship. Not to the extent we hug and kiss each other all the time. But at least not screaming at each other and not snapping each others conversation with mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came out from the shower, all calm down, I overheard his bro telling his mama that his hands are all harsh over dish washing and all. I pratically just lose it when I heard this. FYI before I came over, I had the smoothest hands of all and I had barely touched any housework. So wat your hands are harsh over that few dish washing sessions? I wake up the earliest, leave to work the earliest and comes home the latest. Never had time to even take off my coat and I have to start cooking. So wats with that complain over dish washing after that? And, how many plates could three people use? I usually wash the pots and pan as I cook so whats the big deal, mister? Your hands are precious now and mine ain't? I lose it. I shouted over the phone that if they wanna continue complaining over dish washing, lets scrap off cooking at home altogether. Everyone fix their own dinner and clean up after themselves. Forget about eating together. I was really being pitiful over him eating instant noodle or skipping dinner but if being miss nice gal don't earn me any credit besides complaining about dish washing, how about not cooking altogether? Don't eat mah no need to wash up lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH....I am pissed off. I need to sleep or I will be the one nagging till morning......And I am certain more will come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. Being the wicked one, I am having a plan to buy grocery home tomorrow and cook dinner for only me and bf. If he dare come ask his share, I will have to say no dinner for naggers. Oh gosh....I am wicked. I can fell the horns coming out on top of my head now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj213/Pic-s/Devil.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj213/Pic-s/Devil.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-7058221212172016624?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/7058221212172016624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=7058221212172016624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7058221212172016624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7058221212172016624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/08/volcano-erupts.html' title='VOLCANO ERUPTS....'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-4055215541478526684</id><published>2008-07-25T21:11:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:35:01.345+09:30</updated><title type='text'>IT COMES IN A CIRCLE...</title><content type='html'>Alright, alright....I'll stop with the negativity in life and start focusing on attracting positive chi. That is....to push every bad thinking you have to the back of your mind and only think of the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just told a friend I am actually quite contented with my life right now. Not exactly what you would expect from someone who stay in a itsy bitsy study room, shares a one bedroom with 2 guys and have family a million miles away. By contented I don't mean going out to party every night or go shopping every consecutive day. My life is far from there. But contented as in a way I am happy for it to stay that way at least for the next few months. Ok, I admit. I lead quite a boring life....I wake up at 6:45am, start working at 8:30am, 30 mins lunch at 1:30, leave work at 5:30pm or 6:00, go home, eat, watch drama or online and sleep.....this routine repeats itself 5 times a week. And on the weekend, if I am lucky, I might get a glimpse of the sun or go have lunch or dinner outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...nothing to hu-ha about but at least I could say its stable. I've learn to deal with the fact that my relationship status is as messy as a 'Where's Wally' book. In fact, its soooo hard to even trace its existence. But I love the way it is. I love the fact that I am comfortable to be with him. At least, it felt a bit like family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some people telling me I should not waste time and go out and know more people and carry on with life. But when you come to think about it, what happens when you get to know a guy, like him, fall in love and be together. That's it, you think? It's happily ever after just like that? If only life was that simple. The fact is, I don't believe in love anymore. I don't believe I'll fall in love with a guy and he'll always be the perfect one and only guy for me. Because I know, love is just like milk. It has its expiry date. And trust me, it does. And what happens when love becomes merely a memory? You break off and start the circle all over again?!!??! I have come to believe love has become a game of speedy passion. One day you have it and grasp it so hard you think you'll have it forever, the next thing you know, it has slipped off your fingers before you can even realise it. Love has become a time bomb, you don;t know when it's gonna go off and blow everything apart or if it's only a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this point of time, I still have yet to figure out what brings 2 person together for the rest of their life. But I am still skeptical about love. And I don't have the urge to go know new people, I don't have the urge to be loved or to love.  Simply because I don't really have time for it. I'll have time for it if I trust it will bear me fruitful results. But at this point where love is such a pointless crap to me, I feel that if I ever have time, I'd rather put it to my career or my studies. At least those 2 are the ones that you know the results depends on the effort and not the emotions. Or at the very least you know knowledge follows you for the rest of your life while love can go off in a puff of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I am putting everything aside. I don't wanna think if he's the right one. I don't even wanna know if I'll ever find the next one. I only know at this point, this second, this moment, I am contented with what I have now.....So, who cares what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, out of random....I've learn a new quote today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Want to know the difference between involvement and commitment? It's like a egg and ham breakfast; the chicken is involved but the pig is committed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it soooooo amusingly true....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-4055215541478526684?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/4055215541478526684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=4055215541478526684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4055215541478526684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4055215541478526684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-comes-in-circle.html' title='IT COMES IN A CIRCLE...'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-1109874112181027102</id><published>2008-07-11T21:54:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:59:52.830+09:30</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IN THE DARK</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In 2 hours&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;time, the clock will struck 12 and the big 2-5 will struck me. I am officially 25 years old in 2 hours time. I am a quarter of a century old, and if I am lucky, it would have been 1/3 of my life....gone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My prayers were answered 4 weeks ago. I prayed I would get a full time fulfilling job before I turn 25...which I did. The problem is, when you have a fantastic job, chances are, you are gonna trade that with a shitty life. It’s like what ppl say, you are lucky in love means you’ll be the other way around when it comes to gambling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the weekend comes to an end, it will also mean I am no longer living in a place called my own. Ok, I don’t really own my apartment now. But just that being able to shuffle things ard without needing any permission, being able to laze around without fearing you might expose your bra or your undies......the feeling of being carefree in everything you do is the reason why the place you live in is call a HOME. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I won’t be having that privilege from Monday onwards. His brother is coming to stay with us.....FOR GOOD. And having to do so in a open concept one bedroom apartment is like living hell. And for someone who works long hours and have to juggle between a job and studies on the weekend, its a even bigger HELL.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The problem is, I tried looking for shared accomodation outside but to no avail. The lady I spoke to today was GREAT. She had a little doggie with her and she totally understands my position and am more than happy to allow me to occasionally bring Rooney back with me. But the problem is, that place is CRAPPY. And the problem is, I am not even having a room of my own. The ‘room’ she meant was actually the attic.....attic with a slanting ceiling which is actually the roof of the house. The only attractive thing was that there was a window on the roof.....like those you see in movies where ppl can lay there and look at the stars upon the sky......other than that, that place wasn’t wat I was imagining. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I came home and realise that I feel extremely terrible because I am 25 and I don’t have the most basic thing in life now: a home. As a tradeoff for privacy, I sacrificed my beloved study area in exchange for a little room (with a door) that I can stay in and call it my own. And upon doing so, I understand that from now on, the place I am living in now has officially been trespassed. Not only I lose the space around the house, I lose the sense of security as well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the first time in life I feel lost. I feel I had nobody around me to ask me how I am or to tell me everything will be fine. I have heard a lot of sorry’s and crap like that. And it has reached a point where I don’t crave for sorry’s anymore. I long for a break through on what I am facing now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I used to see light at the end of the tunnel. But not this time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know one thing that is still mine though.....all the chores around the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pathetic, isn’t it. 25, homeless and having to live with 2 boys who are used to having a maid around the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ah well, a big Happy Birthday to the homeless me.....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love&lt;br /&gt;     But now I'm only falling apart&lt;br /&gt;     There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;     A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;     Once upon a time there was light in my life&lt;br /&gt;     But now there's only love in the dark&lt;br /&gt;     Nothing I can say&lt;br /&gt;   A total eclipse of the heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-1109874112181027102?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/1109874112181027102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=1109874112181027102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1109874112181027102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1109874112181027102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-in-dark.html' title='LIFE IN THE DARK'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-9136377213073420376</id><published>2008-06-29T21:31:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:48:42.333+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>IMPROMPTU</title><content type='html'>Gosh....It's been almost 3 weeks since I last blog! And there have been so many changes in life within this period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I started my new job.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am officially broke from overspending on my new wardrobe of workwear....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't been having one nice decent meal for the whole week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I went for a personal trainer trial at the gym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I am suffering from a intense case of skin allergy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;atched Phantom of the Opera!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;And....I am looking for an apartment to move....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy huh? Yeah.....work is good....I am spending more hours at work now, means poor Rooney baby is missing his mommy most of the time. I only go for 20 mins lunch and often stay on till about 6:30 pm to finish up my work.....I like my new job honestly....I love the job I do in there and I love my boss. She is the nicest one can ever get and I am sooo thankful of that. But it gets pretty quiet in the office. And often, I face the monitor and do my work whole day without a chat with my colleagues. I seem so out of place.....I guess I have to think on the bright side....its just my first week and it WILL get better as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of the long hours at work, I am toooooo tired to cook by the time I reach home at night. Ok, lets see, I had only leftover rice and soup for dinner on Tuesday.....and only had a protein drink and a sausage on Thursday. Monday I had fastfood because I was in the rush to go to the gym. I gotta work out some time to eat man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo....I watched Phantom of the Opera. Although Althony Warlow (the original Phantom) did not act that nite, the whole show was still AWESOME! And I am deeply in love with the guy who played Raoul, Alexander Lewis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/05vg4YQ208dd2/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/05vg4YQ208dd2/610x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah....okok....still can't see clearly.....Check this picture of him I hunt down at Google....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200801/r215957_839922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200801/r215957_839922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG is he HAWT!!! HOT HOT HOT!!!! And that picture above still don't do him justice. He seriously had those really Irish Englishman look.....like a younger version of Hugh Grant. I can't help but smile umpteen times that nite whenever he smiles or sings.....I am TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH HIS SMILE and HIS VOICE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole show was brilliant.......fantastic props and backdrops, perfect chandelier....there is nothing I can complain of....except I would love it if it was Anthony Warlow who played the Phantom part....and more of RAOUL! muaaahahahahahha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo...and, I am down with serious itchy skin allergy. I suspect its because I have been wearing all new clothes the entire week and some chemical in it must be irritating my soft skin! I've got on intensive moisturiser + anti histamine now hoping it'll cure soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHH.....*itch* *itch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit...gtg...its again almost 10:30pm...Gotta shower and sleep and prepare for a one whole week of battle again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;**Apologies for such impromptu post...I PROMISE PROMISE I will sit down more and blog as soon as I settle in my new life.....and I really mean PROMISE!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-9136377213073420376?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/9136377213073420376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=9136377213073420376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/9136377213073420376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/9136377213073420376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/06/impromptu.html' title='IMPROMPTU'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-5480234844197914195</id><published>2008-06-16T11:18:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:27:24.297+09:30</updated><title type='text'>AFTERMATH</title><content type='html'>This is the first ever time I am dragging myself to work on a Monday morning.....the first ever Monday Blue I have ever felt since I started working a year plus ago.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having chest pain the whole night....and I constantly thought I am gonna have a heart attack any minute.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged myself up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts;&lt;br /&gt;My chest still aching;&lt;br /&gt;My nose running;&lt;br /&gt;My throat drying up;&lt;br /&gt;And I am coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...the aftermath of my Hunters Weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooney went totally crazy this morning when I brought him out for a walk. He was just running around me in circles and playing with his buddies, Corby and Zoey. At last, some friends after a traumatic weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooney came back to Sydney suffering from a sore eye....Romeo wasn't too happy with him and bit him near the eye area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Rooney running around like a mad dog, I know that he's relieved to be back with his buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**More about the trip soon**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-5480234844197914195?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5480234844197914195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5480234844197914195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5480234844197914195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5480234844197914195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/06/aftermath.html' title='AFTERMATH'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-4154562713826075307</id><published>2008-06-13T10:37:00.007+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:03:21.489+09:30</updated><title type='text'>MY IDEA OF HEAVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SFHI1sRcQEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/n6m_o8Xp-1A/s1600-h/job.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211167068587311170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SFHI1sRcQEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/n6m_o8Xp-1A/s320/job.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roller coaster week....conclusion for it....look above.....wat do you see? Yes, I have finally found a new job. Good pay and a nice boss. Could not ask for more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to make some call of 'shame' today to the agency, to some colleagues to tell them the news. And am awaiting my boss to come in now so that I can have a lil chat with him before I make all those calls.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then rewarding myself to a quiet weekend away to the Hunter's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;IMAGINE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking up to the wineries....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211168234713964882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SFHJ5kbs4VI/AAAAAAAAAb4/IaeIbpCDe4M/s320/img_27041_da66cb5fb99bf2949adb1be55f2cab1f_max800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sipping wine while watching the sun set....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211168955781166530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SFHKjinhNcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Wk-pk6D_QAk/s200/SwanValleyToursSunsetWine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Knowing that you can do it all with biggest peace of mind....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211168448547206706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SFHKGBBhNjI/AAAAAAAAAcI/NoRuSPN4qyg/s320/img_27041_9b1190062e384f77a08ce7e3ef7c401c_max800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211168329648737138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SFHJ_GF6i3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0yrlSCPp2qM/s320/img_27041_b93b78f87a30c8509ebc10f9719a0b8d_max800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUNTERS..............HERE I COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-4154562713826075307?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/4154562713826075307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=4154562713826075307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4154562713826075307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4154562713826075307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-idea-of-heaven.html' title='MY IDEA OF HEAVEN'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SFHI1sRcQEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/n6m_o8Xp-1A/s72-c/job.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-1805292767933198673</id><published>2008-06-10T10:46:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:33:34.373+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Designerluxurybrands.com is a big fat SCAM</title><content type='html'>A while ago, I saw this at &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss"&gt;Dawn Yang's &lt;/a&gt;site. Yesss...the ad above her banner. Designerluxurybrands.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210056098975058450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SE3Wav9EChI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hwy7W2VLFmA/s320/Dawn%27s+page.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmmmm.....designer bags like Gucci &amp;amp; LV at dirt cheap price? Not really cheap lar....but its more than half the retail price outside. And what's more tempting is that the site guarantees the authenticity of the item...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, frankly speaking, I don't carry any designer bag. I don't even own one. Simply because I think I am lousy at maintaining it. What I do with my bags is that I tend to just chuck them on the floor when I get home or say when I'm at the fitting room and there isn't space to hang it....I don't like to always have to be careful with my bag's outlook. Plus....I am super duper fickled minded. I will buy this bag thinking I'm gonna use it a lifetime but couple of months down the road....I have the tendency to wanna buy another one. Best is to stick with some unbranded bags....Plus....internet shopping for designer brands? Esp at some independent site....recipe for disaster. 99% of the time, the item is fake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But the ad still caught my attention. WAHHHHH.....sooo good bargain??? Where to find? And frankly speaking, if I bump into this link in other blogs or some unknown site/blog, I wouldn't even consider looking at it. But because it's Dawn Yang....such famous blogger. So the trustworthy level went up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210066923521270594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SE3gQ0h_Y0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/2HaNWmiPnYE/s400/scam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I showed the site to this bestie of mine....asking about her opinion. She buys designer bags but always only get them in the store....never online. Not even ebay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Browse browse browse.....she remained skeptical about it. Where got soooo goood bargain ar? And the best bet is to not take chance. Never buy online. Only buy at store. Not only a guaranteed peace of mind and it means more....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can go around telling people I got this IPhone for half its price and people will oooo and wahhhhhh for a long time and then hassle you to tell them where you got that deal from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if you go around telling someone you bought a new Gucci handbag for half its price, the next question you will get is: Fake one ar? Or how sure are you it's real ar?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesss....agreed. So I close off the browser and never ever think about it again....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until today when I read &lt;a href="http://www.timothytiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Timothy&lt;/a&gt;'s blog and realise a reader had write in about that site....and guess what? It's a big fat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, they tend to make you feel as if they offer the best customer service ever by adding you in MSN and all the quick and fast response. Then when you decide on the item you want, they will ask you to transfer money into their account. And then happily wait....wait....and wait....1 day, 2 days, 3 days, 4 days 5 days...and the count goes on.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then you try to contact them via email, they don't give a shit. You try to hunt them down via MSN...they block u off. You open a new account in MSN and add them, they will answer your queries. But once you reveal your identity, they will block you off again....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pity Sharon, the conned reader who reported this to Timothy. She lost a whooping $900 because of this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To buyers&lt;/strong&gt;: Always be careful when shopping online for designer brands. And understand the concept that 99% of it is fake. Even sometimes when its guaranteed its authenticity. Fake bag manufacturers now can produce the fake bag up to 99.9999% real. Its flawless but regardless, its not from Gucci or LV. Might be the product of some dodgy factory at the back lane in China. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To bloggers&lt;/strong&gt;: Be careful when approach by so called 'companies' to place add in your blog. You have to know that your readers trust the ad partially because they trust your judgement. Readers would have assumed you have met the seller or knows the seller's background well enough to place their ad in your heavy traffic blog. And it's partly your fault as well when the ad you place in your blog is a scam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To myself&lt;/strong&gt;: Lucky me. And I will stick to the principle of buying designer bags only at retail store. If cannot afford, must as well stick to some bag of cheaper brand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To everyone else&lt;/strong&gt;: Peace of mind is to only sign up to Nuffnang. And only place Nuffnang ad. =) Hahahahahahahah......such a big round to praise Nuffnang. But really, I have no single thing to complain about ever since I sign up with Nuffnang.....HONESTLY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So girls out there....be careful of what you see in the internet. The truth is not always what you see!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-1805292767933198673?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/1805292767933198673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=1805292767933198673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1805292767933198673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1805292767933198673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/06/designerluxurybrandscom-is-big-fat-scam.html' title='Designerluxurybrands.com is a big fat SCAM'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SE3Wav9EChI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hwy7W2VLFmA/s72-c/Dawn%27s+page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-9034594164026689149</id><published>2008-06-03T14:41:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:10:46.595+09:30</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MYSELF</title><content type='html'>It's the 3rd of June today.....4th of June last year, was the day I took my first step into the world of firefighters.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MYSELF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had initially thought my anniversary is on the 20th June....but then after rechecking my time sheets, I realise TODAY is my one year anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And what more celebration to do than to revamp the whole office! haha....yessss, with the help of 4 strong firies, we have swap the furnitures all around and made a whole new look outta it. I have to say....I can finally breathe! There's such big space in the office now and my evil greedy thought came out with an idea about something even more interesting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROONEY COMING TO THE OFFICE WITH ME......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha....I know, I am a greedy employee.....I want a new office and then I wanna bring my dog in.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The station commander has got a dog and I just realise he brings him to work every day shift he does. And the doggie...named Tyson, even follow them to fire calls on the truck!!! How cooool. And you know what's the best job for a dog? Doing PR job like entertaining kids and the public! Haha...I wish Rooney has such a job too.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207520721432514946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SETUgWl4kYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/L1frCkEGgts/s320/firedog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosh....I am like a mother daydreaming her son's future!! Haha....like those times daydreaming parents will talk to each other about hoping their child will grow up to be a doctor, a lawyer, an accountant...etc...etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that I want him to be a fireman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207525707889545618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SETZCml4kZI/AAAAAAAAAbY/dJyL7EwTB9M/s200/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&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;Haha....Happy Anniversary to the the daydreaming me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-9034594164026689149?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/9034594164026689149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=9034594164026689149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/9034594164026689149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/9034594164026689149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-anniversary-to-myself.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MYSELF'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SETUgWl4kYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/L1frCkEGgts/s72-c/firedog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-2660830647498213821</id><published>2008-06-02T10:01:00.011+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:30:39.937+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>THE MONOGAMIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"....while for me the idea of seeing another man would be like trying to fit another outfit into an already over-stuffed suitcase, Big was happily dating another woman like it was the most natural thing in the world. Is it that men have an innate aversion to monogamy, or is it more than that? I wondered in a city like New York, with it's infinite possibilities, has monogamy become too much to expect?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;quote from Carrie Bradshaw Season 1 Ep.7: The Monogamists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to be watching the Sex &amp;amp; the City reruns days back and bump into this particular episode about monogamous relationship. Surely, I don't live in New York city and am not involve with a man like Mr. Big but that episode really got me thinking: In this world where everything's possible and new things pop up almost every minute, has monogamous relationship REALLY become too much of a thing to handle? And, I mean, has monogamy become a burden to the creatures who hailed from Venus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue about guys refusing to commit has long been buried in the ancient relationship bible. Come on, when was the last time you heard about guys refusing to commit himself into a serious relationship? Loong enough that I can barely remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when was the last time you heard about a breakup that was initiated by the girl?&lt;br /&gt;Recent, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue now is that girls are no longer relenting themselves into a monogamous relationship. At least not at the age when it is too soon to settle down. Girls are hating the idea of finding Mr. Right too soon. In fact, it is not feasible to even go in depth a relationship for fearing that you will realise he is Mr. Right but the timing is all wrong. Then the ultimate decision strikes: either give up your desire explore and settle with your so-called Mr. Right or take the risk of giving him up in return for the hope that there are better fishes in the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up a situation&lt;em&gt;: You know this great guy and then starts to think that he is the one. In fact you got so confident about it that you begin telling your friends, your family, your besties that you think this is it. Have a honeymoon period, then reality sets in. You don't fit well together, your perception about the future goes in opposite direction. Then you realise everything that you thought was love initially are only a mere illusion and infatuation. You are back at square one again....either give up all your hopes about finding another better love and settle OR break off and start the hunt again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is the dread that every girl are trying to prevent themselves from getting into. But face it, most girls have had an experience in a serious relationship that spans on for years and breaking if off after that. It has become an ultimate big NO NO in the dating bible. Getting into a relationship too soon and you face the risk of falling apart. Else, take the risk to explore, fall and learn before settling only with the best or nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a big city where there are countless possibilities hidden at every nick and corner of the streets, it has become ultimate that there is only one thing a girl should avoid: the decision to enter into a monogamous relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If trying to fit another outfit in an already over-stuffed suitcase seem like an impossible thing to do, then consider carrying an empty suitcase with the hope that you will pick up some outfits along the way and then settle with the combination you are most comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;PARTY GUEST 2: What about you guys?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CARRIE: I'm not dating anyone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;PARTY GUEST 2: And what about you Miranda, seeing anyone special?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MIRANDA: Actually no but I am seeing a whole bunch of unspecial guys. That's one of the requirements to date me. Are you special? Sorry! Move along...but if you have any unspecial friends could you give 'em my number. I'm serious do any of you have a completely unremarkable friend or maybe a house plant I could go to dinner with on Saturday night?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;PARTY GUEST 2: She's hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Sex &amp;amp; the City S4 Ep.1: The Agony &amp;amp; the Ex-tacy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yes hilarious....but she's right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wirelessdigest.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/19/sexandthecitymovieposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the long wait is over.....Sex &amp;amp; the City: The Movie is gonna be released June 5 in Australia. OMG....can't wait already.....because it is nice to know that Carrie's journey of manhunt has finally come to an end....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-2660830647498213821?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/2660830647498213821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=2660830647498213821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2660830647498213821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2660830647498213821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/06/monogamist.html' title='THE MONOGAMIST'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-4222774273121937253</id><published>2008-05-30T18:53:00.011+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:51:18.613+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>MCDONALD'S MAMAK STYLE MENU....</title><content type='html'>To those Malaysians out there....how could we ever forget those times when World Cup heat was on and every Mamak stall you go to, they got sooooo into the whole thing that they start serving their roti canai's according to the name of the participating countries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roti Brazil is definitely a must....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are also Roti France, Roti England, Roti Korea....etc...etc...and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the Olympics are happening this year.......guess what?? It's not the mamaks pioneering those trend in starting off with all sorts of names for on their menu as if it was a geography class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MCDONALD'S ARE DOING IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switch on the TV when I got home from work today and guess what.....McD is spicing up their menu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTRODUCING....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Bacon and Egg, of course this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McUSA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KTXUAV_I/AAAAAAAAAag/uz6Zt5GwpIc/s1600-h/usa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KTXUAV_I/AAAAAAAAAag/uz6Zt5GwpIc/s200/usa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206102128287832050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pineapple ring, bacon, bacon, tomato, cheese, beef patty, lettuce with BBQ sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;McAustralia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KknUAWCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/f8FDxKedd68/s1600-h/Australia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KknUAWCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/f8FDxKedd68/s200/Australia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206102424640575522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With chicken strips, cucumber, tatsoi lettuce, sweet chilli sauce wrapped in tortilla,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;McAsia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KeXUAWBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Huso_9vtpe8/s1600-h/Asia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KeXUAWBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Huso_9vtpe8/s200/Asia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206102317266393106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With beef patty, tomato, lettuce, cheese on wheatgerm bun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;McAfrica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KZ3UAWAI/AAAAAAAAAao/uk7skmsmnaw/s1600-h/Africa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KZ3UAWAI/AAAAAAAAAao/uk7skmsmnaw/s200/Africa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206102239956981762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With crunchy chicken fillet, parmesan cheese, lettuce, Napolitana sauce on wheatgerm bun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;McEurope...&lt;/span&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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KoXUAWDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEkiqDM_nW4/s1600-h/Europe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KoXUAWDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEkiqDM_nW4/s200/Europe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206102489065084978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course lar, after all the game is all about winning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Gold Medal Chocolate Pudding!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KtXUAWEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/FIvdFwDIn08/s1600-h/dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KtXUAWEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/FIvdFwDIn08/s200/dessert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206102574964430914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mmmmm......I wonder what KFC is gonna come out with next......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tandoori Crispy Chicken for India??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe Crispy Hainanese Chicken for Singapore??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or Peking style crispy roast chicken for China???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oooo...or crispy sambal chicken for Malaysia??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/553104098253766293-4222774273121937253?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/4222774273121937253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=4222774273121937253&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4222774273121937253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4222774273121937253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/mcdonalds-mamak-style-menu.html' title='MCDONALD&apos;S MAMAK STYLE MENU....'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD_KTXUAV_I/AAAAAAAAAag/uz6Zt5GwpIc/s72-c/usa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-7345236449836881240</id><published>2008-05-30T12:25:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:51:33.143+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>HIGH DEFINITION</title><content type='html'>After the high definition trends on tv channels now, I just came to realise another strong wind of HD is blowing....and this time its going to your face.....it's what we call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIGH DEFINITION MAKE UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/makeup/1/5/A/-/-/-/hdpowder.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes. And unlike HD TV where you aim for a clearer picture, HD makeup tends to blur all your fine lines &amp;amp; wrinkles while concealing all your flaws. So, even if you look under a magnifying glass, your makeup will be absolutely FLAWLESS. And I thought airbrush is already brilliant enough. (&lt;em&gt;shakes head&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*SMACK*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wake up! Ok, back to this HD make up.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HD Make up has been used in filming purpose especially in the set of Desperate Housewives, CSI and Weeds, due to the introduction of HDTV. Of course, since audience are able to watch you clearer now, these paranoia celebs will need more 'powderful' concealer to conceal those scars and lines of yours. Plus....those drama all involve women of mid thirties. So HD make up seem inevitable. Imagine.....plastic surgery, botox, make up....PERFECT. Add in HD make up.....SUPER MORE THAN PERFECT....MAGNIFICENT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course eventually this drop-dead gorgeous technique ends up in the red carpets where celebs make use of it to appear even younger, even more radiant and even juicier!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spears, Pitt, Jolie, Hilton, Beckham, Timberlake.....all these famous ones are already using it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when there is such chio makeup famously use by such chio people, When celebs use them, we, the small potatoes of the big big world, want them too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So introducing the products:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shop.fredsegalbeauty.com/images/products/smashbox/foundationFX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Smashbox High Definition SPF 15 Foundation....oil free, weightless, contains revitalizing and firming ingredients. FLAWLESS COMPLEXION! And apparently, its already soooooo good at hiding the flaws, you can even skip the concealer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://technabob.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/blu_ray_makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.textually.org/tv/archives/images/set3/blu-ray_makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gosh....there is even a cosmetic line by CARGO call blu_ray! Talk about obsession, man! I mean...woman! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The limited edition makeup line includes mattifiers, pressed powders, blush highlighters, mascaras, and lip glosses that are specially formulated with ingredients that camouflage imperfections in front of the unforgiving HD camera. For example, the Pressed Power has photochromatic pigments that help color stay consistent under all types of lighting, and the Blush/Highlighter creates an optical blurring that makes skin look softer. "&lt;/em&gt; -- quoted from tech.yahoo site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! It's like Adobe Photoshop became reality!!! It's like you can actually apply it and not just click click around your photo to take off those imperfections. So YAY! we can all throw away our photoshop skills...or for non-tech savvy ppl like me who still dun get the photoshop techniques like Xiaxue.....we need not worry....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE CAN ACTUALLY DO THE PHOTOSHOP STRAIGHT ONTO OUR FACE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only the photos appear flawless.....YOU YOURSELF will be absolutely perfect in naked eyes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you waiting for now? Go get it!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*runs away to google up the cheapest way to get those magic fairy wands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S...There are still other brands of HD make up lar...just that I happen to be watching the Entertainment Channel over at Foxtel and that pro make up artist uses them...along with a apparently super-geng mascara from Prescriptive and the &lt;a href="http://www.physiciansformula.com/"&gt;Physicians Formula &lt;/a&gt;bronzer/ blusher. That makeup artist say Ellen Pompeo uses that powder palette too worrrrrr......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know if you can get it in Malaysia but I am sure you can get it at just normal Price Line pharmacy in Australia......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*runs away to the nearest pharmacy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-7345236449836881240?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/7345236449836881240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=7345236449836881240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7345236449836881240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7345236449836881240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/high-definition.html' title='HIGH DEFINITION'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-5023172883929274081</id><published>2008-05-30T09:42:00.010+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:29:14.823+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 to 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>OK....I'M BORED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drewflaherty.com/images/boring!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.drewflaherty.com/images/boring!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm soooooooo bored in the office today that I had to google up the word BORED on Google Image. And guess what I found? Heaps of bored bunch doing bored things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.popartuk.com/g/l/lggn0250+without-ewe-everything-is-boring-sheepworld-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://chalkboardmanifesto.com/bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.northrup.org/photos/crap/Animals/low/he-lion-bored1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/cbo/lowres/cbon2l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.vermontguardian.com/images/local/2006/Lightbulb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all of a sudden, outta nowhere, boss comes in my room and suggested me the 'fun-est' thing to do in the office....playing house! I get to reshuffle everything in my packed office before the new boss comes in.....to maximise the available space so that I don't look too cramped...and bored in a supposedly-big-but-cramped-up-small room...YIPPIEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205964229772859330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD9M4nUAV8I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ePVR8pFxUu4/s320/31052008869.jpg" border="0" /&gt; All the circled RED stuffs has gotta go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205964169643317170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD9M1HUAV7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/R4wW7rqJ1L4/s320/31052008868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see....I'm surrounded by rows and piles of files and documents and fax machine and printer.....I think if the file above me all topple over....I'm gonna be burried alive underneath there. And there is soooo many space behind my desk!! So so save me, my boss has asked if I wanna shuffle it ard....and the best thing about it is we've got 'removalists' living just next door!! Now you know what firies do when they are not putting out fire.....kekeekekekek......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enuff about office shuffling project.....it will take some time to think where to put those piling-up files and documents and finding the perfect spot to dwell upon 7 hrs a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ordered the sushi platter from &lt;strong&gt;Makota&lt;/strong&gt; last Friday. Been in Sydney 4 years now and how shameful to say I have not tried Makoto Sushi before.....The platter cost like $39.90 and trust me, its really worth it....it's like equivalent to 16 plates of individual sushis and yum they were YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205966080903763922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD9OkXUAV9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/f4HrYvSlou4/s320/24052008853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205966128148404194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD9OnHUAV-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/Iec-ER2T_8U/s320/24052008855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not only bored at work, I get bored at home too....I went and bought those miso soup bowls with cover (as seen above) just so that I can have more fun when making miso soup at home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha....drooling already?? I am....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(pause)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(pause)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(still pause)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmmm....alrite, I'm still bored....back to work now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-5023172883929274081?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5023172883929274081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5023172883929274081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5023172883929274081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5023172883929274081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/okim-bored.html' title='OK....I&apos;M BORED'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SD9M4nUAV8I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ePVR8pFxUu4/s72-c/31052008869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-8059359255306686577</id><published>2008-05-29T15:32:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:51:44.190+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>PHANTOM OF THE OPERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r210/jbonnain/Phantom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r210/jbonnain/Phantom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm going to watch Phantom of the Opera!!! Despite it being such a great show and how tickets going off like hot cakes and it has seem IMPOSSIBLE to get nice front seats, I STILL MANAGE TO GET THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been internet hunting for the whole morning and after checking the tickets by clicking each and every day of the performance, I bump into two IRRESISTABLE OFFER. I manage to get into showbiz and on the 26 June show, they still have seats from Row C! That is like....fifth row from the front. Cannot resist it....bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I AM GOING TO THE SHOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....f*ck that conman seller from Gumtree who tried to con me $300 to buy her so-call first row absolutely dead centre seats. I already felt the dodginess when she offered $250 for 3 first row tickets which are currently being bid at ebay for at least $159! 11 email correspondences later, she still refuse to meet me to complete the transaction. My numerous request for her mobile phone no also came to no avail. And guess what, she gave me a stupid Adelaide address, indicating she can't meet me coz she's in Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, conwoman.....firstly, if you live in Adelaide, why would you buy 3 $109.90 tickets for the Sydney show and then selling them below market price? Crazy ar? Money too much is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...beware of this seller with this email address: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:samanthakeen@y7mail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;samanthakeen@y7mail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIATCH!.....trying to con my hard earn money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I reported her to Gumtree admin service, they had her ad removed so she cannot con ppl anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me.....I'll settle with Row 5 seats...be thankful that we can still get such GREAT seats....and WE ARE GOING TO THE SHOW NEXT MONTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WAIT FOR ME DEFORMED-FACED SINGING MAN.....I'M COMING TO SEE YOU SOOOOON! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-8059359255306686577?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/8059359255306686577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=8059359255306686577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/8059359255306686577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/8059359255306686577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/phantom-of-opera.html' title='PHANTOM OF THE OPERA'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-254438715389513584</id><published>2008-05-20T15:24:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:51:52.694+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>THE RIGHT WAY TO COOK INSTANT NOODLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.junosora.com/wp/tigerscrane/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/Shin_Ramyun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noVYgx9U9eU/Rlg-C5GpQKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Tdew73x8p7E/s1600-h/IbuMieHarMee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noVYgx9U9eU/Rlg-C5GpQKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Tdew73x8p7E/s1600-h/IbuMieHarMee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1231/1103099510_4669402431.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1231/1103099510_4669402431.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oneduasan.files.wordpress.com/2006/02/maggi_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://oneduasan.files.wordpress.com/2006/02/maggi_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as those who knows me will understand one fact about me. That I am a real sucker when it comes to instant noodles. I have a weird addiction for them all the time!! My fave....korean ones like Shin Ramyun and Nong Shim, the local Malaysian brands, Maggi (Curry flavour) and Mee Poh and the latest craze, prawn mee flavour from IbuMee; and also Indon ones like IndoMee. Not only that they are good with soup, you can even stirfry them with the powder for that extra omphhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SDJoV4baZWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/eDgGR0uhnbI/s1600-h/Yeul+Ramyon+-+Noodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202335244700247394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SDJoV4baZWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/eDgGR0uhnbI/s200/Yeul%2BRamyon%2B-%2BNoodles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it's getting chilly outside, I wish I had a bowl of Kimchi flavoured korean instant noodle waiting for me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's midnight and my stomach suddenly start crying for food, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first thought that comes out will be to cook a yummy bowl of hot instant noodle.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wherever I am, whenever it is, ask me if I want instant noodle and I will never ever say NO! (putting aside the fact that it's bad for health and the occasional guilt for having too many of them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to cook them the usual way anyone would cook:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Boil water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Pour powder in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Put noodle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Occasionally put some vege or crack an egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Viola....INSTANT NOODLE DOODLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one day I suddenly decide that I wanna change the way I cook and add an extra step. Cyn told me once that instant noodle contains wax which takes our body 3-4 days to excrete that wax off. So light bulb came up my brains that those extra steps would make the instant noodle meal 'healthier' than usual...I know lar, regardless of what method of cooking, it's still unhealthy lar.... I did so partly so that I have less guilt in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEW METHOD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Boil water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Put noodle in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Wake for noodle to soften&lt;br /&gt;4. Drain noodle, put under cold running water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Drain, set aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Boil water again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Pour powder into it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Add vege or egg or meat etc etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Pour hot soup onto noodle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok lar...it wasn't just an extra step....it was a few more steps but trust me....it IS indeed the healthier way of eating noodle!!! Pouring away the water u used to cook the noodle reduces the amount of wax you eat in. Because when the noodle is cooking, the wax falls into the water, and imagine using that same water to cook the soup as well.....all the wax that's going in your body....ewwwwww.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, REMEMBER....THOSE EXTRA STEPS GOOOOES A LOOOOOOOONG WAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND YUMMMMM.....INSTANT NOODLE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-254438715389513584?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/254438715389513584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=254438715389513584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/254438715389513584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/254438715389513584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/right-way-to-cook-instant-noodle.html' title='THE RIGHT WAY TO COOK INSTANT NOODLE'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_noVYgx9U9eU/Rlg-C5GpQKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Tdew73x8p7E/s72-c/IbuMieHarMee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-5809007874258030192</id><published>2008-05-18T18:40:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:57:02.993+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>SLEEPING IS EVIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.instablogsimages.com/images/2007/07/26/good-nights-sleep_5810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.instablogsimages.com/images/2007/07/26/good-nights-sleep_5810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.setonhill.edu/TiffanyGilbert/Devil.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blogs.setonhill.edu/TiffanyGilbert/Devil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yessss....SLEEPING IS EVIL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, what I mean here is excessive sleeping, sleeping that is not part of your neccesity which occurs usually in the evenings or afternoons or simply when you are bored with apparently 'nothing to do'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I just googled 'excessive sleep' and guess what came up? Apparently there is a term for that:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HYPERSOMNIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or also known as,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NARCOLEPSY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Symptoms include tired due to lack or interrupted sleep at night, feeling compelled to naps during the day (often at inappropriate times like during meal), difficulty waking up from long sleeps, decreased energy, lethargic, restlessness and memory difficulty. An adult is considered to suffer from hypersomnia when he sleeps more than 10 hours a day on a regular basis for at least 2 weeks, or feels compelled to naps repeatedly during the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Besides it being a sickness, excessive sleeping also is devilish because:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You feel lethargic everyday, regardless of how many hours you sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You waste time sleeping when you should be doing something more progressive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your sleeping pattern becomes so random, you tend to not be able to sleep at night when you should be. And you sleep when the day's fine and everyone's out enjoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You lose ability to function in the family, social, occupational and in other settings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And it's super annoying when you wanna nap, you find 15489651 excuses to sleep like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, I've got nothing to do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm feeling tired&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's too hot/cold to go outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just had a meal so I need to 'lie down' for a while&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what, the first reason is the most annoying one. Simply because you have nothing to do? There's never a time when there is nothing to do. The laundry's ever piling, the floor needs constant sleeping and mopping, the oven needs cleaning, the carpet needs vacuuming, everywhere needs cleaning! Don't ever say you wanna sleep because you have nothing to do and then when people ask you why you have not done something, you simply reply because you haven't got the time to do so! Pathetic isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can occasionally indulge a bit and sleep longer but it shouldn't happen for a period more than one week...ok lar....Wikipedia say, 2 weeks. Fine....2 weeks, anything more than that and you have to accept that you are suffering from HYPERSOMNIA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And one more annoying scenario. You are in a yum cha session one weekend noon with a bunch of friends. After yum cha, we were deciding what to do next since it's a weekend and everyone's free. Out of nowhere, one of your friend say he/she says he plans to go home to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMG....You planned your naps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OMG....You actually want to go home to sleep when you already sleep for 10 hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OMG....we are planning some outting and you, regardless of what we have planned, simply ignore it because you already have plans to pig at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OMG....and you are still not admitting you have a &lt;strong&gt;sleeping problem&lt;/strong&gt;??!?!!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok. I have to admit it, me being so anti-excessive sleeping is also due to personal reasons and personal experience. I have a phobia for people who tend to zzz a lot because I have had a very bad experience with an ex who loooooves to sleep and if you ever try to wake him up from a nap, he will be nasty....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've had experience of making plans to go out with him only to reach his place and watch him sleep away because I can't seem to wake him up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've had times when we are in the middle of a date and he realise he's sleepy and wants to go home to sleep. The poor thing me had to stay up and wait for him to wake up to send me home...and I always return home late simply because he cannot wake up and gets nasty when i try to wake him up. And when he does wake up eventually, he gets crazy with himself because he cannot wake up....and gets all frustrated and severe anxiety. There goes our date....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he pigs so much, he sleeps hours and hours and despite having graduated from Uni for more than a year but still can't get a job...not because he can't find one, but because he sleeps so much he hasn't got the energy and mental power to actually wake up to look for jobs through career sites and newspaper ads. For over a year I had to go through career ads after ads, scan through them, draw up his resume, draw up his cover letter and actually submitting it for him! Only to end up being reprimanded later on when he realise the job I applied is not what he wants or is not what he expects. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when he finally found a job in sales, he manage to wake up early to go in to the office in the mornings and then, when it's time to go out to hunt for sales opportunity, he actually goes home to sleep!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scary isn't it? When it comes to think you might end up like the past me. To me, it's simply too bad experience for me that I don't want to go through anymore and don't even want to take the chance that I might go through that again.....That is why it really gets on my nerve when I come across people who sleeps a lot. Not because I am a crazy woman who have nothing better to do than to nag at you sleeping, nor am I trying to change your lifestyle whatsoever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is because I don't want to go through that same old path again. Where I watch my partner's life goes downward as he's unwilling to admit he has hypersomnia while I continously find 101 ways to go upwards. When the gap reaches a too high variance, so will the distance and eventually our relationship, be it friendship or a couple, sours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;REMEMBER.....It's still not to late to admit you suffer from this disease. Because, there are still ways or medication that can cure it....the only obstacle to achieving the treatment is when you yourself chose to ignore it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yessss....sleeping is still evil!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-5809007874258030192?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5809007874258030192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5809007874258030192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5809007874258030192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5809007874258030192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleeping-is-evil.html' title='SLEEPING IS EVIL!'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-5140090205052312408</id><published>2008-05-16T11:16:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:54:31.415+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 to 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>FINGERS CROSSED</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the absence the past week. I had been getting my hands full on preparing for interview and more interview. 2 down.....and a weekend to relax now. I think I did well in the 2nd interview.....couldn't have asked for me. So the only thing I can do now is to keep my fingers crossed....for luck that I'll get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sc.iitb.ac.in/~janas/Fcros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was very happy with my performance in the interview yesterday, not that I say I will definitely get the job but at least I had no regrets of not doing this or not saying that by the time I walked out of the office. So as a form of encouragement to myself, I am treating myself a lil gift as an 'encouragement'. Keke....there's always a million reason to spoil yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what's the best gift to present yourself other than a watch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what's better than buying yourself a BREIL? (ok lar...I know there's tag heuer lar...but dun forget I am only just starting to work. Breil's the best I could afford)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walked past the shop at QVB yesterday and fell in love with this red leather strap number. I refrained myself from buying it on the spot, just in case it was a case of impulsive spending. I waited till this morning and decided I still want it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok....I'm not good with leather strap watches. Simply because I treat any watch I have as if it's a super durable army watch or something. I even wear my watch to swim last time....and have a bad habit of banging my watch to the railings on stairways. I know I am a freak but I like to sound of the metal strap against the metal railing....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But think about it, I want a watch to wear to work actually. I dunno what job I will be getting but I think I could do with a decent nice watch to wear to work. The one I am wearing now, it's been with me since I was like at Form 2 or something....11 years! And the fact it's more of a sentimental value now, I'll still wear it whenever I can. Just that wearing a Breil looks more professional. =) So....splurge a bit lar. I think I deserve it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And dun play play....Charlize Theron is the spokesperson for Breil. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.luxurylaunches.com/entry_images/1007/23/Charlize_Theron_Breil_Milano_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ooooo...and RED.....red leather strap BREIL....stricking yet distinctive......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BREIL....DON'T TOUCH MY BREIL.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-5140090205052312408?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5140090205052312408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5140090205052312408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5140090205052312408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5140090205052312408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/fingers-crossed.html' title='FINGERS CROSSED'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-6541317701268251096</id><published>2008-05-09T13:41:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:54:49.382+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party Party'/><title type='text'>MISSING MALTESE....PLEASE HELP!</title><content type='html'>I saw this post at Innit in Nuffnang website and immediately feel the need to help out a bit. I know the chances are slim but we must do anything we can....every lil help counts!! Being a 'mummy' to a maltese as well, I know how the owner must be feeling now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198226688865242978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SCPPodPEj2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/v0nNPFLK1DI/s320/Cutout%252B111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melody (pic above), a 6 month old Maltese weighing 2.5kg was abducted from her house at Taman OUG, Kuala Lumpur on the 5th May 2008. She's microchipped and the number reads 458098500150716.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please call 012-3656203 if u see any suspicious people selling Maltese or if you have friend who just bought a Maltese or you see some dog that looks like this wandering aimlessly on the streets. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please.....help this poor owner find her dog back......Tell your friends about this, post this up ur blog.....just do anything you can to help this doggie munchkin find her mummy back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.mydearmelody.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more photos of Melody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-6541317701268251096?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/6541317701268251096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=6541317701268251096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/6541317701268251096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/6541317701268251096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-malteseplease-help.html' title='MISSING MALTESE....PLEASE HELP!'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SCPPodPEj2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/v0nNPFLK1DI/s72-c/Cutout%252B111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-1565614110617957073</id><published>2008-05-09T12:40:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:05:46.162+09:30</updated><title type='text'>FULL FORCE JOB HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jfs.ohio.gov/ouc/Unemployed%20Worker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://jfs.ohio.gov/ouc/Unemployed%20Worker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For the past few days, ever since PR has been approved, I have been walking the streets all day long with a newspaper on one hand &amp;amp; a red marker pen on the other. Whenever I found a place to sit, it would be as if I'm playing tic-tac-toe with the career advertisements in the newspaper....either a big 'O' or a frustrating 'X'. &amp;amp; each time I step outta a building, it's always an indication that it's time to put a big 'X' on the job advertised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Nope, not good enough for them...failed...ARGHHHHHH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;before marking a BIG 'X' on the papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha....Just kidding! Fortunately, with the blessings on career websites and email, there's no longer the urgency to repeat those scenario above. Thankful, I should say, for job hunt is now simplied to only browsing through the career sites and employment agencies' website for suitable career opportunities. Once found, click 'APPLY' and attach resume. Simple.....so be thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unfortunate part is that no matter you are in those conventional job seek period or the current internet browsing period, there is one thing that will always exist regardless, that is....disappointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you start to get negative responses, or even no response at all. That's when disappointment kicks in. You think your resume is not good enough, you feel your experience is not strong enough, you hate that you are getting old. Trust me, any negative thoughts will come up. You'll start to worry, stress and break down..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a summary of what I feel this entire week. That is why I wasn't exactly all happy and excited when my PR came thru, because I know the next step after would be all this shit crap. PR is only the key to open the door to the world ahead of you......it's the beginning, not the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you now....the moment I get a full time job that I want, that would be the time you'll see me jumping up and down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky enough, I had one hopeful response by the end of this week and at least, this hope will get me through the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenleech2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-1565614110617957073?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/1565614110617957073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=1565614110617957073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1565614110617957073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1565614110617957073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/full-force-job-hunt.html' title='FULL FORCE JOB HUNT'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-5596669726095428676</id><published>2008-05-06T13:43:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:27:28.265+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>THE ROAD IS FINALLY OPENED!</title><content type='html'>Holy Mother of God! I got a call early this morning....and it was from my migration agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197116165167260658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SB_dneE8I_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Qt3VsULC5V8/s400/PR.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MY PR APPLICATION IS OFFICIALLY APPROVED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY AN AUSTRALIAN PERMANENET RESIDENCY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have waited almost 9 months plus for it...had been looking forward to this day since 2 freaking years ago....and the stork has finally arrived with this precious baby for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It was more to having a sense of relief than happy excited actually. A friend asked if I have jumped up and down 10 times already since I got the news. And the answer is just a simple "no" because after all the trouble and obstacles and choices I had to make to come to this conclusion....I am just relieved that the road is finally opened. Opened for me to walked further on until I meet another decision in residency again: To stay or to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But regardless, I do feel a bit solemn after the excitement of getting the news. It's like I could see myself finally asking myself, "So, the day has finally arrived. Worth all the wait?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now, thankfully, everything seemed to worked out these 2 years, Mum's fully recovered from her battle with cancer devil, school fees paid, made new besties on the way and finally......the DAY has arrived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197120262566061058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SB_hV-E8JAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BhXDW3Rtjq0/s320/20012008375%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Can you see the clear path ahead?? What's next in the menu then? Bring it on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&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/553104098253766293-5596669726095428676?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5596669726095428676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5596669726095428676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5596669726095428676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5596669726095428676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-mother-of-god-i-got-call-early.html' title='THE ROAD IS FINALLY OPENED!'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SB_dneE8I_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Qt3VsULC5V8/s72-c/PR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-2015354159658241561</id><published>2008-05-05T10:23:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:16:46.445+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 to 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ing'/><title type='text'>COMMITMENT ISSUES</title><content type='html'>I am beginning to realise I have &lt;strong&gt;commitment&lt;/strong&gt; issues. And it extents to the point where career hunting can be a too-much-to-handle situation for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/jlv/lowres/jlvn80l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is: I've been doing contract jobs and temp positions, meaning I go to work everyday like everybody else.....work the same amount of time, do the same amount of work and go home. Just that the major difference is I am not considered an employee for that company. I don't get leave loading and if I don't come in to work, I don't get paid. As simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am beginning to feel too comfortable with this idea. Well, at least I don't have to hand in my leave application months before the actual date itself nor do I need to give any notice prior to leaving the company. Whenever I have exams or anything, I could just tell my superior one day prior and that's it, I get my day off. I love the idea that I don't need to be tied down by work contracts or agreements. I love the idea of being a freelancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I am in the middle of hunting for a permanent job, it suddenly hit me that eventually I will belong somewhere, be tied down by contracts and work agreements. I will be subjected to everything the company says or instruct. I will be officially TIED DOWN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get the big 'YES', sign the papers and *BaM* I am officially &lt;s&gt;hired!&lt;/s&gt; sold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.rike.com/images/Contract.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, its kinda a dilemma whenever I am being called for an interview. In a way I wanna get a job offer but in the other way, I wish I could remain in whatever position I am in now.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh...I am beginning to feel like Gulliver in Gullivers' Travel....being tied down by many many tiny people....I feel choked, I feel heavy......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ongoing-tales.com/SERIALS/oldtime/STORIES/GULLIVER/gulliver1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I am suffocating............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh....I sound like a man being forced into an arranged marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/44403000/jpg/_44403330_afp_honour203long.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/553104098253766293-2015354159658241561?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/2015354159658241561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=2015354159658241561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2015354159658241561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2015354159658241561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/commitment-issues.html' title='COMMITMENT ISSUES'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-4049635440452132527</id><published>2008-05-04T15:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:29:47.015+09:30</updated><title type='text'>我不配 - 周杰伦</title><content type='html'>This music video always never fail to touch me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sm6NjtSbzYo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sm6NjtSbzYo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-4049635440452132527?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/4049635440452132527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=4049635440452132527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4049635440452132527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4049635440452132527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='我不配 - 周杰伦'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-1759529682742303192</id><published>2008-05-03T23:09:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:23:47.953+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'M TAGGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Instructions: Remove one question from those below, add in one of your own (personal), to make a total of 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 people in your list at the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notify them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. At what age do you wish to be married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to think it'll be 24 when I was at high school....now, i think its gonna be a far far away story.....I have commitment issues, remember?? Probably 35?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What should you be doing now instead of this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really anything.....maybe some work here n there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A lot....Hong Kong, Maldives, I wanna see New York, I wanna go London, I wanna go Japan.....anywhere will do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that everything in this world would be more simple, decisions are minimised and everyone's contented with what they have...yes, my dreams are HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the world where everyone still trades on money! Unless I am cast away in some unknown island that even if you have all the money in the world, you still need to hunt for food and build fire to keep warm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved ones, my mobile.....my DOG! thats the one I am most afraid of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$1 million isn't a lot these days...I'll save it in my FD and still work and play as usual....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What would be your first splurge when u get your first pay (from proper full time job, not part-time)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'll wait till mum n dad comes and spend them to Tetsuya's. Or I'll splurge on gym membership....or working clothes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Studious.....in other word....NERD....which is good lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;2) Animal lover....2 thumbs up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;3) Loves her family.....2 toes up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;maturity, have the initiative to want to improve and progress in life, shares the same concept as I do, and willing to work towards a common goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;People that brags a lot but have little capabilities. People who don't know how to be happy with what they have now. People who hog the road and walk slowly when everyone's trying to find a way to cut through.....Basically I hate people who brings negative chi into my life.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. If you are given the chance to go back to the past and make a difference, will you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- there are 2 things that I will change.....but I guess I am happy with what I have now. Coz the wrong choices in life brings me a lot of good things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What is your most embarassing moment in your entire life?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What is your greatest worry right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That I would not be able to get a job, that I would not be able to save as much as I want, I'm worried about my dear Rooney most of the time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;To be happy and content with what u have and not ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am not, but could be....but I do have looooong thoughts before buying something. I usually buy cheaper stuff so I dun hesitate as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;procrastinate, to sleep less, less temperamental and more calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;diff problem i share with diff people one worrr....perhaps Cynthia for most of my problems....and fun oso lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What's your weakest point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I let my feelings conquer my rationality....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What's the thing that you're most proud of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My brought up.....at least I have the basic courtesy and manners and understand that in world, its not all about money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.What is the one thing you regret most?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;I do regret in not goin back to Malaysia 2 years ago....but hey, I learn a lot in these 2 years too....so its a give take situation.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-1759529682742303192?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/1759529682742303192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=1759529682742303192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1759529682742303192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1759529682742303192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-tagged.html' title='I&apos;M TAGGED'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-2643326276960995520</id><published>2008-04-30T09:07:00.008+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:52:13.144+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MDG'/><title type='text'>CINDY'S DAD REMINDS ME OF DR. EVIL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194816094216135538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SBextuE8I3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/T58PTZHgV2s/s320/20080427-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BLOODY HELL....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cindy won the first season of Malaysian Dreamgirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That is just soooo wrong! The favourite, Hanis, only manage to get 2nd runner up. What kinda crap is this?!?!!? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was at 1Utama for the final....I would have boo-ed kau kau for that and stomp away from the venue before security caught up with me.....no, seriously because I am boycotting the results!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the point, have everyone typed the wrong name when sms-ing to vote? Or, is Cindy dad really sooooo 'powderful' he owned like 20 hps and spend every single minute of his free time sms-ing to vote for her "yin du poh, ma lai poh" daughter?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can anyone recount what Cindy has done in MDG that isn't worth hating?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First the shoe accident....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then the fake accent (the toh-may-toes incident)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And who can forget those planning-to-take-over-the-world- phone calls she had with her dad....seriously, they sounded like Dr. Evil discussing some wicked plans on how to take over planet Earth with Mini Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194823382775636882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SBe4V-E8I5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/MgnIvObzGiA/s320/untitled.JPG" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And those crocodile tears she shed during the elimination....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh, the list could go on, man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then face the fact, she might have won all the goodies and a car but trust me, that's about it when it comes to beating Hanis....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coz you may have the title and the prize....but Hanis will be the one getting all the jobs and the praises!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194825551734121378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SBe6UOE8I6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/UYyYNjtesrE/s320/20080427-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Because, anyone with eyes would be able to see who's the worst among the 3 girls in the picture. And people will know who has the better potential. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's why I said in my last post....&lt;strong&gt;MDG should stand for Malaysian Drama Girl&lt;/strong&gt;....the girl with the most drama wins....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hence...(with the Paris Hilton tone) &lt;em&gt;"OMG Cindy....you totally score it! It's like, you are so dramatic! I'm like totally happy for you.....totally! And like, you are sooooo lucky to have like such a cool daddy...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*Puittt*&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My opinion::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ROCK, HANIS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194829339895276466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SBe9wuE8I7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yjHl16D6_2Q/s400/20080427-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE THE TRUE MALAYSIAN DREAMGIRL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat your heart out, Cindy, because you may have won the title but not the recognition from us all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-2643326276960995520?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/2643326276960995520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=2643326276960995520&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2643326276960995520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2643326276960995520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/cindys-dad-reminds-me-of-dr-evil.html' title='CINDY&apos;S DAD REMINDS ME OF DR. EVIL...'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SBextuE8I3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/T58PTZHgV2s/s72-c/20080427-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-4514912001350380167</id><published>2008-04-29T15:14:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:25:16.115+09:30</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER SHORT ONE....</title><content type='html'>By short, I mean a short post.....it's gonna be that way until the end of the week when my monsterous CPA exams are over and I'm done with my interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysian Dream Girl....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out why Jay, Ringo and Nadia had to go. Leaving Hanis to fight the bitchy Cindy and the blurry Adeline....Let's hope this lil girl wins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to watch all those episodes where Jay, Ringo and Nadia were eliminated. Simply because my internet connection was capped down the a snail-lish speed and for one simple reason: I've got to STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha....I can't wait for the week to come to an end.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, random pictures time!!! Have you seen the real-life Garfield which was publish on the papers few weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194540636488606546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SBa3L-E8I1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/juMPLdfnoC0/s320/1299329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And its not a fake picture coz it was from the local newspaper.....he's from Germany or something....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you seen this dog with a real BIG tongue? I found this picture on a local dog adoption centre:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194541074575270754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SBa3leE8I2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BMWf0ZblPX8/s320/coco08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok.....gtg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-4514912001350380167?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/4514912001350380167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=4514912001350380167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4514912001350380167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4514912001350380167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-short-one.html' title='ANOTHER SHORT ONE....'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SBa3L-E8I1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/juMPLdfnoC0/s72-c/1299329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-7698897184717506720</id><published>2008-04-28T15:04:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:19:37.231+09:30</updated><title type='text'>QUICK UPDATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just came to realise I have actually typed up at least 3 posts and then abandon them halfway. It's either I lose track of what I am writing, or I stopped halfway due to some unforeseen issues coming up along the way and then lose interest in continuing. So I am just gonna do a quick one before I abandon this post again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams is exactly 4 days away.....I am still in the midst of finishing the final module...and abandon 1/2 of module 4 due to lack of time and interest! Hopefully I can fin module 7 by tonite and then proceed to revise the important guidelines and principles....I've got headache attacking every now and then and my brains are only filled with Trades Practices Act 1974, ASX Principles of Good Corporate Governance and the OECD Corp Governance Principles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I've got a job interview supposedly scheduled on this coming Wednesday at 5:00pm. But luckily they called up and rescheduled it to Thursday, giving me more time to prepare. I'm bloody hell, going 25 this year and this is my first ever serious interview for a permanent position.....wat a failure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo, one good thing happened though, my migration agent just shoot me an email this morning saying my Permanent Residency application has been allocated with a case officer and the case is expected to be finalised soon....*PHEWWWWWW*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some inner thoughts I have: I have been imagining the possibilities have I decide to go back to Malaysia for good when given the opportunity 3 years ago....the fact that I will already be at least an Audit Senior Associate and already in the finishing mark of completing my CPA totally....and then as comparison with my life now.....it's kinda depressing. People ask why I have the thinking of going back KL, why not stay here in Aussie for good. The answer is just simple: What do I have here in Sydney that's worth me staying back? Career....not yet, family....none, friends....eventually everyone's gonna go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....u may argue the lifestyle here is good. I cannot deny it but if I don't have a decent career, how good can ur lifestyle be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, I have a house to lived on without the fear of being evicted, I have a car I can drive around, I sleep in expensive comfortable firm mattress, I have delicious home cook food and soup, I have someone to clean my house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Australia, I have to rent with the fear that I might be evicted, I sleep on a stupid cheap IKEA mattress on the floor, I have to cook if I am ever hungry, I clean the house without any help....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say I am a mama's girl or I can't give up my comfort zone or whatever, but I still don't see the point of staying back. Not when I don't have a career and I don't have family support to pull through my life....I can be without my family for a few years, but not forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until I have a career that is too good to forgo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-7698897184717506720?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/7698897184717506720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=7698897184717506720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7698897184717506720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7698897184717506720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-updates.html' title='QUICK UPDATES'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-5406049730509301787</id><published>2008-04-24T12:43:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-24T13:25:53.699+09:30</updated><title type='text'>WEIRD DREAM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up this morning wondering why I had dreamt about what I dreamed the night before...it was weird...totally out of nowhere, but it's sooo random that it's soooo funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the dream I had was about a relationship between a daughter and her stepfather. Regardless to say, I played the daughter part lar since it is my dream.....who plays the role of the stepfather then? Haha....you will laugh the moment I reveal who....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So free your hands now so u can cover your mouth and laugh all you want....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*jeng, jeng.....JENG* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/LiveEarth/artists/easonchan/eason1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eason Chan!?!??!?! Of all person, why him? I don't know....and don't bother asking me logical questions like "Hah, Eason is ur stepdad? How old are you then? How old is your mum ar?" I woke up and laughed myself too....I mean I have always think Eason make a funny dad....but actually dreaming of being his daughter tops it all! And, as stupid as it may seem, at least my subconscious mind still knows its impossible I can be his daughter, therefore stepdaughter was at least.... 'achieveable'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....I dreamt that this stepfather of mine was actually rushing off to his own concert. And he is already super duper late for his own concert coz he was having dinner at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyah, all concert starts late one lar....&lt;/em&gt;I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the very last minute, I suddenly asked him if I could follow. I told him I have never had a chance to watch a concert from the backstage before. Moreover, I wanted to see how messy the backstage was gonna be in an event of a big show. By the time I changed and wanted to put on some make up, he was already soooo late I had to grab my makeup and runnnnn. For further reference, it was already in such rush I just simply slipped on a plain pink t-shirt and a jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bradfordlee.com/uploaded_images/Photo_021606_042%5B1%5D-768780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the time we reached there, the whole hall was already packed with full-force fans. Eason hurriedly left my sight to get changed, but not before he told his assistant to watch over me because not all the crew there knew I was the daughter. So the assistant followed me around while I explore the backstage lor....and everywhere I went, whenever someone stopped me, the assistant would go, "She's Eason's step daughter..." and instantly I would be allow to trespass anywhere I wanted to go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok...already funny enough....the even crazier part: When I heard the music started to play, I rushed to the entrance to catch a glimpse of Eason making way to the stage. As they countdown to the beginning of the show, I saw a bunch of dancers queued behind him...they were dancing along to the music, synchronised. And I realise they were all wearing....PINK! Then Eason saw me and smiled, as if assuring me he's all prepared. Then he asked the crew members to allow me in. I jokingly asked him if I could enter the stage with him and the rest of the dancers as well, since I was in pink too. He quickly answered a big yessss and held my hands (father-daughter kinda of hold hands lar.....not lovers), saying it would be great too that his fans could meet his stepdaughter. *Duh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of a sudden, out of random, my sis turned up among the crowd too....She too wanted to be part of the show. Then I suggested that it would look even nicer if he could make his first stage appearance with both daughters by his side and pink dancers all over. But that idea was quickly banned by him, coz my sis was wearing a white and brownish bomber jacket.....not pink, therefore not in theme with the rest of us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Throughout the time, I kept wondering what concert it is. The customes does not seem like his most recent Moving On concert. I felt more like the older one...the Get a Life concert. And I was actually glad about it, coz it means the rundown will consist more of his older songs which I was more familiar about, and I felt much more closer about the whole thing. Too bad now I cannot recall which song was played as the beginning song though....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right before we entered the stage, Eason tried to synchronise my dance move with the rest so that I'm not the odd one out later when the show starts. As I dance n dance.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes. I did....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried to go back to sleep to continue dreaming but my dreams diverted to something else. Something even more random but let's just stop here before you all accuse me of being lunatic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just in case you are wondering, I did not see a glimpse of my mother in the whole dream. So I am not sure how young or how she looks like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came in to office this morning and the first thing I had to google was Eason Chan. He suddenly became such a fatherly figure to me. Haha.....Totally random but funny enough, I wish it would actually last longer so I could see what happens next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok....enough of randomness.....back to work now.....now how I wish I was Constance Chan! Stupid silly me.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192654471535797058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SBADuuE8I0I/AAAAAAAAAXA/3DtWxcpdk4M/s320/silly%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-5406049730509301787?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5406049730509301787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5406049730509301787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5406049730509301787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5406049730509301787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/weird-dream.html' title='WEIRD DREAM...'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SBADuuE8I0I/AAAAAAAAAXA/3DtWxcpdk4M/s72-c/silly%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-6487293039171916608</id><published>2008-04-23T08:45:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:39:46.158+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>HE'S A WOMAN, SHE'S A MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As you may have known from somewhere or through my past &lt;a href="http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/cj7.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; of CJ7, the kid in the movie who acted as Stephen Chow's son, is a girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YES......it's a fact that HE (photo below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192215117856252626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SA50I-E8ItI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zQwWq8y5x5I/s320/photo_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is actually a SHE (below).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192215285359977186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SA50SuE8IuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/OA7JR621KrI/s320/5087378729068800202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No surprise about that because everyone already knows about it anyway.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But remember the other kid in the movie? The dude who played the part of a arrogant, rich bully school kid who gel all his hair up? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192223527402218226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SA57yeE8IvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LECKc0Zpryo/s320/9542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192223763625419522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SA58AOE8IwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/N8SGqitXjuM/s320/photo_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He did quite a remarkable job playing that part.....but here's the catch.....HE is not actually a HE, but a SHE! Oooo, yes, 'he', as the matter of fact, turns out to be a girl as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192224360625873682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SA58i-E8IxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LVMhJ_H_hpU/s320/46651_200801271241151.thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it's not me crapping something out.....I know it from Vincent Kok's &lt;a href="http://www.alivenotdead.com/vincentkok/CJ7-profile-89289.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Who's Vincent Kok I hear you ask? He is the script writer and the producer of the movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So....believe it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry though...you can still drool over the teacher....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.kino-govno.com/images/cj7/cj7_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's still a girl....*phewwww*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-6487293039171916608?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/6487293039171916608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=6487293039171916608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/6487293039171916608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/6487293039171916608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/hes-woman-shes-man.html' title='HE&apos;S A WOMAN, SHE&apos;S A MAN'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SA50I-E8ItI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zQwWq8y5x5I/s72-c/photo_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-5932945881126570610</id><published>2008-04-15T09:49:00.019+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:39:53.415+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MDG'/><title type='text'>Malaysian Drama Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQaPs0mEaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1kHCR5nN31Y/s1600-h/6leftr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189301527669772706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQaPs0mEaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1kHCR5nN31Y/s400/6leftr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By Episode 12, I have to constantly slapped myself on the face to remind myself that this is a model search. Coz by now, I realise one thing, that is, in order to win the competition, it ain't about how well you perform or how professional your shoots turn out. It is about one thing....the &lt;strong&gt;right amount of exposure&lt;/strong&gt;. And one way to earn it is to drama around the house.... not to the max that you look like a total biatch, and not too minimal to the point there's nothing to bitch about. Because the people who decides if you should stay or not aren't professionals in the industry, they are just simple audience looking forward to watch some action around the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMG! IT'S NO LONGER MALAYSIAN DREAMGIRL NOW....IT HAS BECOME MALAYSIAN DRAMA GIRL SEARCH....and these girls all know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAP8nc0mENI/AAAAAAAAAUY/y-LviaZT3L4/s1600-h/jay+mifa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189268950342832338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAP8nc0mENI/AAAAAAAAAUY/y-LviaZT3L4/s200/jay+mifa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at Jay, she started off being such an angelic sweety, not siding either party or girl. That made her appear lesser and lesser in every episode, simply because there isn't any dramas evolving around her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, she landed on bottom 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not that she did not perform well, because her exposure level was decreasing simply because she chose to keep her mouth shut on the drama going ard the hse.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she's starting to know the rules of the game &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQCQ80mEOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/QkIvLis1Xho/s1600-h/savanh+too+jay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189275160865542370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQCQ80mEOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/QkIvLis1Xho/s200/savanh+too+jay.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by now....that's y she was telling her fren over the phone that she has to comment something about someone just to play a little part of the whole drama going ard the hse....just so that the producer will slot in more 'news' about her into the show. No doubt about her model quality, just look at the amount of jobs she got at MIFA.....the designers love her....she just needed to find ways to appear more in the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jay...Jay, please VOTE for Jay. For she is no drama queen and have a huge tolerance level when it comes to bitchiness in the industry.....isn't that sufficient to be everyone's dream girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQC_M0mEPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZlNTrNj2Em4/s1600-h/nadia03.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189275955434492146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQC_M0mEPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZlNTrNj2Em4/s200/nadia03.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there is Nadia.....gosh, I have come to realise she is playing this game a lil over the top now. Her photoshoots were all sooooo good that she is starting to BRAG about it, just so to promote the supermodel aura in herself. Maybe to encourage herself, maybe to scare other girls' confidence away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever the intention is, at least manage to start some drama around the house now. All girls are talking about how she brags about her portfolio shoot and her 'strong' desire to win the car and the competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No wonder her face was sooooo spookily disappointed when she was called out as the bottom 3....her looks were soooooo tulan she could have rip off Sazzy and threw a big drama fit right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189287096579658050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQNHs0mEUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Y0FxibQhL6g/s320/elimination.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Drama is goooood.....so since there is new drama about her arrogance, probably she'll last longer now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQJ_s0mESI/AAAAAAAAAVA/jozo6hYrPqA/s1600-h/savanh+too+cindy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189283660605821218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQJ_s0mESI/AAAAAAAAAVA/jozo6hYrPqA/s200/savanh+too+cindy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bloody hell! &lt;strong&gt;Cindy is a total bitch&lt;/strong&gt;! I know lar, a lot of bloggers have say that she ain't as bitchy as portrayed in the show. But then, come on lar....she deserved to be labelled a bitch. She can never keep her mouth shut about anything. So what if people call you a fake accent? Indeed wat, you really speak with an accent of dunno-what-country. (Ei, girl, it's pronounce as to-mah-toes lar....not to-may-toes if its Aussie accent you got there) It's totally fine with me for that accent thing lar.....but then just shut the f*ck up when the other girls complaining lar....why you yourself wanna make a fuss about it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And girls arrrr, you can only see her true face when she is talking with her family.....and her true colours as a princess-manja-pot totally shines when she's on the phone with her dad. As if she is used to attentions and praises and once she knows she ain't like by others in the house, she give those princess-ey face. No wonder she likes Paris Hilton (as quoted in her blog)......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I especially hate that on episode 11, when Fiqa was talking in front of the camera while Ringo and Hanis was having dinner, all of a sudden she shouted and ran towards the living room. Eh, kampung girl, cannot see people doing a shoot ar? Or you so attention-seeking you wanna grab some attention so that the crew will fly over to film you is it? Respect people a bit lar....RUDE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189287792364360034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQNwM0mEWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/QfJpaNaqjPg/s320/cindy+gila.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no body to judge if she is bitchy or not real person....but she is not playing her cards well lar.....the producer is trying to catch every scene of her being a bitch and she always have something for them to show....so, it's either you ARE indeed a bitch, or you just already kena caught at the wrong time lor...which means you are DUMB! If you are in Big Brother's house ar, confirm you already kena bitch-slapped dy. And now that Adeline is drifting away from her, she doesn't refer her as Adeline anymore when she talks with her dad....Adeline is simply "that chinese one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Start another drama lar if you wanna get attention. Talking back about the shoe incident with Fiqa and the pukimak incident is soooooooo last century~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189287491716649298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQNes0mEVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/5HHHScMRV48/s320/bitch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Still a bitch..with no new drama idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQOaM0mEXI/AAAAAAAAAVo/T_ELI0xwSZA/s1600-h/savanh+too+ringo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189288513918865778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQOaM0mEXI/AAAAAAAAAVo/T_ELI0xwSZA/s200/savanh+too+ringo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing much to comment about her lar....don't bother to oso....coz with such huge fan base, nothing could possibly go wrong with her. Blogging for soooo long now, people already have a impression of who she is, so she don't need to play anything at all in the house....Just chillax and prepare to enter top 3 lar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Being a muse despite the height and all.....proves she has a huge fan base! She's probably the safest among all girls....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hanis....oh Hanis. Still as sweet as ever! Nevertheless with such cute face, she could get&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQQD80mEYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/o2mVPEtMrEU/s1600-h/hanis+mifa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189290330690032002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQQD80mEYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/o2mVPEtMrEU/s200/hanis+mifa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; away with anything. Even when bitching about Cindy's accent, she could pull it off with that half-joking-half-cute tone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I particularly like that after her mum told her she should speak more English, she did what was told and tried her best to converse in English....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Smooth sailing to Top 3.....because she plays a subtle part in the drama thing around the house. No one bitches about her as you realise....but she also plays the Jay attitude, only comment, don't create!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQRts0mEZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NB-d1VKpEaw/s1600-h/savanh+too+adeline.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189292147461198226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQRts0mEZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NB-d1VKpEaw/s200/savanh+too+adeline.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adeline.....running away from Cindy now. Perhaps trying to avoid the bad aura floating around Cindy. Or she's trying to break free from just being 'Cindy's accomplice'. She wants to be Adeline now...all on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has got no drama involve around her....nor had she comment. Will not be surprise if she is the next one out.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Coz "no news is good news"crap....it doesn't work in this show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONCLUSION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The show should disable the audience voting thing lar. It's getting too bias. Audience vote base on what they see on every episode. And those footage has been sooooo heavily edited that the trustworthy of it might be just 20%! So, in a way, the crew has a say of who they want to win....because they have tried to portray every gal with a certain trait. Like Cindy being a princess-bitch, Nadia the arrogant one, Jay the angelic one, Hanis the baby, Adeline the kampung-slang gal and Ringo the sweet blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let the professionals judge lar....after all, it's a model search....and it's only fair if it's based on truely unbias of personality and 100% performance based. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Or ok lar, sms voting system helps promote the show mah.....rite? Then why not change the way of voting? Why not audience sms and vote the one they wanna see leave instead? So by the end, the one with the highest vote leaves! Isn't is better that way? So there's never bottom 3....only a 100% confirmation that the highest vote LEAVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, I guess maybe the producer secretly wants to emphasize the drama....because face it, I myself pays more attention when the drama comes up (without me myself realising ok!) Human instinct after all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&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/553104098253766293-5932945881126570610?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5932945881126570610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5932945881126570610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5932945881126570610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5932945881126570610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/malaysian-drama-girl.html' title='Malaysian Drama Girl'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SAQaPs0mEaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1kHCR5nN31Y/s72-c/6leftr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-2313691747017273921</id><published>2008-04-11T13:06:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:56:19.187+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>VOTE FOR BRYAN LOW-DER SHYONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; OMG! One of Cleo's eligible bachelors just added me on Facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187834455609462738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_7j83giT9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/EH1C5UlOCL4/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lar, I know being a blogger at &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt; I should be showing my support to Kenny Sia on the Cleo's Most Eligible Bachelor thingy lar....but I can't help it but to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://special.time.net.my/eb08/vote.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Bachelor #44: Bryan Low Der-Shyong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187830963801051074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_7gxngiT8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/fxMNcQBhdKs/s320/44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is NOT some crazy desperado guys who go around adding girls whom he barely knows into his Facebook list of friends lar....don't worry! And I am not asking you to vote for him because he added me into his Facebook....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, he is my dearest sweetest nicest &lt;strong&gt;COUSIN&lt;/strong&gt; of mine! Ok lar, by now, you sure say "&lt;em&gt;he's your cousin only wat, not mine oso, why should I vote for him wor?&lt;/em&gt;" rite? Let me tell you why.....because I know him from head to toe...erm not really that kua cheong lar....but I know him since I'm crying in my mum's arms and he is the sweetest guy you can ever meet lar. He can make you laugh, he knows how to dress, he has the warmest smile and the best best best is, he has the greatest taste in life! Not only that, he is a neat person, no weird habits, don't smoke and will suddenly crack the most wicked joke on planet Earth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember a loooong time ago, my siblings and I were at his place visiting. Then for some reason, we, being kids, starting playing some silly games and not allowing my lil sis to 'go through the entrance because she is without supervision' (yeah, i know, we are silly back then....). My lil sis was almost in tears because we din allow her into our 'game' when all of a sudden, dear cousin Bryan, who was watching my dad and his elder brother playing nintendo, suddenly looked over and came to my sis' rescue. Man ler?? It shows he's not those type of guy who gets glued to nintendo ok? That's a BIG BIG plus point! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this big guy here can be the sweetest and shy-est guy at the same time. 2 years back, we were all back at our mums' hometown at Kelantan for Chinese New Year or something. Our uncle had been paralysed ever since he disappeared for a couple of days at a forest while on a cycling expedition and we had gone back to celebrate CNY with him. The hometown was some ulu place where internet and Astro was not really available and one night after dinner, we were just sitting around chatting among all cousins and aunty uncles when his mobile rang and during his phone conversion, his mum suddenly mutted out to us that he was seeing this girl lar. So we pressured him to show us a pic of her and he got soooooo shy, I swear he blushed. When he finally succumbed to our demands and showed us her picture, you could see the twinkle in his eyes lar. Ei, in this century now ar, where to find guys who blush and twinkles? How sweet and lovely he is ler.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I wanna continue the story of how goooood he is, I can talk till tomorrow morning. So, you are better off going to vote for him first lar....ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://special.time.net.my/eb08/vote.cfm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to vote!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-2313691747017273921?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/2313691747017273921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=2313691747017273921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2313691747017273921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2313691747017273921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/vote-for-bryan-low-der-shyong.html' title='VOTE FOR BRYAN LOW-DER SHYONG'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_7j83giT9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/EH1C5UlOCL4/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-3408508591270838836</id><published>2008-04-11T12:07:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:56:08.721+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>METAL BOWL....</title><content type='html'>Chinese used to say that securing a job in the government department is as if you've found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187811567728742306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_7PIngiT6I/AAAAAAAAATw/7TT3exbZTgo/s320/metal%2Bbowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YES.....&lt;strong&gt;METAL BOWL&lt;/strong&gt;.....apparently ancient chinese people tend to favour metal bowls/plates over porcelain ones because metal ones are sooo durable, its highly unlikely it will break into a million pieces when accidently dropped on the floor....wherares the porcelain ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://amberbamberboo.typepad.com/weblog/images/Delftdish.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Once dropped and that's the end of it.....That was why metal bowls are sorta the epitome of a safe and secured position, albeit nowadays, with the existence of plastic and microwavable/dish washer safe ones, metal bowls are no longer considered a top choice in kitchenwares. The only one type of metal bowl is prominent in the household is....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.proudpets.com.au/images/metal_bowl_white_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Doggie bowl....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, if the metal bowl theory is indeed true, have I secure myself the safest and greatest job on earth? Is this the ultimate job that I should never ever give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;One more Chinese saying is that if you ever wanna have a good marriage, marry a fireman. Ok lar, it's not exactly a famous quote lar. But if you have watched the HK drama 烈火雄心 back in 1998, "若要嫁得好, 唔該請嫁消防老!" was always quoted by the characters in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187822253607374770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_7Y2ngiT7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/OZJzP6zjOLs/s320/Burningflame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, what does it all imply? That my current job now is superb and I have access to knowing all the firey hunks who aren't just a pretty face but will make great husbands as well?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mmmmm....now that got me thinking...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;BTW....when I say I work in the fire station, I mean in Sydney, duh, not in KL where the firies are either fat or old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&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/553104098253766293-3408508591270838836?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/3408508591270838836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=3408508591270838836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/3408508591270838836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/3408508591270838836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/metal-bowl.html' title='METAL BOWL....'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_7PIngiT6I/AAAAAAAAATw/7TT3exbZTgo/s72-c/metal%2Bbowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-6453537413886701342</id><published>2008-04-10T14:16:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:09:51.037+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shop Shop Shop..and Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party Party'/><title type='text'>A 'SIN-FUL' WEEK</title><content type='html'>It's gonna be a sinful Friday night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_2b6ngiT4I/AAAAAAAAATg/uV8kj2YgyEQ/s1600-h/poster[1].final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187473777140846466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_2b6ngiT4I/AAAAAAAAATg/uV8kj2YgyEQ/s320/poster%5B1%5D.final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I already had a sinfully overspent week these few days, I think SIN will be the cherry on top of this expensive cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you gotta sin to SIN.....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; what sin is common among girls - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My devilish shopaholic act kicked started last Sunday. The initial plan of just window shopping with my geisha-ish fren ended up bloodied after she entice me into this beautiful black gold-ish plain dress that looks a million bucks when you actually wear it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I sinned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_2kvXgiT5I/AAAAAAAAATo/Tylf80LKjmc/s1600-h/07603883002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187483479471968146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_2kvXgiT5I/AAAAAAAAATo/Tylf80LKjmc/s320/07603883002.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And because of the dance party coming up and I have a fugly bumps n lumps growing all over my jawline, I needed concealer and foundation. Napoleon Perdis was good, but I was looking for something even better....that was when my good fren muttered, "M.A.C".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I sinned.....again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was only for Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I self-induced myself to get some leggings to go with my black dress. The weather is getting cold and I thought shiny leggings will make a good accessory for the dance party. My dress already had gold polka dots and hence, no accessories needed. But maybe shimmery leggings from voodoo would be good......(p.s. just making excuses to SHOP actually!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, I sinned x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday came by, it was gloomy and all and I got quite bored in the office so I called up Cyn for a lil walk at the mall again. She claimed that her new dress was a tat too big and wanted to change it. So, I tot I'll maybe go over her place, have a look at it and accompany her to change it. Bold dress, tick. Leggings, tick. No accessories needed, so it was like 99% I won't buy anything anymore.....so I accompanied her to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong....that 1% possibility hit me...HARD. I bought a dress which I LOVED sooo much. I don't know where or when I'm gonna wear it. I just loved it. So, bought it. Cyn bought something as well but heck, hers was darn cheap, it was almost half my price...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I confess again.....I sinned x4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday......we had our first facial appointment at the city. Expectedly, my face was in a more terrible condition than hers....which was kinda obvious. My beautician manage to coax me into doing an additional glycolic peel on top of my deep cleansing facial. Cyn's case wasn' t too bad and her beautician only did a peel and extracted her 'goodies' (blackheads and oil clots larrr) off her face for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok....I know, I know, I sinned x5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday now, it's been almost 7 weeks since my last waxing session so I desperately need to get it done today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, by now it's a bit numb to me already....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Yea, yea...ok, I sinned mah, rite?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(*sinned x6*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wound I inflicted upon my purse is getting sooooo terrible now, I think there's like a gallon of pus in it by now..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And imagine how sinful it's gonna be on the actual event itself....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lalalalala........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/553104098253766293-6453537413886701342?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/6453537413886701342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=6453537413886701342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/6453537413886701342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/6453537413886701342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/sin-ful-week.html' title='A &apos;SIN-FUL&apos; WEEK'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_2b6ngiT4I/AAAAAAAAATg/uV8kj2YgyEQ/s72-c/poster%5B1%5D.final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-2042971176239022707</id><published>2008-04-08T12:15:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:11:30.548+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>MY NEW BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Due to major financial distress, I was introduced to a new BFF this week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*drum roll*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186713320269774578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_roSM53fvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lLM4YubMidU/s320/09042008674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taro Bun&lt;/strong&gt;! We have been having a long and meaningful relationship since last Sunday when I brought all 6 of them home. Mr. Bun never despised me and love me for who I am. He held me up when another 2 of my evil BFF, Mr. Party &amp;amp; Ms. Shopping, cheated off all my hard earned wages. Mr. Taro never uttered a single word of complaint even when I only turn to him at hard times. I ate his mate one by one, but all Mr. Taro did was to give and give.....but never once did he ask for anything in return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Taro....you are an angel, my hero, my saviour. Although I don't hope you will stay with me for long, I still will cherish the time we spent together. What would I have become if not for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Taro Bun....&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/553104098253766293-2042971176239022707?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/2042971176239022707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=2042971176239022707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2042971176239022707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2042971176239022707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-bff.html' title='MY NEW BFF'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_roSM53fvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lLM4YubMidU/s72-c/09042008674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-186573322552988651</id><published>2008-04-07T14:08:00.018+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:11:47.378+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MDG'/><title type='text'>MALAYSIAN DREAM GIRLS: DO THEY HAVE WHAT IT TAKES???!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Alright, alright, I know this is already a hot topic since weeks ago....I had thought of blogging about this some time ago, but I wanted to get a more complete picture of all the girls through more episodes before I start giving a piece of what I thought after so long plus the initial biasness and loop-sided thinking I might have and what I think of the latest pictorial or each contestant's development so far mah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oZx853fuI/AAAAAAAAATI/I-09wLsebm0/s1600-h/adeline.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oZx853fuI/AAAAAAAAATI/I-09wLsebm0/s200/adeline.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186486266823671522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bias thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;: After all that "soo-see" conversation she had with the judges, why the heck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;did she still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; got through? Alright, many bloggers are already arguing that the jinjang-ness in her should not deter her from MDG, but heck, good pictures with bad communication skills brings you nowhere. Amber Chia for instance, Guess girl, hot bod, pretty face.....ended up doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Pensonic ad in M'sia.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality check:&lt;/strong&gt; But as the weeks passed a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;nd I got to see her in photoshoots, I must say I should not be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; bias with her kampung-gal slang lar. But then, her photos still don't give me a good impression. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The latest Wella shot was good, except the fact that instead of looking cool, she look at is she just swallow a piece of lemon.....SOUR!&lt;/span&gt; Overall, her pics are nice lar, but not model standard. More like those studio picture packages young teenage girls sign up for in bridal parlour. One word: &lt;strong&gt;Amateur&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Her Women's Secret photo wasn't impressive at all. In fact, her expressi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;on was soooo blur-ish&lt;/span&gt;, it's as if she herself is wondering whats so good about the lingerie she's in.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Her best picture so far is still the White Summer's....though I still think not sharp enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oYFc53foI/AAAAAAAAASY/9aKMjGoKia8/s1600-h/cindy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oYFc53foI/AAAAAAAAASY/9aKMjGoKia8/s200/cindy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186484402807864962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bias t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hinking&lt;/strong&gt;: When I first saw her, she gave me only one deep impression: Lan Si(arrogant)! &lt;/span&gt;Then the conflict week started, ok, so every gal in the House hates her. I still find her lan si, now plus some serious desperation in winning, esp during the phone conversation she had with her dad. She seriously gave me the impression she will act however pitiful &amp;amp; angelic just to gain votes. Those type of gal who carefully plans her every step before action.....Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; those emperor's concubines u watch in TVB dramas. Then I bumped i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;nto &lt;a href="http://hotpinkchili.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreamingirl-or-dreamgirl.html"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; and gosh, her fave celeb is Britney and Paris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality check:&lt;/strong&gt; Alright, she isn't as bitchy as how she was portrayed. But in her photoshoot, you could still see that she tries too hard....even up to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wella shoot, still can't bring out the essence of a model&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like I could still feel a lot of hesitations in her eyes... &lt;/span&gt;Plus all her previous pictures wasn't exactly good either. In Women's Secret shoot, she tries too hard to be se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;xy, in Precinct 2, she desperately wanna be cool and in White Summer, she wants so much to bring out some innocent angelic smiles. FAIL, FAIL, FAIL. &lt;strong&gt;Her only defence was the RedFM AmBank voice talent she did....BRILLIANT!&lt;/strong&gt; Totally love her idea of incorporating hokkien accent into it, and good voice over. I was soooo hopeful that she will be out this week, but heck, she's not even at the bottom 3! Anyway, bitches in reality show usually stays all the way till the end..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiqa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oYRs53fpI/AAAAAAAAASg/m3sPdOh91zY/s1600-h/fiqa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oYRs53fpI/AAAAAAAAASg/m3sPdOh91zY/s200/fiqa.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186484613261262482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Fiqa, Fiqa.....she has been showing such bubbly personality since the auditions. She was like a b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oy trapped in a girl's body and the way she speaks, the honesty and friendliness in her tone, it was as if you could be best friends with her. I loved all the pictures she took since the makeover. And the hair style totally suits her personality!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I almost have nothing to complain about her at all except that despite her vibrant personality, she din manage to impress me much in her White Summer shoot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Her smiles wasn't exactly natural. And as the competition goes on, it was as if she had no more to show and her v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ibrant personality seem to be fading away....that was, until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw this week's Wella shoot, she has done it again!&lt;/span&gt; Despite her bubbly and smiley face off the camera, I have to say she is always good at taking stylish and cool pictures that does not require any smile at all.....weird but well, it is what it is.....Fiqa still remain one of the best to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oYd853fqI/AAAAAAAAASo/fMuZkBIS9NQ/s1600-h/hanis.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oYd853fqI/AAAAAAAAASo/fMuZkBIS9NQ/s200/hanis.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186484823714660002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Datin Hanis, the baby among all the girl. Cute personality alongside the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;innocent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;face and manja voice. But she seem to have a identity crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; It's as if she don't know who she is or how she should portray herself in photoshoots, innocent young girl or matured young lady. She smiles all the time when in interviews but when it comes to photos, she doesn't seem to like to smile much, even in those pictures of her taken when Tim, Wen Qi and Shaolin Tiger were visiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186374795242470994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_m0Zc53flI/AAAAAAAAASA/1sNVpNjp180/s320/2372754573_2ffcd671f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe she was conscious of her braces.....if that is so, lack of confidence is a big put-off for me! She is cute and all lar, but I am always a bit vary on girls that seem innocent on the outside. Regardless, Hanis should still be in for at least another week....or two, or even THREE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esp after this week's Wella ad, she caught my attention with that picture because this time, it was just oh-so-right! Not too young kiddy look, not too old auntie look....just right at the dot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oYtc53frI/AAAAAAAAASw/50zfNX9Xc_Q/s1600-h/jay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oYtc53frI/AAAAAAAAASw/50zfNX9Xc_Q/s200/jay.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186485090002632370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My fave among all the girls, although I have to say, I don't really like her Wella shot this week. No, the angle, the hair, the makeup was perfect.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But because it was Jay, I would have expected a bit more. That look is just too  Jay, I believe she could have done better and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was sorta expecting something more over the top or some other expression&lt;/span&gt; in this kinda shoot. &lt;/span&gt;That is why, I think her experience might be a plus point for her, but may play towards a disadvantage to her as well. Coz people might not think it's fair for someone with so much experience to be in the running for the next MDG alongside all the other amateurs or people will expect more from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Nevertheless, I just love her personality, love the way she speaks, love her shoots, I just love her, love her, love her! Don't seem to get enough of Jay. I was totally attracted to her when I first saw her. But it did not strike me that she a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;lready had experience in modelling. And her experience seem to bring her a level ahead of the rest of them. I love her photo in Precinct 2....brilliant. Some bloggers have commented that she look like a man-whore (very harsh &amp;amp; rude, I know) because of her sharp features resembling a man but *SHUT UP* she is AWESOME! To me, she was a total package, sharp features, slinder figure, long legs, what else is there to complain? She can be stylish (Precinct 2), she can be sexy (Women's Secret), she can be girlish (White Summer)..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oZBs53fsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/cgtB2NIFngY/s1600-h/nadia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oZBs53fsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/cgtB2NIFngY/s200/nadia.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186485437894983362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;When I first saw Nadia, I almost puked out the rice I was e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ating halfway. She look sooooo serious and fierce, OMG, damn tulan face. As if she hates everyone or as if she wanna eat all of them in one gulp! Her Women's Secret shoot was like a MILF, probably the angle and the facial expression but her confidence shines out in Precinct 2....I absolutely love that picture! Her expression might be so-so but the confidence she had in her shines through it. It's as if you could feel it through the photo. Nice! A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And to drown the tulan impression she gave out in the beginning, she totally toned down her garang-ness through softer make up and smiles....just look at White Summer, it was soooooo feminine and oh-so-perfect smile. My fave picture among all the other girls. Even better than Jay I have to say. I lurveeeeeeee it! A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;nd again, this week, she pushed her versatility to the next level again.....I am beginning to change my initial thinking of her with only her garang face. S&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he has constantly shown something different every single week. I especially love the dreamy eyes and pouty lips she has here in the Wella shoot. &lt;/span&gt;Absolutely fanfuckingtastic picture. Most constant progress among all....Well done, Nadia, Looooooove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oZTM53ftI/AAAAAAAAATA/yaMJxYH_S8s/s1600-h/ringo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oZTM53ftI/AAAAAAAAATA/yaMJxYH_S8s/s200/ringo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186485738542694098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ringo.....the most popular gal among all, just look at the site meter in &lt;a href="http://www.cheeserland.com/"&gt;Cheeserland&lt;/a&gt; and you will instantly predict how HUGE her fan base is. So huge it's as if whatever she did or however she did in MDG does not matter anymore. Fans will still vote her no matter wat. I have to say, right now, by the looks of it, she might go through straigh to the finals.....that's the power of blogger I say! Plain pretty dolly-like appearance so I don't think it's versatile enough but I do admire the fact that she saves up all her phone call slots for a couple of days in exchange of using the internet to check and update her blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, Ok....back to her performance...I still have to say she is just plain pretty. Petite figure but a hot hot burning bod. My nose almost bleed at her Women's Secret shoot.....that if I was a guy, I would have downloaded that as my wallpaper.....She is soooo girlish to the extent that her appearance is girlish, her voice is girlish, she has a girlish personality and a girly girly smile.  Even when she doesn't smile (Precinct 2), she still look girlish. But to my surprise, her White Summer pictures were not good enough though. I would have thought she could easily nailed it, but that was not the case. And given the Wella pictorial this week, it should be a perfect opportunity for her to get rid of that pretty princess look. But, NO, h&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;er picture was taken at a totally wrong angle! With such expression, it should be taken on the front, not the side of her face. Plus, I think her other side of the face is nicer than this side larrrr.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***Btw, the comments on this blog is all based on my own opinion lar.....so, no need to get crazy or wanna tukul me with a hammer or spank me with a rotan lar.....if I indeed did criticize your beloved contestant larrr....I doubt I could do better but then, since they have the guts to join, esp with this blogging contest, means they should know they are subjected to criticism anyway! And, oh my god, this IS the longest post I've ever wrote since the start of this blog....and yay....new episode will be out again in....what....2 days! Muaaahahahahaah.....let's not let the blogging stop!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/S....I won't or chose not to upload too many pics lar...coz 1) its si beh hard to get those pictures out of the website and 2) So that you have go to &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv/"&gt;malaysiandreamgirl.tv&lt;/a&gt; and get addicted like me oso mah....and I know you will, coz you wanna see all those lousy, good, sexy, stylish pics and to catch the latest development mah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/P/S........Really longest dy larrr.....I gotta stop right NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-186573322552988651?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/186573322552988651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=186573322552988651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/186573322552988651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/186573322552988651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/malaysian-dream-girls-do-they-have-what.html' title='MALAYSIAN DREAM GIRLS: DO THEY HAVE WHAT IT TAKES???!?!?!'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_oZx853fuI/AAAAAAAAATI/I-09wLsebm0/s72-c/adeline.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-3290034506598120038</id><published>2008-04-03T09:26:00.011+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:21:08.220+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>TERENCE GOT ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**UPDATE AGAIN....**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ok&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alivenotdead.com/peachey/Chemical+peel+Hell-profile-128038.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peachy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;got me too with her chemical peel post. And all the while I did not realise there was a text at the end of the post which is only visible when highlighted saying its a hoax. And Miss Smart Ass here went totally off the alert mode, thinking her previous post about the protect your browser part WAS the real prank. There was a link to click in which I did not because I was thinking it will pop up a YOU ARE SUCH A FOOL webpage if I ever did....*DUH* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And now that there are so many pranks going around AnD, every post dated 1st April IS a prank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**UPDATE**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Being such a fool, or having already made a fool outta myself, I still kinda feel skeptical about Terence's 'confession'.....wickedly weird prank man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenapril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenapril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 2 days past April's Fool Day and the aftermath from that was a LOT of "ooooo"s and "what!!?!?!?!"s. I was surprised by the amount of pranks laid down in everyone's blog! I had to admit that I wasn't really in in full-alert mode in anticipating all the jokes but having the habit of scrolling down the whole page to make sure its been loaded completely saved me from a lot of surprises.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I checked &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenny Sia's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;blog on the foolish day itself but his&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/aprilfool08.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; din really get me....due to my bad habits mentioned above. Kenny Sia to stop blogging!?!?! That would be like Paris Hilton minus the sex video! Or Amy Winehouse without crack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then there was &lt;a href="http://www.alivenotdead.com/daniel/Can-t+believe+it--profile-127486.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog.....it would have got me if I had checked it on the 1st, coz subtle atmosphere of the whole blog &amp;amp; story seem believeable. But somehow, the photo seem weird on my second glance. Ok, up to here, I still think I am indeed quite vigilant about this whole Fool's Day shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then, there was &lt;a href="http://www.alivenotdead.com/andrew/What+a+pleasant+surprise..+wife+pregnant-profile-127543.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Lin's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;post about his wife being pregnant....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, the ultimate shocker was &lt;a href="http://www.alivenotdead.com/terence/Confessions:-I+Have+Been+Living+A+Lie-profile-126932.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terence's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It totally FREAKED the shit outta me, that I almost called my sis who's still fast asleep because she's 3 hrs behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184789295180250690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_QSZM53fkI/AAAAAAAAARo/ZsiiB2gBhfU/s320/terence.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Halfway through reading the blog, I quickly scrolled back up to see the date the blog was posted.....ok, 1st April, so it MIGHT be a joke. But the way he put it, plus the photos...I was like, "mmm...wait a minute....is this for REAL?" I thought Terence was gonna announce he's turning gay or had a fetish of dressing up as a woman or something for a moment but it wasn't until the end paragraph that it became too unbelieveable that it convinced me it WAS indeed a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right, good, I am the fool now...and what's worst, I am still a fool despite after 3 days past 1st April....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOOL, FOOL, FOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***NOTE TO SELF: Never ever blog hop on the first week of April...EVER!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A while ago, someone even read on the newspaper that dim sum cart pusher actually needs a license to operate the cart, like a drving license for cart or something. It was almost so convincing that few years later when you mention this on a random occasion, people still had to think twice if it was real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite all the pranks I've got myself into, there are indeed some news that you wished it was a hoax....like Leslie Cheung's passing on few years back. But it proves the latter, which was tragic, so that was the last I ever 'celebrated' April Fool's Day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or there also are some news that you wish it isn't a joke....like a friend getting engaged! (congrats, nia!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, well.....1st April is never a good date to break any news to anyone anyway. Happy Belated April Fool's Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-3290034506598120038?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/3290034506598120038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=3290034506598120038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/3290034506598120038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/3290034506598120038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/april.html' title='TERENCE GOT ME!'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_QSZM53fkI/AAAAAAAAARo/ZsiiB2gBhfU/s72-c/terence.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-1002782545454491336</id><published>2008-04-02T13:04:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:14:32.012+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>BAD DAY....</title><content type='html'>I had one the most unlucky day today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/gmi/lowres/gmin85l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6:30 this morning, all set to reach office at 8:00 so that I could leave early for my most-anticipated-event-of-the-week....FACIAL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until 7:45 that I got into the bus heading to Crows Nest....ok, i thought, still stand a chance to reach at 8:15, better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*wtf*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The bus did not stop! And, yes, I did press the 'stop' bell. But it just zoomed passed the bus stop and all the way it went, downhill, thru some winding roads, straight, passed a few stops and finally stop at a housing area. I was already so pissed I could have pull off the driver's head if he wasn't driving the bus full of innocent passengers. I questioned him why did he not stop at the bus stop in front of the fire station....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(blur faced, acting innocent)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"huh? wat fire station? No, no...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Arghhhhh.....%$#*@&amp;amp;#.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So I got off the bus and was left stranded in a land of no where with just houses n bushes around me. I had no idea where I was....I am practically....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I walked around blindly, until I reach a small clinic within the housing area and saw this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184481496348982818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_L6c853fiI/AAAAAAAAARY/96UlwsIsJDM/s320/stop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;GOD BLESSED ME! I peeped at the bus schedule and to my relieve, its a familiar bus no.! The bus goes to my direction! And by the time I reach the office....its already 8:30. Darn! All effort of waking up early went down the drain just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nvm, at least still got my most anticipated facial this evening.... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Happy* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;....When I call up the beauty centre to reconfirm my appointment....They told me they had actually booked me in for next Wednesday because this whole week they were totally booked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.starstore.com/acatalog/lightning-bolt-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*DUNG!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye-bye facial....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-1002782545454491336?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/1002782545454491336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=1002782545454491336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1002782545454491336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1002782545454491336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-day.html' title='BAD DAY....'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_L6c853fiI/AAAAAAAAARY/96UlwsIsJDM/s72-c/stop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-1325177951919280535</id><published>2008-04-01T10:21:00.014+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:46:46.861+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>DINNER @ MEAT &amp; WINE CO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_GHdM53fgI/AAAAAAAAARI/m4QOR7BTP5k/s1600-h/DSC02289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184073581830045186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_GHdM53fgI/AAAAAAAAARI/m4QOR7BTP5k/s320/DSC02289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dinner #2 was held yesterday nite at the &lt;a href="http://www.themeatandwineco.com/"&gt;Meat &amp;amp; Wine Co.&lt;/a&gt; at Darling Harbour, courtesy of CynTheGeishaGal to celebrate her graduation from the Masters of Commerce in Business Strategy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184067139379101170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_GBmM53ffI/AAAAAAAAARA/BGxc5c3r_bw/s320/DSC02301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually my 4th time patronising the restaurant and I must say, pork ribs is a MUST to order everytime we are there. I always love the atmosphere there, esp the wine decos on the swirling stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184075222507552274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_GI8s53fhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Eihrzi-m8z0/s200/9247b7fcf93a7030f98cd687b58b8670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitted in a posh private room at the upper level and ordered 2 reds to start off the night. Devil's Lair 2006 Shiraz Cab Sav Merlot had a more fruity side while the Stella Bella 2005 Shiraz had a more dry and smooth side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My fave for the night....the Stella Bella 05 Shiraz from WA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184060714108026258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_F7wM53fZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/43PF8hkd_zk/s320/DSC02305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We started off with entrees consisting of mixed bread platter (bruschettas, garlic bread &amp;amp; herbs bread), Salt &amp;amp; Pepper Calamari &amp;amp; peri-peri Prawns. I still manage to snap a shot of the bread platter but by the time the calamari and the prawns came, we were all too hungry to even bother to snap pics anymore.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184061323993382306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_F8Ts53faI/AAAAAAAAAQY/JnAzfnk_LxQ/s320/DSC02297.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;I was pretty worn off by the time we are done with the entrees....it was a busy day at the office, then bus schedule was totally out, I only reach the city at 2:40, rush to Pearson's to get flowers for Cyn on behalf of Ed. By the time I pick up the bouquet, I had missed the bus. Cyn called and told me she had to leave at 3:30 to collect the gown.....damn, it was already 3:05! I hail a cab home, usher Rooney up to the rooftop for a quick walk, pack all my makeups and left home again at 3:25! The city was jammed, dumb drivers along the way, we reach Uni at 4:25, just in time to get the gown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh, speaking of the flowers, I was pretty happy with my choice instead of the roses they offered me. I picked the orchids (which cost $35 each btw...but it was totally worth it as it only arrive that morning plus it looks more classy than the normal boring roses &amp;amp; lilies we see at Graduation.*perfect*) You'll have to agree with me when you see the pic....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P/S...I hope Ed's happy with the selection though....coz he was the one paying for it! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184063488656899506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_F-Rs53fbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9LfYrSIWisA/s320/DSC02286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo.....let's divert back to the dinner.....sorry, got carried away. Where was I? Ooo, tired after the entree, I only ordered a lite main which is the pan fried giant prawns with steamed rice &amp;amp; peri-peri sauce on the side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, instead of the full-rack pork ribs.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184065399917346242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_GAA853fcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/V6n6KYAhW1M/s320/DSC02306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or the half rack beef ribs....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184065812234206674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_GAY853fdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bGczHkjF-rI/s320/DSC02308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I ordered this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184066052752375266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_GAm853feI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/a5ZG4YKowhY/s320/DSC02307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Was very satisfied with my order, just nice portion and the prawns were very fresh! The service was pretty good throughout the night, with the waitress constantly checking if we needed a refill of wine and water, or if the food was alright or if we needed anything extra. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, by the time we are done with our mains, we were all stuffed up that we couldn't have dessert anymore....so we just stayed on for some bonding sessions....but got pretty uncomfortable because the waitress was constantly asking if she could bring us the bill. We replied that we would be going downstairs to pay it when we are ready but she insisted in bringing the bill up so we could 'check' them before proceeding with the payment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Overall, pleasant dining environment and of course, again, food was delicious, wine was smooth, fun company...wat else can you ask for! I could have sat there the whole nite layan-ing the music with every sip of wine.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Again......thanks for the dinner Cyn &amp;amp; Happy Graduation again! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hugssss* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P/S....Why aren't you still not back yet, my fren?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-1325177951919280535?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/1325177951919280535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=1325177951919280535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1325177951919280535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1325177951919280535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/graduation-dinner-meat-wine-co.html' title='DINNER @ MEAT &amp; WINE CO'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_GHdM53fgI/AAAAAAAAARI/m4QOR7BTP5k/s72-c/DSC02289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-9213880473259188616</id><published>2008-04-01T09:15:00.015+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:34:31.241+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>GOLDEN CENTURY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been those weeks where you keep getting dinner invites &amp;amp; you keep feeling guilty about all the calories and cholestrol intake. But, we never say no to good food, rite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;: If drooling persist after 3 pictures, close off the window immediately. Except you, Edward....DROOL as much as you wish! Muahahahahahah**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HW won the Easter Poker Tournament last Monday &amp;amp; picked up a whooping $27k. So we were given the honour to join him on a nice decent Chinese dinner at Golden Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Century Restaurant has been named Best Chinese Restaurant by the Sydney Morning Herald on numerous occasions....and prob one of the finer Chinese restaurant in the City...and we had always joked about having Lobster 'sang mee' whenever we step foot into the casino, which &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; happened because we never win at casinos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boiled live prawns.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184042078244928722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_Fqzc53fNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/J-cuDiYtbHQ/s320/DSC02257.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HK-style roast pigeons....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184042391777541346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_FrFs53fOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/n01O0I_4l5w/s320/DSC02258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Live pipis (cooked, of course!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184043658792893730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_FsPc53fSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_B_PQh7buAc/s320/DSC02269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 course Peking duck (including San Choy Bow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184044122649361730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_Fsqc53fUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jD2zvtAyal4/s320/DSC02270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184044616570600802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_FtHM53fWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Z-KA2FpaKRg/s320/DSC02278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Braised oyster mushroom with vege...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184044835613932914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_FtT853fXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/NMBIewj6nYU/s320/DSC02280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the winner of the ULTIMATE DISH OF THE NIGHT....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*drum roll* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOBSTER SASHIMI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184043366735117586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_Fr-c53fRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vydCfHmXOtk/s320/DSC02267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; LEGENDARY&lt;/span&gt; LOBSTER SANG MEE.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184043933670800690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_Fsfc53fTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/AOoVOg36b5w/s320/DSC02274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally we accomplished it! &amp;amp; now we all reckon that if he ever wins the World Poker Tournament, we'll be dining at &lt;a href="http://www.tetsuyas.com/"&gt;Tetsuyas&lt;/a&gt; straight for 30-days! Food was good, the company was fun, we all enjoyed ourselves that night.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks again HW (if you ever read this!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S....Make you wanna fly home now, my fren??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-9213880473259188616?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/9213880473259188616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=9213880473259188616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/9213880473259188616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/9213880473259188616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/04/golden-century.html' title='GOLDEN CENTURY'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R_Fqzc53fNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/J-cuDiYtbHQ/s72-c/DSC02257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-1702545449070180770</id><published>2008-03-31T10:51:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:14:32.013+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 to 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>BUSY! BUSY! BUSY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wales.nhs.uk/sites3/gallery/681/busy_receptionist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.wales.nhs.uk/sites3/gallery/681/busy_receptionist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm extremely busy today...too busy to even stop to replenish my low energy level. Hop outta bed at 6:30 this morning, just in time to reach work at 8:00am SHARP. Been running ard the office since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burning 15 CDs on the other room, so running there every now &amp;amp; then to change CD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Editing some letter templates and printing them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photocopy my drafts into letterheads &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Making calls to chase up some queries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Compiling those SLM packs to be HAND DELIVERED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accounts to be paid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I've got till 2pm to juggle them around so I can leave on time. It's C's graduation big day today &amp;amp; I gotta rush to the city to get E's pressie for her, rush home to bring Rooney for a short walk, freshen up my make up, rush out back to the city again in time to meet up with C...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So its RUSH, RUSH &amp;amp; MORE RUSH THROUGHOUT THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for dinner at Meat &amp;amp; Wine Co. tonite.....perfect end to a busy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Happy Graduation my Dear Friend!***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.masterpiecestudios.com/images/occ_Graduation_R.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-1702545449070180770?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/1702545449070180770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=1702545449070180770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1702545449070180770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1702545449070180770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='BUSY! BUSY! BUSY!'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-2059997700558139221</id><published>2008-03-26T10:55:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:07:48.974+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>WOULD U GO TO THIS DANCE PARTY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Would you go to this dance party when you see this poster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181840684167429314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R-mYpc53fMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/w3Ua-Yl60to/s320/25032008641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Everything about this poster is just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;.....what is a guy talking on the phone gotta do with a dance party? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt;....DJ Raju?!?! How attractive can that be? I always tot DJs have cool names. Raju...so not COOL! Who else will be DJ-ing as well? DJ Kumar? DJ Bala? Or DJ Laskhmi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third&lt;/strong&gt;....I walk close only to realise it's a Nepalese Dance Party.....but what's it doing in a Chinese dumpling shop in Chinatown? They reckon Chinese would think that the party is too cool to be missed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*%$#&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;Brainless Party Organiser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&amp;amp;#@%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-2059997700558139221?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/2059997700558139221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=2059997700558139221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2059997700558139221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2059997700558139221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/would-u-go-to-this-dance-party.html' title='WOULD U GO TO THIS DANCE PARTY?'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R-mYpc53fMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/w3Ua-Yl60to/s72-c/25032008641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-2382581654579877503</id><published>2008-03-25T09:46:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:54:55.976+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><title type='text'>EASON CHAN MOVING ON STAGE 5 CONCERT</title><content type='html'>Ok....let's do some justice for Eason. My previous entry does mention that I wasn't entirely satisfy with the concert last Thursday. But before I start whining, I had to first say that Eason's voice was great that night. Exactly how he sounded in his albums....brilliant and no doubt about it. Prior to the concert, I already came to know that the concert will not be one that will be liked by anyone who watches it. I've heard the new album and the music was brilliant....but brilliant in a way that it's either loving it or hating it. I had mental preparation that the concert would sit on a radical side....artistic customes and weird song arrangments like "Fau Kua".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indeed it was rather radical right at the start when he appeared in a white custome with a veil covering from head to toe. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*WickedlyWEIRD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://clovetwo.com/interactive/blog/photos/2007/10/26/eli211_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sang a few songs, did a few dances but it was again, weird that he did some intimate dances with the MALE DANCERS...male dances in skimpy or minimal clothing...or wearing nothing on top at all!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not the weirdness of the concert that left me disappointed.....in fact I was rather amazed by it. Ok, I have not been following the developments in the HK entertainment news. I probably did not get the artistic meaning behind the customes and the dances. (In fact, I read over the internet that the Stage 1 in HK had a bunch of men ballent dancers dancing in tutus!). It was rather the concert arrangement and preparation that, I felt, wasn't properly done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was nothing surprising about his appearance that nite. He simply just walked out and started singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't even know ENCORE session has started because it seem like a small pause. Not really feeling the yells and screams of fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There wasn't anything special when the concert ended. He just simply say "thank you" and walk back inside. I didn't even realise the concert was over until the lights came back on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He sang most of his popular songs in mandarin!! That despite the crowd responding their preference for cantonese songs when he asked. Imagine "Next Year's Today" and "Lonely Christmas" all sang in mandarin.....BIG put off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dancers weren't really synchronised that night, giving the impression that preparation and rehearsals weren't done adequately prior to the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not the entire MOVING ON concert was showcased that night. I checked on the internet that there are still SO MANY customes in MOVING ON STAGE 1 but STAGE 5 only had like....5? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The crowd that night was TOTALLY CRAZY though. A twist and turn from Eason will send the crowds screaming as if he had just jumped down from the 3rd floor. Another weird thing was that I realise it was mainly the guys who seem to go totally ballistic at his every move or his every word! OMG OMG OMG....is Eason turning into some gay icon or something!!??!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Overall, again I need to emphasize....I enjoy Eason but not the concert overall...prob should put the blame on the sponsors for not forking out more $$ to bring the whole Moving On Concert over from HK......Stage 1 seem extravagant but I guess minimal budget, tight schedule and tiny stage made Stage 5 a less interesting one....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But then again, I've never really enjoyed a concert in Sydney Ent. Centre except for the brilliant 'God' Jacky Cheung and Kelly Chen....and prob Sam Hui....I've watched Joey Yung, Miriam Yeung and Twins but nothing to huh-hah about.....Regardless, I still have my thumbs up and all the respect for Eason for the talent buried inside him and for who he is and what he does......concert is not always the best way to judge a singer because most of the time, they had to bow to the sponsors and organisers. But then again, no sponsors, no concert.....wat a love-hate relationship!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;**Will try to put up more photos when I get home....**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-2382581654579877503?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/2382581654579877503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=2382581654579877503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2382581654579877503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2382581654579877503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/eason-chan-moving-on-stage-5-concert.html' title='EASON CHAN MOVING ON STAGE 5 CONCERT'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-176928805720547419</id><published>2008-03-24T17:40:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:14:32.014+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>SEQUEL TO THUMB WAXING: SKIN PEELING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weather took a turn last Friday....chilly and windy, we came up with the brilliant idea of doing steamboat at home.....perfect! Not long before we started off, cutting the looong story short, bf's chopstick skill wasn't good enuff....I ended up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R-dVOc53fKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zAZTue2mHiQ/s1600-h/DSC02248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R-dVOc53fKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zAZTue2mHiQ/s320/DSC02248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181203603078479010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....I know....I've got sensitive skin that's thinner than a 'fu chuk' skin......The thing is, I was wearing a 3/4 sleeve top that night but either the soup was really THAT hot or my top was really CHEAP....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ARGHHHHH* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why on earth do I always have to endure all these unwanted skin peeling??&lt;/span&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/553104098253766293-176928805720547419?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/176928805720547419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=176928805720547419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/176928805720547419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/176928805720547419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/sequel-to-thumb-waxing-skin-peeling.html' title='SEQUEL TO THUMB WAXING: SKIN PEELING'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R-dVOc53fKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zAZTue2mHiQ/s72-c/DSC02248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-3103276711308575571</id><published>2008-03-21T04:50:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T04:52:02.633+10:30</updated><title type='text'>EASON CHAN MOVING ON STAGE 5 (SYDNEY)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just came back from Eason's concert......I have to say, I'm not really impressed about it....Will blog about it tomorrow morning. I am just dead sleepy now....started my day at 7 am n din return home till like 4:30 am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the sleep monster now......zzzzzz.......&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/553104098253766293-3103276711308575571?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/3103276711308575571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=3103276711308575571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/3103276711308575571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/3103276711308575571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/eason-chan-moving-on-stage-5-sydney.html' title='EASON CHAN MOVING ON STAGE 5 (SYDNEY)'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-5963719080479686944</id><published>2008-03-19T14:24:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:52:41.558+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><title type='text'>U KIDDING ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are You kidding me, are You f*cking kidding me? I'm not even done with the no-one-accompany-me Eason situation and I am hit by yet another HUGE, GIGANTIC concert bug....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tkfiles.storage.msn.com/y1plMeyNP7LA87zfynh0ymdn2SHSKNmUEaaFooavuyX_iemt5ZV9Sck5BTY0k1zABy_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....Don't You tempt me anymore....I cannot resist the temptation!  My purse is screaming at me now.....she likes her size and dislike having to go on diet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*cracks up head....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but........ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*only to realise there's a Sammi Cheng mini-me living inside worrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oooo....Sammi....it's Sammi............Cannot say 'no' wan lar. Coz this might be one of her last concert already. If I miss this, it might be FOREVER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So......wanna go, wanna go?? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*evil evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-5963719080479686944?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5963719080479686944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5963719080479686944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5963719080479686944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5963719080479686944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/u-kidding-me.html' title='U KIDDING ME?'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-4379496029617076130</id><published>2008-03-19T12:08:00.008+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:13:08.469+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><title type='text'>MONEY....OR COMPANY</title><content type='html'>I just got off the phone with my sister in Malaysia and came up with a dilemma in life which striked us these recent years without us realising. The dilemma happens due to 2 elements.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179271253207122290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R-B3w4rNgXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/P-DM5Cg5Ehg/s320/data.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONEY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPANIONS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.aolcdn.com/red_galleries/sleepover-friends-movie-400a081407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in those days while I was still in Malaysia, we used to go shopping, karaoke, movies, concerts or dinners together. There never was prior long discussions about the outing besides a simple question of "You wanna go XXXX?" If the answer was a positive one, &lt;strong&gt;*BAM*&lt;/strong&gt; book table/ticket/room and off we go. We never need to worry about companionship because we had each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was never worries of winning a pair of tickets and had no one to go with. Usually the situation was much more simple if we only had 2 tickets because that would mean that we would go with each other, no questions about it. It was always difficult when we got more than 2 premiere tickets because then we would be stuck in a situation where we have to decide who we want to invite and risk the chance of losing a friend or two whom we had to give up on. But regardless, we always have each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only issue back then was more to the financial &amp;amp; transportation factor: the price and the means of transport. That would all come down to the approval of our parents. But 90% of the time....no, rephrase....100% of the time my parents will end up being our ATM and cab driver because they would rather go through all the hassles of getting stuck in jams and wandering around the mall while we carried on with our activities, for worries that we might face danger taking public transport or accepting offers from so-called friends whom we barely know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind a few years and a few decisions along the way, I drifted off the rough sea and land, settling down in the Land Down Under while my sis remained back in Malaysia. Since then, we hardly ever go for any concerts, and if we do, it's usually after a loooong series of persuasion and asking around. We are old enough now, I've entered the materialistic world of work and career while my sis earned some extra bits through her scholorships. Yet, we both are still facing the devilish factor of money and companionship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, sis got stuck in situation where she had no one to go with. Even the last concert she went was with my mum, and that was for Jacky Cheung in Genting.&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y133/noblemien/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y133/noblemien/alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the reason she manage to persuade mum to go was because mum likes Jacky and mum only go for concerts in Genting Arena of Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the other side of the world, I was slightly a little over the lucky side. I had a friend who liked Jacky Cheung so he tagged his girlfriend along, and then our girlfriends decided to come along as well, regarding it as a group outing rather than having admiration towards the singer. But not all the time you had such luck. Just like the situation I had now. I manage to set hands on a pair of Eason's $98 tickets for just $68! Good, financial part settled. The concert was at Darling Harbour, within walkable distance from my house....transportation was settled as well. Only missing was the companionship. I had no one to go with. No one to scream with, no one to discuss the concert with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/66/33/23463366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/66/33/23463366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eason's going to KL on 14th June as well...and my sis, though wants to go, but might have to keep the enthusiasm level down to the minimum because, high chances, she might not find someone to go with. Plus, concert ticket prices have soar up high within the last few years. 6 years back, we could enjoy a front row concert for RM120....(I watched absoule front row of Nic Tse for just RM99)......now, RM120 might score u the cheapest seat IF you are lucky. Jacky Cheung's concert in Genting...the ticket price soared up to RM700 for the most expensive section! She is faced with an even bigger problem.....financially AND companionship! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aihhhh....since I left, she hardly go karaoke, or had impromptu dinner of 'har gau' 'siew mai', seldom to the cinema to watch movies of her choice unless her bf was free to accompany her. As for me, ever since I've been here, I had to search for my own source of income, find friends every single time I want to go somewhere or do something abnormal......But anyhow, like what old folks say, there is no solution that benefits every criteria, you just have to make-do with whatever you can get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/54/31/23283154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/553104098253766293-4379496029617076130?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/4379496029617076130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=4379496029617076130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4379496029617076130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4379496029617076130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/moneyor-company.html' title='MONEY....OR COMPANY'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R-B3w4rNgXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/P-DM5Cg5Ehg/s72-c/data.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-1369298160286478697</id><published>2008-03-17T16:10:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:31:01.386+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><title type='text'>EASON'S MOVING ON SYDNEY CONCERT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xd1.xanga.com/134d8b5726530154267192/z115347012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://xd1.xanga.com/134d8b5726530154267192/z115347012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw the advertisement at Ticketmaster website, I almost let out a big scream in the office! Eason is COMING!!! FINALLY!!!! I've seen his mini showcase many years ago in Malaysia and had been waiting and waiting for his concert to come the a city near me....and now....here he comesssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT....BUT, BUT, BUT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why doesn't anyone seem to fancy Eason? I've been such huge fans but no one around me seem to share the same level of enthutiasm with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Hah, Eason ar? Ok lar...not really a fan wor. No lar, dun wanna go lar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eason ar, can ger...when is the concert ar? Har? 22nd March ar? I cannot make it lar. An&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;yway, not a fan oso lar...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Eason ar, quite like lar. But not to the point wanna go watch his concert lor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;"Eason ar, not my cup of tea worrr..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Above are just some of the response I get arrr...how disappointing ler! Just like Jacky Cheung, I have been a super fan but never had a chance to watch his concert until Oct last year....That's y I told myself I will not commit the same mistake of procrastinating for another concert because there is always a perception that they will come again soon mah! That's why I really wanna watch Eason before it drags along a few more years and by then maybe I have kids to feed or a husband to take care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've been reluctant to cancel my booking for the tickets I made about a month ago because I was always hoping that someone will wanna go with me last minute. But today I called the agency up to cancel the tickets only to be told that she have got even better tickets for me at a reduced price!!! OMG! Reduced price, good singer....where to find?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want to watch Eason!! *Fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-1369298160286478697?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/1369298160286478697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=1369298160286478697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1369298160286478697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1369298160286478697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/easons-moving-on-sydney-concert.html' title='EASON&apos;S MOVING ON SYDNEY CONCERT'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-4814323130627384150</id><published>2008-03-15T22:55:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:31:48.699+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stand-ups'/><title type='text'>ACHMED THE 'TERRIFYING' TERRORIST</title><content type='html'>Sis gave me the link....watch it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uwOL4rB-go&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R9vBLorNgWI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VcnnmOX9SDc/s1600-h/testit8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R9vBLorNgWI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VcnnmOX9SDc/s400/testit8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177944602233897314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***SILENCE! I Kill You!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/553104098253766293-4814323130627384150?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/4814323130627384150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=4814323130627384150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4814323130627384150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4814323130627384150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/achmed-terrifying-terrorist.html' title='ACHMED THE &apos;TERRIFYING&apos; TERRORIST'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R9vBLorNgWI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VcnnmOX9SDc/s72-c/testit8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-7091948170690619953</id><published>2008-03-15T22:11:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:33:52.719+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party Party'/><title type='text'>HEAVEN &amp; EARTH WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quiet, boring night. The world seem to be evolving merrily outside while I am right here, sitting comfortably on my open up sofa bed, watching....Terminator 2! How no lifer it is....25 years old, watching Mr. Governator doing his 'thang' on a vibrant Saturday night while study guide of CGA module 3 lied lifelessly next to me.  Arghhhh.....18 more pages to study in this Module before I could move on the the next one.....And it's hard to find myself concentrating on this because it's mostly bored and consist a lot of loooong case names and details of who's suing who, what the Court's decision was and a breach of this lar that lar....How long more do I have to endure it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed out to Pontoon at Darling Harbour....started off with a chivas on the rocks at Lionel's place, reach Pontoon and had a blooody ciplak Bleeding Tongue shot, then a Smirnoff, a vodka redbull, tequila lemonade, Pink Pussy shot....can't recall much. Wasn't really drunk but it was just tipsy over the syiok-ness of  hanging out with a group bigger than the usual one and the music was happening as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures we took that nite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R9u5u4rNgVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FX7OjT6y-9A/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177936411731263826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R9u5mIrNgUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PpgQxvkoIHA/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R9u5mIrNgUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PpgQxvkoIHA/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177936261407408450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole nite, not many pictures was snapped and most of the time it was the girls who are in it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. While dancing, we kinda notice this dodgy guy who had a wandering eye at the dance floor. All he would do is stare at girls shaking this assets and drool away. He looks kinda like a nerd who doesn't get lucky all the time. The worst thing was Edward_the_Low and Cynthia dared me to dance with him. No problemo, dancing only mah, kiasu me can do with it wan. But then the next thing I realise something bumpy down there......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck, he had a hard on down there!!!! I freaked out when I realise it but being the polite me, I don't know how to move away. I looked at Edward, no wor, he wasn't looking; Tui, he wasn't looking; Cynthia, still busy shaking away.....*SHIT* no help tim. How to get off leerrrr.....Lucky Gary came to my rescue and save my a*s off that pervert shithead. Arghhh.....morale of the story again: Never dance with dodgy pervert-looking guy even if dared by anyone! No matter how tempting the reward could be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed on till 3:30 and had to leave when the bar closes off. Slept at about 4:45 and was totally knocked out until this morning when Edward's alarm went off. Apparently me and Edward had a snoring orchestra going on the whole nite and Tui couldn't get to sleep because of that. I had the best sleep since...since..a looong time lar and felt soooo energised this afternoon when I got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, recipe for the shots I mentioned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bleeding Tongue: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30ml Bundy's OP Rum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15ml Grenadine; served on the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down OP Rum first before drinking the Grenadine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink Pussy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10ml Peach Schnapps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15ml Vodka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squeezed fresh lime juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top with cranberry juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Will write up more shots as time goes.....stay tuned! Meanwhile...T2 just finished (damn! missed the ending tim!) and going back to studies now.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-7091948170690619953?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/7091948170690619953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=7091948170690619953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7091948170690619953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7091948170690619953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/heaven-earth-weekend.html' title='HEAVEN &amp; EARTH WEEKEND'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R9u5u4rNgVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FX7OjT6y-9A/s72-c/IMG_0239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-9141402284943610808</id><published>2008-03-11T12:41:00.008+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:13:08.470+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 to 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ing'/><title type='text'>TMTH = Too Much to Handle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, before I begin, let me first warn you that this entry is gonna be gloomy....too gloomy that if there are gonna be pictures in it, the pictures will be gloomy as well. Gloomier than the gloomy Sweeney Todd. In fact, it's so gloomy that up to this stage, there is already 6 'gloomy's in my sentence...opps, latest count, 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin with something more cheerful lar....sweet first before the bitter part mah. BN won election (yesss lar, it's not something new lar) but for the first first first time in history, for as long as I was born, this is the ever first time they won the election without 2/3 majority! How historic it is for us, the Malaysians! It's not that I enjoy seeing the downfall of Barisan National but it's nice to finally have a decent number of oppositions too. Too much power breeds evil. So it's a great, magnificent, super duper good good news to Malaysian citizens because finally we could say we live in a democratic country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't have any preference as of which party wins, be it DAP or BN. Because I know whoever leads the country will tend to have evil thinkings like corruption, manipulation, biasness etc...etc... It's just normal in the world of politics. But the fact that now no party is winning by a lot, everyone gets a say in every bill tabled at the Parliament. That's true democracy! Well done, Malaysians! And for once ever since I decided to start my life in Sydney, I kinda think that maybe it might not be such a bad idea to go back to Malaysia after all. We shall see how the politics goes in another few years time. Don't be too fast to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, big deal, Malaysia achieved true democracy. To be frank, still doesn't have direct impact on me because: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I live in Sydney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I earn in Aussie dollar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spend in the Aussie market&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I function in the Aussie economy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, I could only be happy for the Malaysians back in M'sia, or those intending to go back to Malaysia. But, my mood isn't right for celebration at this point of time....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(arrrggghhh....here comes the GLOOMY part)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am at the verge of losing my job as a bar tender. I loved that job and to lose it is kinda big deal for me. Alrite, to be honest, I am quite sick of that place because I have been with them for 2 years plus! But I love what I do, I love the drinks I serve, I love the shots I layer, I love the money it brought me. One 5 hour shift a week could earn me an extra of $120 plus whatever tips we shared upon. That's not a lot of money but to be having fun while earning, priceless. Plus, without this job, my 2008 NY resolution of 'saving as much as I could' will be going to the drain because my full time job earns me just enough to cover my posh rental and my moderate living expenses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Imagine...$150 a week (pay + tips) extra gives me an additional $600 a month which comes up to a whooping $7200 a year! It's just March now, and to know that I won't be achieving that at such early stage of the year is just a heart ache!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not to mention to endure the first ever time I am fired in my whole life...FIRED, that's a big word, TMTH. I haven't exactly been a model employee but I have been one of the few to be 'looked up' by my manager, in most of the job I did. Any busy shift, call Nicola; Any stuffed up situations, get Nicola; Too far away, Nicola don't mine travelling. And really, most of the time I don't really mind except if I had made plans prior or had classes to attend, I would say NO. If not, I am always happy to oblige. That is why, occasionally, if there are small errors in my till or times when I took extended leave during the Christmas period to go back Malaysia to care of a sick Mum was always a no-problem event to my hotel manager. At times when I realise my mum had cancer, he assured me to take all the time I need to care for her and my job will still be right here when I return. In events when I mis-handled the gaming machine causing a discrepancy of $113, he bailed me out and I got to keep my job. I owe him a lot for all that. Literally it wasn't the hotel that save me during those hard times, it was this particular manager who saved my ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's a sad thing now he's no longer there. The new manager had little understanding of me. So, I am not surprised at all if he fired me. The sad thing is not only losing the job, it's losing a good employer-employee relationship we had over the 2 years period and the hostile treatment I got last Saturday from two duty managers that I'd always loved and without good reference, I probably had to give up doing bar jobs forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Even if I was, say, given just a warning letter this time, I had kinda decided to not returning there after my April break which I intend to take regardless to concentrate on my studies. I was put-off by the hostility I got last Saturday, and simply devastating that the trust isn't there anymore.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I told ya it's gloomy....so gloomy that I don't even feel like putting up anything colorful to make it less gloomy. So no motivational pictures, no colored fonts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just lost a whooping $7,200....of course there isn't gonna be any sunshine now....at least for the time being. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;%#@*GLOOMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*%#@* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/553104098253766293-9141402284943610808?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/9141402284943610808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=9141402284943610808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/9141402284943610808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/9141402284943610808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/tmth-too-much-to-handle.html' title='TMTH = Too Much to Handle'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-4701617779106346901</id><published>2008-03-07T09:42:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:13:08.470+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ing'/><title type='text'>WHAT AM I AGAIN??!??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few years back, when it was those days where:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie on the sofa everyday staring blankly to the colourful TV screen while gripping on the the remote control....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;food will come calling upon you when it mysteriously appear piping hot on the dining table......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;dirty dishes disappear in a *poof* of smoke.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;clean, crisp, nicely-ironed clothes 'walks' and hangs themselves in your wardrobe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....those were the days when you had daddy and mummy and maybe a maid who does all the cooking, cleaning and washing for you.....*yes* those were the days where I sometimes attempt to impress my boyfriends by doing housework to portray myself as a good girlfriend. I tried to cook but never taste nice, wash but seldom clean enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I am at the verge of failing, out comes the mighty boyfriend to the rescue...helping me dish out the burnt cooking and recooked everything again, wash all the dirty clothes which was lying helplessly over the floor simply because I don't know how to operate the machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of every failed attempts, I used to think, "mmmm....maybe I'm just not girlfriend material, maybe I am those mistress material..."You know, no need to do housework but spend every single minute thinking or doing things to make yourself prettier like shopping, facial, shopping again, partying, sleeping in etc...etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that supported my thinking was that I can't bloody cook properly, never clean enough, never organised enough to maintain things and room around me....I used to have a terribly messy room that, trust me, you can't even lay your feet in there for 5 minutes without yerrr-ing of how messy it is. But I loved it, I loved it unorganised because I always know where my stuffs are....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ei....where is the finger nail clipper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooo, i know, its under the pile of magazines cum college notes cum stationaries cum make-up inside my room, on top of the study table...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;*five minutes of ransacking my pile of stuff....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yerrrr....your room damn filthy....please lar...aiyor, clean up larrr...you are a girl you know...blah blah blah....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok....ok...will lar...will lar....later lar....soon lar....after exam then will clean lar....assignment due first lar, this weekend first lar....&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(all excuses while staring at the TV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was years ago.....and I always believe in karma and that the rules of debit-credit exist in this world. If you debit your 'laziness' account too much, you will end up having to credit back out all those 'laziness' you put in to balance back the account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then I flew off the comfort zone, came to Sydney and fast forward a few years to now, I could cook!! Not always perfect but I do occasionally get praises from my ever-so-yim chim bf of mine. I would clean, mop, polish, scrub, dust, wipe (*insert all cleaning nouns you could find*), I could do EVERYTHING! Not always voluntarily but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to. Because there is no more 'invicible' help around me anymore. Bye-bye uni days, bye-bye uni frens (coz they all went back to KL), bye-bye atm-daddy &amp;amp; mummy, bye-bye partying, bye-bye drunken session.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I had to work my ass off to pay tuition fees for my hairdressing course, I had start being thrifty because I never earn enough to lead the lifestyle I had back in Uni days, I moved out with my monkey bf and had to start doing all the chores around the house, start job hunting, start my everydays at 7 in the morning.....I had to WORK, had to live at my own expense, had to face the REALITY of GROWING UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go clubbing 4 days in a week, NOW....the most interesting place I go is the karaoke;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get drunk everytime I am out, NOW.....I only have a max of 4 drinks and I already want to go home;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;go shopping every consecutive days and end up with big piles of clothes, NOW....EBAY became my best fren;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;answer the apartment buzzer all the time, NOW....roaches visit more than friends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be semangat enuff to get dressed up to go out, NOW.....aihhh, lets give up lar, shall we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much energy back then that there is always power to do something, anything! Even if I'm sleep deprived, give me a bottle of Coke (ermmm...I mean Coca-cola, not cocaine!) and *zzzoom* I'm awake again, all ready to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What happened now? Sometimes I wonder where the heck is me? In which part of life did I misplaced myself or my energy level? Now it's like if there is time, I rather spend it in my PJs at home while drooling over chinese series, sing songs while staring at the teenie weenie Youtube site on my laptop screen, eat home cooked meals and drink herbal soup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like I am thirty (but I'm not...I SWEAR!), I feel like it's time to settle down, prepare myself for family life and motherhood. Have a dog as if a son, play the part of mummy, stay at home, cook, boil soup, clean and sleep.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN TO CLUBBING, GETTING DRUNK, PARTYING &amp;amp; SHOPPING!!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(innocently) &lt;em&gt;Dunno....flush down the toilet guaaa....or maybe they are sneakily hiding inside my boxes of stuff at the sun room....or or I ter-throw them during my 2-years-4-times moving house dramas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;power.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reclaim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After all, I'm only 25 worrr....ok lar...might be lil...but hell, it still starts with a 2. How many twenties can one get in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want to retrieve the lost self in me, I need to GET A LIFE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-4701617779106346901?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/4701617779106346901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=4701617779106346901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4701617779106346901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4701617779106346901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-am-i-again.html' title='WHAT AM I AGAIN??!??!'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-7618521943236675050</id><published>2008-03-05T13:42:00.007+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:14:32.016+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>THUMB WAXING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a unpleasant spot at my thumb the other day and decided to stick a band-aid there to hide that unpleasant view. I did not bother to take it out before going to bed and only decided it was time when I return home from work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thinking the band-aid was only there because it was to hide the flaws on my thumb, I pull off the band-aid with my mighty force. After all, no wounds = no pain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I WAS WRONG.....I WAS TERRIBLY TERRIBLY WRONG! Not only did I pull off that piece of ugly-looking plaster, it came off with a chunk of skin as well, immediately exposing my bare flesh just below my thumb nail.....ARGHhhHHHH....*pain* That was when I realise I did a brazillian on my thumb.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174091834999810450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R84RHERpqZI/AAAAAAAAANk/ISqQC5bPRls/s400/DSC02231.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#%*@#* Painnnnnnn!!! *slaps myself on the head* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok....shut up! I know what you are about to say next....my thumbnail looks weird....ENUFF of it....just keep it to yourself! I know it's weird since I know it is weird. No need to rub it in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story: Do not make assumptions because almost 99% of them are WRONG! &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/553104098253766293-7618521943236675050?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/7618521943236675050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=7618521943236675050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7618521943236675050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7618521943236675050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/03/thumb-waxing.html' title='THUMB WAXING'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R84RHERpqZI/AAAAAAAAANk/ISqQC5bPRls/s72-c/DSC02231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-7878905280849560738</id><published>2008-02-28T21:00:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:36:35.500+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a dog&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>YOU SHOULD WATCH THIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_JjViA8GxA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_JjViA8GxA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, heh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-7878905280849560738?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/7878905280849560738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=7878905280849560738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7878905280849560738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7878905280849560738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-should-watch-this.html' title='YOU SHOULD WATCH THIS'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-1556954440444509639</id><published>2008-02-27T15:16:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:39:56.946+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enviromental Issues'/><title type='text'>SAVE THEM.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sunrise-divers.com/liveabords/queen_scuba/photos/turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sunrise-divers.com/liveabords/queen_scuba/photos/turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just magnificent? So calm, so peaceful, so free......so FRAGILE..... Do you know that these giant turtles could be easily killed by a piece of seemingly innocent plastic bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following a blog post by &lt;a href="http://nicolekiss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; today, I decided to raise the issue again about saving these giant softie sea creature. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please...please please please&lt;/span&gt; do not dispose off garbage especially non-bio- degradable plastic shopping bags into the sea or the beach. Plastic bags can actually cause the death of turtles because they would swallow them, thinking that it's a yummy goody jellyfish, which is their main source of food. Not only will they die, they suffer a long and painful process while dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An article from The Daily Telegraph today caught my attention. Go ahead, click &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,23284553-5001021,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171790360954353986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8Xj7pV5OUI/AAAAAAAAANc/IgFcGumaSOs/s400/0,,5910438,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lazy? Let me summarise it for you then. This 40 year old giant turtle (pictured above) was found floating in the middle of the ocean near Darwin. She died shortly after being rescued. Why? Because she choked on a piece of plastic bag which was thrown in by irresponsible people. A choked turtle will start vomitting acid forms on their lungs and develop pneumonia. Then, they will be trapped on the water surface and suffer from exhausting and sunburn while desperately trying to swim back underwater. And judging that she has been covered in green slime, its very likely that she has been distressly floating on the water surface for a looong time. Imagine suffering difficulty in breathing while unable to reach for help, feeling as if your lungs are contracting every minute or so. You won't want that to happen to you or anyone you love or care, so why let it happen to these poor innocent creatures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please....do not litter into the ocean. Beneath it lies the home of many animals. Preserve the beauty so that your future generations get to enjoy the sight of it. Educate the younger ones, show a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT LITTER....SIGN THE PETITION NOW....Click &lt;a href="http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/734112145"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For other ways to save the turtles, visit this &lt;a href="http://theturtletalks.com/10-things-you-can-do-to-conserve-sea-turtles/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-1556954440444509639?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/1556954440444509639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=1556954440444509639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1556954440444509639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/1556954440444509639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/save-them.html' title='SAVE THEM.....'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8Xj7pV5OUI/AAAAAAAAANc/IgFcGumaSOs/s72-c/0,,5910438,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-4745097783856365386</id><published>2008-02-27T09:02:00.008+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:36:52.746+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a dog&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>DOGGIE BUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;==============================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Blabbers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coco has left the building as of 1950 last nite. Suddenly Rooney's world became such lonely place again.......she will be missed though. But she might not miss us, judging that she din bother to look at us the moment her foster parents came.....Poor Rooney who had to face so many separations at such young age....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;==============================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Buses are now every dog's breakfast all thanks to Eedra Zey and her pet border collie, Pema. Read &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,23281898-5006007,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. They have managed to find a loophole concerning pets on buses. As a pet owner myself, there have been several occasions where the discussion arises as to whether our four-legged pals are allowed on public transport or not. One of my friend had raise this question to the City Rail officers some time ago and it has been understood that trains within NSW does not allow pets on board, with exception to registered guide dogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Apparently one section in the State Transit Authority states that pets may be allowed on bus at operator's discretion which involved consideration on the passengers on board, the schedule and if the dog is of good behaviour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;However, to my opinion, the loophole will remain just a loophole. It may work towards not letting dogs on board as well. "At operator's discretion" was stated clearly. A poll conducted by The Daily Telegraph came up with this result so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171487295177046306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8TQS5V5OSI/AAAAAAAAANM/4tUEH8FDQ6Q/s400/poll.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apparently majority people still prefer not having any furry balls up the bus.....*arghhh* why are there soooo little animal-lovers out there in this big city! And since it's up to the drivers to allow pets on bus, they probably will say a big NO and give crappy excuses of why they had arrive at that particular decision. I'm keen to bring Rooney up the bus for a try. Wonder if I will get rejected or kicked off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Regardless, it kinda relief to know that dogs have been given a 'privilege' to ride on bus. At least I don't have to hide Rooney inside my bag whenever I board the bus now. And lucky that our mayor, Clover Moore, is a dog-lover herself! So let's hope this dog on bus thing gets going. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171489219322394930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8TSC5V5OTI/AAAAAAAAANU/NFacXaF4Iow/s320/baxterdrivinthebus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Hey Pup, you are meant to be a passenger, not the driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&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/553104098253766293-4745097783856365386?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/4745097783856365386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=4745097783856365386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4745097783856365386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4745097783856365386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/blabbers-read-this.html' title='DOGGIE BUS'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8TQS5V5OSI/AAAAAAAAANM/4tUEH8FDQ6Q/s72-c/poll.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-8612323045483509103</id><published>2008-02-26T09:37:00.013+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:42:57.501+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebs'/><title type='text'>Katie Holmes' New Hairdo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blabbers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coco will not be staying under unforeseen economical circumstances. Contrary to previous permission granted by the management, my lease agent, who just came back from his holidays, told us that any addition to the household will need permission from the owner. And since we are at the point where our lease agreement expires next month, we are at the highest risk of rent increase. We decide that since rental is not increasing at this moment, we shall just be thankful to have a roof over poor Rooney. Will have to devote more of my precious time to accompany my poor baby who will be home alone again in the time to come. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanwhile, it has been an ironic morning....just as we are left in a situation where our current economic equation is: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;second dog = increase in rental = decrease in savings = decrease in quality of living = prolonged poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I discover the perfect one......female, purebred maltese, sociable, gentle, girlish, easily reachable within city...NOOOOOO.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you have a bf/husband who's shorter than you? Being a considerate woman like me, knowing I should always maintain that ego-ness men have in them, my choice of action would be to go about my shoe cabinet and dump all the high heels away and run to the store to get heaps n heaps of ballet flats (at his expense of course! muahahaha)....but apparently that's not always the case when you are in Lala Land. The adverse happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171089740119226626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8NmuJV5OQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qkXe4ugPG8M/s400/SmallTomSPL_468x720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You redo your hair to make it a few inches higher than usual, you indulge in super high Christian Louboutin or Jimmy Choo pumps just so that you look tall and slinder. Don't matter the husband, he'll deal with it his way. If he don't feel good about it, he too, could probably get Jimmy Choo to design him man-heels so he could be head-to-head with his partner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Katie's black bob hairdo looked soooo exotic that it swept everyone off their feet the moment she came out with it. But this new hairdo and that strikingly high purple heels....it made Tom look ridiculously SHORT.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Judging that he had been with women taller than him all the time, maybe it doesn't hurt him as bad as we think it does....or does it?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the way, is it just me or is anyone else thinking that Katie Holmes seem like a stepford's wife ever since she got married to Tom? It's like she changed to a totally different person....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171093584114956562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8NqN5V5ORI/AAAAAAAAANE/zD77Nn77wsI/s320/KatieHolmes66675131_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it Tom or Posh or Scientology that played the part in that transformation!?!?!? Maybe Doctor 90210 did it...mmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-8612323045483509103?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/8612323045483509103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=8612323045483509103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/8612323045483509103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/8612323045483509103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/katie-holmes-new-hairdo.html' title='Katie Holmes&apos; New Hairdo...'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8NmuJV5OQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qkXe4ugPG8M/s72-c/SmallTomSPL_468x720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-4195552599745433995</id><published>2008-02-24T22:42:00.013+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:31:25.839+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><title type='text'>BACKSTREET'S BACK...ALRIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8Ifv5V5ODI/AAAAAAAAALU/GdITp64Tvnk/s1600-h/backstreet-boys-unbreakable12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170730229881714738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8Ifv5V5ODI/AAAAAAAAALU/GdITp64Tvnk/s400/backstreet-boys-unbreakable12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Everybo....dy, Yeaaaah, Rock Your Body....Yeaaaah, Everybooooody, Rock Your Body Right! Backstreet's Back, Alright!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"I'll never break your heart, I'll never make you cry, I rather die than live without you...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OK, OK, I know some may comment... "OMG! Backstreet Boys!!??! That's a boyband...it's sooo lame etc... etc...". But come on, admit it! Once upon a time, long long ago, in a land far far away....you have, at one point, listened to their songs until you could blurt out the lyrics or might have even bought their album before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't deny it....I LOOOOOVE the Backstreet Boys some time ago...those boyish looks, those many karaoke repertoires, those cheesy but oh-so-cool dance moves. And YES, I even bought 2 of their first albums entitled, 'Backstreet Boys' and 'Backstreet's Back'. They came to Sydney sometime in Jan 2006 at Entertainment Centre but I wasn't able to catch that show because I was back in M'sia for holidays. So going to their Unbreakable Sydney concert last Friday was sorta like finally being able to chase back my teenage dream *those were the days....loooong gone...* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170735280763254850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8IkV5V5OEI/AAAAAAAAALc/EUWEalsdlQE/s320/sfx22143.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brian McFadden (of Westlife fame and fiance of Aussie songbird Delta Goodrem) opened their act at 7:30....sang I guess about 4-5 songs including his latest, 'Only a Woman Can'. It was such a boyband night, considering McFadden used to be part of Westlife. And, after his gig, it was a painful 40 minutes wait before the BSB started. Audiences were at first, enthusiatic, doing rounds after rounds of human waves. And then there were cheers, screams demanding for the boys to come out. Silence again, human waves again, screams again.....I had to admit I was getting a bit frustrated about the wait. The tickets noted 7:30 as the start time but it wasn't until 8:40 that they finally appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, they did not just appear and kick off the show with some real cheesy boyband-style dance moves, they did it in the most unusual way....as if it was a boxing match, with a commentator introducing each of them at each corner of the mini made-up boxing stage. We had a good laugh on that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suprisingly a pleasant night. Not really a tacky boyband reminiscence night. They did sang most of their hits eg. Quit Playing Games with My Heart, All that I can Give, Larger than Life, Show Me the Meaning (of Being Lonely), I Want it That Way, More than That, The Call, Incomplete, Just Want You to Know and their new song, Helpless When She Smiles. The whole arena went totally crazy when they did I Never Break Your Heart and As Long As You Love Me while the music video was shown at the background, instantly comparing their boyish looks back then with their 'matured' looks now. Also, I looooove the part when they did Everybody (Backstreet's Back) and performed the dance move as of the music video. *Coooool!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8KcFpV5OOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/swMWfIV9joM/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8KcFpV5OOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/swMWfIV9joM/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170866942985713890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8KZW5V5OMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/JdmcKFU5Eps/s1600-h/solos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8KZW5V5OMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/JdmcKFU5Eps/s400/solos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170863940803573954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8Kd6ZV5OPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bSf3m7siMlA/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8Kd6ZV5OPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bSf3m7siMlA/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170868948735441138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the show, all 4 of them did individual songs of their own. Howie did a latin-ish rendition, Nick with his rave drums session, Brian sang his new song 'Welcome Home' while AJ sang a solo heavy-rock track, fast proving that boyband too, has their own style when it comes to solo careers. And the BSB I love most.....AJ! I just don't know why but I felt his outlook passes some similarity with Jacky Cheung.....the moustache, the face shape, those 'man-ly' looks. Both had their different styles but I can't deny that they do look alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170726656468924434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8Icf5V5OBI/AAAAAAAAALE/OkRHh2VA2II/s400/jackyvsaj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part of the night was the performance of 'Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely'. The setting was a poker table at the edge of the stage. All four of them played a few hands of poker with cigars in their hands while they sang. The background showed a close-up of them in black and white, almost like a scene in some mafia movie back at those colorless era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8KWFpV5OHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/j4HisTUehyA/s1600-h/poker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8KWFpV5OHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/j4HisTUehyA/s320/poker.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170860345915947122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8KWSJV5OII/AAAAAAAAAL8/nGpM1Q2xL4g/s1600-h/22022008129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8KWSJV5OII/AAAAAAAAAL8/nGpM1Q2xL4g/s320/22022008129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170860560664311938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still manage to pull through despite Kevin's decision to leave the band. But then of course, among all 5 of them, Kevin was always the one who sang the least throughout their career. He was more of a dancer and composer rather than a singer. So his withdrawal from the band almost cause no impact at all to the remaining 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was obedient throughout the show even when Brian came down the stage to greet some fans....but during the encore session, Nick came down and that was the time when everyone went crazy (ermmm....that includes me) and ran to the front. Of course the main reason of me running to the front wasn't for Nick....I was hoping and praying that my fave among all, AJ, will come down as well.....Too bad, my predictions was wrong. Indeed AJ came down the stage but it was on the left side while I ran towards the centre of the stage....BADDDD.....but I did manage to catch some good shots of all four of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8FlCZV5N_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_ka6njyhtqQ/s1600-h/22022008178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170524939034900466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8FlCZV5N_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_ka6njyhtqQ/s400/22022008178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8KZv5V5ONI/AAAAAAAAAMk/a-HDAHlo3Kg/s1600-h/22022008176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8KZv5V5ONI/AAAAAAAAAMk/a-HDAHlo3Kg/s400/22022008176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864370300303570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show ended with the song 'Shape of My Heart'. Overall, it was quite an enjoyable nostalgic night, although it was just a less than 2 hrs show. I had a fun time going down memory lane along with the arguably best boyband of all time. And finally after 15 years, I have fulfill my dreams to watch them live on stage.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-4195552599745433995?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/4195552599745433995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=4195552599745433995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4195552599745433995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4195552599745433995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/backstreets-backalright.html' title='BACKSTREET&apos;S BACK...ALRIGHT!'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R8Ifv5V5ODI/AAAAAAAAALU/GdITp64Tvnk/s72-c/backstreet-boys-unbreakable12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-165478411530286868</id><published>2008-02-21T14:38:00.009+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:32:03.065+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stand-ups'/><title type='text'>SOMEBODY'S GONNA GET HURT REEEAAAL BAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POST RUSSELL....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abpresents.com.au/Russell_Peters_2008_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.abpresents.com.au/Russell_Peters_2008_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Russell Peters and friends were fan-f*ckin-tas-tic! His two guests, Ahmed Ahmed and Jo Koy were surprising good as well. DJ Scratch started off the night with his superb DJ-ing and turntable skills which was sooooo good, I would have stood up and start dancing if I had some booze prior to walking in to the concert hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Throughout his one hour stand-up, Russell did not repeat his already famous jokes which, if you were a fan, would have seen it via his DVD or through youtube. His humours were mainly made against those pity souls sitting at the front row esp. the Aussie family of 4 and the stereotyped Indian family of 5 where the dad and his son are....well, you guessed it, DOCTORS. He also cracked jokes from the diversed nationalities &amp;amp; heritages of his audiences which includes Chinese, Indians, Arabs, Middle East, African American, Persians, Greeks, Sri Lankans and Italians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahmed-ahmed.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ahmed Ahmed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jokoy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jo Koy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; both had their respective way of doing their stand-ups. Ahmed was more similar to Russell in a way that he, too, cracked up jokes based on different nationalities and his Egyptian background (of how hard it was to have some Al-Qaeda terrorist sharing the same name as his and how 'random' it was to be selected for screen test everytime he boarded a plane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169579457819260882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R74JIJV5N9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/k5YpjecWsbI/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jo Koy on the other hand, took the stage by humiliating the Governator, the members of his family, mainly his mother and his 3 year old kid. Being an Asian himself (he's Phillipino btw), I find it easier to relate myself with the jokes he cracked esp. those of his mum speaking bombastic words such as gallovanting and extravaganza....coz my mum used to use the word 'gallovanting' as well....He also made fun while honouring women's biggest contribution to the world, giving birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Must google their stand-ups right now and laugh the sh*t outta ya, RIGHT NOW! Overall, the whole 2 hours was a nice time, although the seat was freaking uncomfortable I end up having headaches and backaches until this morning! And, I've been laughing sooo hard that two hours I think I would be able to laugh anymore for the next 5 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/408672209_ac22849c30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Don't be surprised seeing me looking like these in the coming few days....I've used up my laughing potion last night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRE RUSSELL.....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooooooooo excited! It's 3 pm now.......another 5 hours and I will be seeing RUSSELL!!! OMG OMG OMG! I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169282486600546242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7z7CJV5N8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/5aJ2ONc2llY/s400/russellpeters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I can't believe it that I am sooooooo anxious to see an Indian guy in action. Probably he's the ONLY Indian guy who's worth my wait all these yearsssss.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out Sydney, Russell's in the house! In Opera House! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-165478411530286868?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/165478411530286868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=165478411530286868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/165478411530286868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/165478411530286868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/somebody-gonna-get-hurt-reeeaaal-bad.html' title='SOMEBODY&apos;S GONNA GET HURT REEEAAAL BAD!'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R74JIJV5N9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/k5YpjecWsbI/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-9198963025151291459</id><published>2008-02-21T09:09:00.020+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:37:20.023+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a dog&apos;s life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;====================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Blabbers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As of 1930 last night, an emergency SAVE COCO COMMITTEE (SCC) was formed during an impromptu meeting held at the rooftop garden of 320 Harris Street. Sitting on the board are 6 wise dog-lover members consisting of myself &amp;amp; Ian, Sara &amp;amp; her hubby, George &amp;amp; his gf and was chaired by the honourable foster mum, Kristen. Agenda included discussing ways to housetrain the ever stubborn Ms. Coco and coming up with potential candidates to adopt her if we back off. Conclusion was that we will give it another go and if it doesn't work, Sara and hubby will come into place, either adopting her or get their friend, Emma, to have her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;====================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;SWEET FANNY ADAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a frequent listener to the Nova's breakfast show by Merrick &amp;amp; Russo (plus Kate Richie), there has been a phrase that has caught many's attention for the past week: "Sweet FA for 50K". So, many started to wonder, what the heck is Sweet FA? And, if you don't understand what Sweet FA is, how the hell are you ever gonna lay your hands on that 50K they kept mentioning about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, fear not. Sweet FA is an aussie slang which simply means bugger all, or nothing at all. The phrase was inspired by the murder case of Sweet Fanny Adams in 1867 by Frederick Baker in Alton. And as time evolved, Sweet FA now simply means sweet f*ck all, or also translated as nothing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, still don't know how to use that phrase? Here are some example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For what he has done, I bloody hope he gets a Sweet FA at the end of game"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, besides that, Sweet FA also comes to mean sweet f*cking ass, as shown in the example below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OMFG, that blonde chick there has got a nice sweet FA!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169236148198389682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7zQ45V5N7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HeOj30YT-y8/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and just in case u wonder who's sweet FA was that on that picture.....it was his.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169202372575573922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7yyK5V5N6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/npR-zywDgPE/s400/peach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Haha.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gotta go back to doing sweet FA again! Ciaoz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-9198963025151291459?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/9198963025151291459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=9198963025151291459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/9198963025151291459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/9198963025151291459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweet-fanny-adams.html' title=''/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7zQ45V5N7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HeOj30YT-y8/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-5884230602134425156</id><published>2008-02-20T08:51:00.008+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:37:08.382+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a dog&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>COCO NUTS?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; This is Ms. Coco or Coconut as I call her because she is NUTS (or becoz she drives me NUTS!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7tWs5V5NxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EuE_CbBxd7U/s1600-h/IMG_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168820326644659986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7tWs5V5NxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EuE_CbBxd7U/s320/IMG_0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I knowwww.....she is cute....adorable and TINY.....that is, when she does not poo under my study table or pee on my carpet. And all these occasions aren't classified as 'accidents' anymore, but purely an 'act', an act to get attention or simply to show she's the boss against the Almighty Rooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have looong put up an ignorant face and try to 'close one eye, open one eye'. But last night was the worst timing and combination....a true recipe for disaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168828100535465858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7tdxZV5N4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bIqIAtkf-z8/s400/pms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She peed on the carpet, at a hard-to-ignore spot, as if to tell us straight on our face, "&lt;em&gt;Take that, jackasses! That's for your ignorance to the power almighty Queen Lambchop possesses &lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168823509215426370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7tZmJV5N0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/RMTFCeQGXsM/s320/650554352_0fc0eb561d.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The disaster took place....Some spanking was unpreventable but it was not the smacking that spells D.I.S.A.S.T.E.R, it's the will power we both had inside to continue tolerating this ill-behaviour. That was the first time we both had reach an unanimous decision to not continue with the adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perhaps our apartment environment is a hell for any new pet to adjust itself. Maybe our style doesn't fit in. Perhaps in this whole wide world, only Rooney will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry Rooney, your friend's chances are going slimmer by the day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168820902170277682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7tXOZV5NzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8y1qPCZhxbo/s320/IMG_0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we'll miss this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168820498443351842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7tW25V5NyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WK94y5iIIn8/s320/IMG_0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**FINGERS CROSSED....HOPING FOR MIRACLE**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-5884230602134425156?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5884230602134425156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5884230602134425156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5884230602134425156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5884230602134425156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/coco-nuts.html' title='COCO NUTS?!?!?'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7tWs5V5NxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EuE_CbBxd7U/s72-c/IMG_0160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-5163153992467280098</id><published>2008-02-19T09:50:00.009+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:37:08.382+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a dog&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>BETWEEN THE DEVIL &amp; THE DEEP BLUE SEA</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling like this recently......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7oS25V5NsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wckjVTAxmLo/s1600-h/frustrated%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168464256675952322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7oS25V5NsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wckjVTAxmLo/s320/frustrated%2520man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decision time is up again....and there could only be one answer, either a swift "yes" or a stern "no". There is no hesitating "ermmmms" or "maybe....". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If my answer is such definite "YES!", why do I find myself surfing into &lt;a href="http://www.petrescue.com.au/"&gt;http://www.petrescue.com.au/&lt;/a&gt; every morning when I come to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If it's a "NO", then why does my chest feel so heavy as if I swallowed rocks and stones and stored them in my beating heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chops...(now known as Coco) has been with us for 1 week now. It all started with the initial growlling she had for Rooney, the wound I found on Rooney's ears, the unsightly pee stain on my dear o' carpet, the alarm-clock-like barking every morning at 6 and the endless nightmare grrrrs she encounters every night. I swear there are times I feel as if I could strangle her right at those moments....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168474255359817474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7ob85V5NwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/heTmK_ElHrw/s320/AngryDog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all those had continued on, decision time would be an easy task for me. But hell NO! She saw improvement as days pass. No more pee on on my pitiful carpet, no more nasty growls at my poor boy, no more barking at night. Better still, Rooney manage to maintain that he's the boss and runs from afar to bang her down as if she was a bowling pin to show her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168468517283509986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7oWu5V5NuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8OYS78R8bmE/s320/bowling-strike.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;If the improvement was going well, then it would have been a BIG "YES". But again...HELL NO! It seem jinxed to praise her all the time. I've kept silent these few days since I realise she is fitting in but made a bad decision to break the news to her foster mum while on the phone with her last night. And then...it all crumbled apart, all the barking and pee-ing started again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only feeling I had was....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168471742803949298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7oZqpV5NvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XyUTGJOFYCo/s400/tulan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The foster mum is coming this Wednesday and it will be definite that among her many question will involve the ultimatum I have been running and hiding.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-5163153992467280098?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5163153992467280098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5163153992467280098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5163153992467280098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5163153992467280098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-been-feeling-like-this-recently.html' title='BETWEEN THE DEVIL &amp; THE DEEP BLUE SEA'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7oS25V5NsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wckjVTAxmLo/s72-c/frustrated%2520man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-6685243129417114192</id><published>2008-02-14T09:16:00.021+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:17:31.662+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day? Have it the non-commercial way....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7N_fJV5NjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aRrawRV65MA/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166613370584512050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7N_fJV5NjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aRrawRV65MA/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feeeeeel that lub is in the air today? I got off the bus today in Crows Nest being greeted with swarms of balloon floating romantically outside a florist shop....With the biggest one being an insect-looking creature with a BIG "I love every inch of you" labelled at his belly. I begin to wonder, "Has Valentine's Day always incorporates red roses, floating heart-shaped balloons, tacky pressies and extravagant dinner sets?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7TZXpV5NnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gMlHxVuvOr4/s1600-h/Dane%20and%20Chihuahua%20valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166993672758703730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7TZXpV5NnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gMlHxVuvOr4/s320/Dane%2520and%2520Chihuahua%2520valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being the lonely soul in the office today racking my brains up on those Valentine's Day ornaments, I googled up the history of this day and discovered many versions of it. One of it being said that Valentine was a priest during the 3rd century of the Rome empire. During that time, Emperor Claudius II suddenly saw the potential of single young men in war and battlefield. They fought with greater bravery and loaded with amplified loyalty as compared to those with other halves. Hence, the Emperor outlawed marriage for young men. This is when the great Valentine stood up and realise how unfair this whole outlawed marriage thing and secretly perform marriage ceremonies for young lovers in complete secrecy. When the Emperor discovered what had been happening, he ordered Valentine be killed immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Valentine was in jail, he fell in love with a young girl who often visited him during his imprisonment. Before he was sentenced to death, he wrote one final letter to this girl and signing off as "From Your Valentine". Hence Valentine's Day came up to honour the bravery and heroic deed Valentine had died for, all in the name of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7TaAZV5NpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HME3l7jznJ4/s1600-h/vladstudio_hearts5_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166994372838373010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7TaAZV5NpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HME3l7jznJ4/s320/vladstudio_hearts5_800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legend ended here. I read other versions as well but not so much of a surprise, there wasn't any mentions of lavious dinners, bouquet of roses and all those ornaments you see on the street. So where do all those 'brilliant ideas' came from? My answer: Those smart business-minded entrpreneurs. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7TZqZV5NoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8pBTwiLxqUg/s1600-h/vladstudio_hearts5_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This holy day of showing your love has evolved to be the lucky day for doubled-profit-earnings for businesses around the world. Usual dinner sets, gift pack and a variety of flowers have now been given romantic names and their price rocketed up. Roses usually only $10 soar up to $30, dinner for two that normally cost $60 now shot up to $120.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my opinion, why splurge a fortune for just one day? If you really love someone, showering her with gifts, dinners and flowers can happen at any day, not necessarily just on Valentine's Day! Its arguable if you are going after a girl and wanna show your interest by doing so on V-Day but for couples, I think its a mere act of gesture to spend a &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7TbN5V5NrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3eiEeGPqyLM/s1600-h/useless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166995704278234802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7TbN5V5NrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3eiEeGPqyLM/s200/useless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whopping amount just for this day. By following those commercialised rituals of splurging on expensive so-called valentine's meals, indulging in bunches and bunches of roses and running around malls racking the most romantic gift you can find, it's not an act of love but an invisible support you are showing to those businesses that you agree on them charging a higher price for their products on this very special day. So, my suggestion: Do it the simple way, do it the traditional way. Show it with a hug or a kiss. Love is not a mathematical element so it does not measure itself by how expensive your gift is, how pricey the meal is or how big of bunch of flowers you have in your arms. It's the thoughts that count. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, feel free to let loose some softie, lovey-dovey side of you today. Make Saint Valentine proud by showing how much someone means to you by sending a hug or just a mere peck on the cheek. Use the mighty power of body language and words for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since love comes in various forms, you might wanna do your part by calling or sms-ing your parents, your besties, your siblings, all your dearest ones to spread some lub around! Remember, its not about spending money today, its about telling people around you how much you love and cherished them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, no matter what way you chose to express yourself, I still wanna wish everyone a Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166612743519286802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7N-6pV5NhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/K5gPwZs5kF8/s320/Valentinespray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-6685243129417114192?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/6685243129417114192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=6685243129417114192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/6685243129417114192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/6685243129417114192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day? Have it the non-commercial way....'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7N_fJV5NjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aRrawRV65MA/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-5082260577170603024</id><published>2008-02-13T14:09:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:48:26.970+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a dog&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>Rooney the red nose reindog</title><content type='html'>Few pictures of Rooney Roo....this was when he first came home. He was 8 weeks old then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196773667295208402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SB6mHeE8I9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/1-atXNUYAN4/s320/on+the+sofa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even recent picture....Samurai Roo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SB6mNOE8I-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Mqq2mZqgVaU/s1600-h/IMG_0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196773766079456226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SB6mNOE8I-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Mqq2mZqgVaU/s320/IMG_0174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooney distracting me while I was studying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SB6mBeE8I8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/0_zsjQE-mH0/s1600-h/29032008651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196773564215993282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SB6mBeE8I8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/0_zsjQE-mH0/s320/29032008651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally....Reindog Roo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7Jnb5V5NVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZqYH6wKSWNI/s1600-h/Rooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166305451494159698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7Jnb5V5NVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZqYH6wKSWNI/s400/Rooney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-5082260577170603024?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5082260577170603024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5082260577170603024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5082260577170603024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5082260577170603024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/rooney-red-nose-reindog_13.html' title='Rooney the red nose reindog'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/SB6mHeE8I9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/1-atXNUYAN4/s72-c/on+the+sofa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-3210257277894741597</id><published>2008-02-13T14:09:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:48:03.299+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a dog&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>Rooney the red nose reindog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7Jnb5V5NVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZqYH6wKSWNI/s1600-h/Rooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166305451494159698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7Jnb5V5NVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZqYH6wKSWNI/s400/Rooney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a simple photo of Rooney taken some time before Christmas.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-3210257277894741597?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/3210257277894741597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=3210257277894741597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/3210257277894741597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/3210257277894741597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/rooney-red-nose-reindog.html' title='Rooney the red nose reindog'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R7Jnb5V5NVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZqYH6wKSWNI/s72-c/Rooney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-7657464479092274246</id><published>2008-02-11T10:11:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:39:08.746+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>CJ7 長江七號</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6-LyZV5NKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Bsr8eLdlxtg/s1600-h/CJ7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165500995529684130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6-LyZV5NKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Bsr8eLdlxtg/s400/CJ7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephen Chow returns to the big screen again after 2 years, bringing CJ7 to us. Another collaboration with Vincent Kok (God of Cookery), this film is rumoured to have a budget of $20 mil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about a kid name Chow Siu Dik (played by actress Xu Jiao...and yes, its a SHE) who is very poor but goes to a rich kid private school. His dad, Ti (played by Stephen Chow), is a construction site worker who owes his boss (played by Lam Chi Chung) huge debt after the passing of his wife. He saves up all his money to place Dik in a rich kid private school and hence had no more money to buy Dik toys at all. Spending most of his time ransacking through the garbish site for useable items, Ti came across a greenish ball one night at the dump. The 'ball' eventually transformed into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165506523152594098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6-Q0JV5NLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GEo_mlVE48E/s200/0013729c050d0908d53c07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have to watch the movie yourself to see what happens next. Overall, I notice that the film uses some past ideas that he has used before in previous movies, prompting one to think if he's running out of ideas already. For example, when Dik was fantasizing himself overpowering the PE instructor in the field (the scene where Dik jumped up high in the air and did the Buddha-Strikes-Back-palm) that was from the scene in Kung Fu Hustle. Another iminent example is when the kids from school found out about CJ7 and demands that 7 Zai mimicks different expressions. That idea came when Chow did King of Comedy alongside Cecilia Cheung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow seem to have aged a lot and have played down his character in his recent movies compared to those he did in the early 90s. Those days, the main attraction of his movies are basically himself and the jokes he did throughout the movie. Nowadays, its more like moving towards the production side and aims to promote newcomers and those ever-so-popular special computer graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165513970625885442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6-XlpV5NQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Fqca-1y0x28/s320/xinsrc_37201052911437341184131.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165572584044574002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6_M5ZV5NTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Jv_5CX3yK9w/s320/cj7-movie-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since China is booming so fast and is becoming so much more cost-efficient, moving production to China seem inevitable in the HK film industry now. CJ7 is filmed in Ningbo, China and hence, most of the cast are from Mainland China. You'll notice that the whole movie was actually dubbed to Cantonese and was originally in Mandarin. I always prefer the original being Cantonese and the watching dubbed versions always made me felt as if something is missing....the originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits have to be given to the kids in the movie, esp the lil girl that played Dik and the mean Egg Tart. Being a newcomer, Xu Jiao had so much facial expression and body language of a comedian. Such talent at such young age. Discipline teacher, Mr. Tso (played by Mainland actor Lee Sheung Qing) also did well in being the usual mean teacher character found in most of Stephen Chow's past movie. Its been so cliche in his movie that everytime its a scene in the school, there is always a mean discipline teacher (as seen in the series of Fight Back to School). Also cliche is everytime a character feels free and happy, there is always a scene where the character imagines himself running on the beach with silky scarf (seen in God Of Cookery, The Tricky Master) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My fave scenes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When Dik accidently activates the green 'ball' and it starts to transform into an alien toy dog. Dik went totally ballistic thinking its a ghost. Notice the obliviant Chow and the-boy-who-was-not-allowed-to scream Dik. Her facial expression here is the funniest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165510225414403282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6-ULpV5NNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CPLh0V7pGp4/s320/cj7-one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The scene where Dik fantasizes about 7 Zai having special power. Especially love the part where 7 zai built goodies for Dik in the school toilet. I love that lil cutesy acting all tough up when ransacking himself to find the best equipment. Its like Doraemon....but cuter! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165577948458726722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6_RxpV5NUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1pCzgl6j_5M/s320/f_22shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165510285543945442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6-UPJV5NOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2-WJNsfMRWY/s320/cj7-three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.When Ti discovers that his son is hiding 7 Zai and Dik insist that it was a borrowed toy from a friend at school. Dik keep insisting that 7 Zai is high tech stuff, causing Ti to think he's no longer educated enough to understand the current level of technology. This is like one of the only few scenes where Stephen Chow showed his humorous side....by pulling and bouncing 7 Zai around and wondering where is the battery compartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165570075783673106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6_KnZV5NRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6uHQe2IUho0/s320/cj7-movie-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The scene where 7 zai was asked to mimicked different expressions by the kids at school. 7 Zai was mimicked all the expression one portrays in different situation, eg. striking lottery, very happy, angry, sad...etc....etc....I've seen it done before by Stephen Chow and his cast in King of Comedy but to be able to generate a computer graphic to do it so well is incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165571085100987682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6_LiJV5NSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rmexiVZ7iKs/s320/cj7_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, superb computer graphics of 7 Zai that it is so detailed there is just so much personality and liveliness shown in every single expression it made. Not often you could see such cute graphics created in an Asian movie. And considering it's entirely done by an Asian production team, it is something to be proud of. But one thing is that the movie lacked storyline. It focused on computer graphics too much that it is actually a short story behind it. When I thought the movie is finally reaching its peak, it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably scream "I want a CJ7" right when the movie ends. Overall, its never to be missed if you are a Stephen Chow fan. Go watch the movie without any expectation though....that's what I did and end up having a good time. Its nothing near his 90s movies but after all, he's venturing into different roles now. Thumbs up for Stephen Chow's success in the production of the movie esp in creating such cute character in 7 Zai. But I will definitely miss those times when he focused more on acting besides production. Good for a laugh...... but don't expect to see the jokes done by Stephen Chow like those in the 90s. Remember, he is now mainly a producer and director, not an actor anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG....7 Zai is soooooooo cute! I want one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165510358558389490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6-UTZV5NPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yPkdwr_wNLQ/s320/cj7-two.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-7657464479092274246?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/7657464479092274246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=7657464479092274246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7657464479092274246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7657464479092274246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/cj7.html' title='CJ7 長江七號'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6-LyZV5NKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Bsr8eLdlxtg/s72-c/CJ7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-5831109976111414856</id><published>2008-02-06T14:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:38:17.387+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a dog&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>My Choppers...</title><content type='html'>After much debate between me, myself and I, I've finally put my hands down on getting Chops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164396884314247794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6ufmqivUnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SctCFhBh_qQ/s400/03022008090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept, woke up, slept again and woke up again.....feeling much sober, my brains functioning better. Too many reasons why Chops and not Faith...and it was a very impulsive act to drive 6 hours down to Albury and 6 hours back just to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even if I really do that 12 hours of journey, there isn't still guarantee I'll get her. I might be deemed unsuitable for Faith by her foster parent. And if this happened, we might be pressured by ourselves to adopt another one impulsively so as to not return empty-handed from our looooong journey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, say we get her, sign the papers, pay the adoption fee....drive back up to Sydney for the adoption 2 week trial period. What if then I realise she isn't suitable for us? Drive 12 hours to and fro again to return her? I'm not saying that it will happen, but its all 'buts' and 'ifs' here so I'm just thinking all the probabilities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are so many homeless dogs here in Sydney alone, why travel all the way to get one? Every rescue dog deserves a fair and equal chance to be rehomed, regardless of how they look. It's selfish that I travel that distance just because she looks better than most homeless dog in Sydney.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've seen Chops, knows she gets along with Roo....love her to bits....why give up on her because Faith looks better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart still stops everytime the sight of Faith's silly picture turns up in front of my eye. But I am sure she will get an even better home soon. She deserves to be the center of all attention and I believe she will get that in a better home....just not mine. That's all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm now just focusing on providing the best to make Chops feel like a princess in our home! Oh, Chops, I can't wait for you to come home! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-5831109976111414856?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5831109976111414856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5831109976111414856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5831109976111414856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5831109976111414856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-choppers.html' title='My Choppers...'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6ufmqivUnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SctCFhBh_qQ/s72-c/03022008090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-6070914627730169767</id><published>2008-02-05T08:47:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:38:17.388+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a dog&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>Having Faith in My Lambchops?</title><content type='html'>Chop Chopsss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6ePH6ivUiI/AAAAAAAAADc/EOY1BigsyIU/s1600-h/0lambchop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163252863940383266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6ePH6ivUiI/AAAAAAAAADc/EOY1BigsyIU/s200/0lambchop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Faith.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6ePCKivUhI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ll87-zC9QQg/s1600-h/faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163252765156135442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6ePCKivUhI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ll87-zC9QQg/s400/faith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are totally adorable and beyond comparison! However, as in the economics studies, its all about using our scarce resources to fulfill our unlimited wants. So, there is only one way....to choose either one! I've had a sneak peek on Choppers and she's adorable! Not in her most fabulous coat, but her personality shines through all her weakness. And she weighs a mere 3.0 kgs! Vibrant and energetic, this tiny Chop Chop will keep us all entertained for hours. She likes to play, gets along with Roo and most importantly she loves to cuddle up on your lap as well! I had so much fun visiting her last Sunday that I spent 1 and a half hours just watching them play! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I woke up this morning to find lovely Faith! So cute, so adorable I could almost grab her into my arms and squeeze her up! Need to call the rescuer....need to get to know her more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooo...both are soooo adorable! What am I gonna do....!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&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/553104098253766293-6070914627730169767?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/6070914627730169767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=6070914627730169767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/6070914627730169767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/6070914627730169767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/lambchop-for-faith.html' title='Having Faith in My Lambchops?'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6ePH6ivUiI/AAAAAAAAADc/EOY1BigsyIU/s72-c/0lambchop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-936180138599860046</id><published>2008-02-04T19:09:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:43:21.569+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebs'/><title type='text'>The Most Perfect Guy in the World.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:150;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;OH MY GOD! SO PERFECT, ITS DELICIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNn4C_EiaV8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNn4C_EiaV8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daniel is sooooooo perfect.....I want every piece of him!!! I looooong for Daniel Wu.....I love him! So, indeed my Monkey did the right choice....L'oreal Men Expert Hydra Energetic.....the product for 'cun' guysssss!! See, even Daniel uses it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter how tired you are, your face will never be!" -- Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank Dan, You made my day once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&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/553104098253766293-936180138599860046?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/936180138599860046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=936180138599860046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/936180138599860046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/936180138599860046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/most-perfect-guy-in-world.html' title='The Most Perfect Guy in the World.....'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-4006306253332141508</id><published>2008-02-04T15:24:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:42:57.506+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebs'/><title type='text'>Scandals, Scandals, Scandals!</title><content type='html'>Not a good start this Monday.....similar colour to my layout...BLACK! It's been dark and gloomy (yesss, darker than the Sweeney Todd movie) and it is predicted to last the whole week. How ironic! Its CNY week and its raining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about dark and gloomy, I think for Gillian Chung, Bobo Chan, Joey Yung &amp;amp; Cecilia Cheung, last 6 days might be stinker than the stinkiest public toilet in Malaysia. For those who haven't know (which is quite impossible judging that the most-ignorant-person-about-Hong Kong-Entertainment-News winner Edward knows as well), those gals are the latest to be caught in explicit sexual pictures with fellow 'friend' Edison Chen. But no, being an ethical blogger plus having an empathy for HK Entertainment industry, I will not post a single piece of those rauchy pictures up here, although I know smart people or horny people like you are sure to google that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect their privacy and right to be 'creative' when it comes to their activities in the bedroom but heck....there are points they have to learn from this incident:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are sending your computer to be fixed, take off those vast collection of porn you have in it, especially if you are the one featured in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a celeb, knowing how priceless a single pic of you could cost, should not allow anyone to do any form of recording when are you in 'that' situation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And if you really don't mind since you are used to being on camera, at least do a bit of WAXING to take off those unsightly hair on your... you-know-where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It looks like him, sounds like him and its 100% him! No denying and I hope they dun go about saying they will not confirm that its 100% themselves in the photos, unlike Mr. V K Lingam who is bloody hell wasting everyone's time and $$, but thats another story, totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless this Edison Chen scandal has marked itself as the BIGGEST sex scandal ever in Hong Kong film industry! Imagine, all so young, all so famous, all so rich! If you still cannot see how big it is (coz maybe you dun follow the developments of HK news), imagine seeing pictures of Justin Timberlake 'doing' Jessica Biel, Cameron Diaz AND Vanessa Hudgens! Thats how big it is! &lt;/p&gt;There was a big one as well in 2002, when East Magazine release pics of someone, bearing the resemblance of Carina Lau, looking absolutely distressed and naked. Apparently she had been kidnapped by the triad some time back and was raped and filmed. That was BIG enough, having 30 plus actors and actresses parading and demanding the magazine be put down. The magazine owner (which coincidently is the owner of EEG, the recording company which Gillian Chung and Joey Yung is in. Edison used to be in there as well) reluctantly closed down the magazine later, claiming it was as hard as killing his own flesh and blood. But this Edison Chen scandal was an even BIGGER one that Carina Lau's news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not opposing anything or supporting or condemning any side or anyone but it is indeed one BIG news and my condolences to those featured in the pictures......and I hope Nicholas Tse will stand by his current wife, Cecilia Cheung's side until the sun rises again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kudos for today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-4006306253332141508?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/4006306253332141508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=4006306253332141508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4006306253332141508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4006306253332141508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/02/scandals-scandals-scandals.html' title='Scandals, Scandals, Scandals!'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-5917856861898687883</id><published>2008-01-31T14:36:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:38:17.389+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a dog&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>Isabelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6FJYKivUgI/AAAAAAAAADM/-9sFMRGlhqU/s1600-h/isabelle+(288+x+420).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161487327439049218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6FJYKivUgI/AAAAAAAAADM/-9sFMRGlhqU/s400/isabelle+(288+x+420).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;UPDATE: I've just received a call from the foster parent saying she won't be releasing Isabelle to me because they have under estimated ur size. Apparently she is really emaciated now and is expected to gain more weight in the next few weeks. So she is more suited for a backyard rather than a apartment....I am extremely disappointed and sad rite now.....Take care Baby Bella, may you get a new 'mummy' who will love u to bits really really soon.....You'll be in my prayers.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, meet Isabelle! Well, frankly, I, myself, have yet to meet her but I was hoping when we do, she and Rooney will get along like two peas in a pod. I practically ransacked all animal shelter websites this whole week but couldn't seem to skim out the perfect one. It's practically like fetching a needle off the ocean, just like the chinese saying. I'm not the fussy one I must say. Or I have a high tolerance to how the munchkin must look like. Every dog seem cute and innocent to me but Ian wanted something thats like Mr. Roo.....long silky hair, maltese, young, cute (and his definition is a really strict CUTE look).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I have spotted out Elisa...a 2 year old female maltese that seem perfect to Ian's criteria...cute....check, young...check, maltese...check. But due to my almighty procrastination powers, she has been adopted late evening yesterday! How coincident! And the kind lady I spoke over the phone recommended Isabelle then....My heart felt hopeful at that time until I saw the pic....PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called up the foster 'mum' and had a fair bit of chat with her as well. Apparently Isabelle was found wandering the streets looking absolutely emaciated. She was been absolutely timid and will panic at basically everything....dogs, children, babies, human beings....you name it, she's scared of it. The foster 'mum' warned me that she will scream at absolute terror and will take some time to put her trust on someone or someplace again. So, it kinda tore my heart a bit upon listening to all this. I mean, look at her....she seem perfect. Why would someone left her off the street to die? I felt so sorry for her past. On the other side, I felt so eager to start back my role as a 'mother' again! Ever since Rooney turned 1 year old, he had been quite independent already. I missed those days when I used to get off the bed early to hand feed baby Roo, play with him, teach him new tricks and toilet training him. I had to say it was pretty tough but the results was worth it. It's been a while since the maternity instinct of mine rode off and all of a sudden, I can foresee myself back with it when baby Bella comes home with us (*fingers crossed*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the nod from my big boss so we will be off to see our future new baby Bella this Saturday. Coming along would be our lil Boss who will be the prime consideration towards this adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-5917856861898687883?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/5917856861898687883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=5917856861898687883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5917856861898687883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/5917856861898687883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/01/isabelle.html' title='Isabelle'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R6FJYKivUgI/AAAAAAAAADM/-9sFMRGlhqU/s72-c/isabelle+(288+x+420).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-787282872135642930</id><published>2008-01-30T09:01:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:39:08.746+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Sweeney Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R5-rF6ivUZI/AAAAAAAAACI/k-FRVkBEnbk/s1600-h/sweeney-todd-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161031816092537234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R5-rF6ivUZI/AAAAAAAAACI/k-FRVkBEnbk/s320/sweeney-todd-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word describes it all......WICKED! I won't wanna say much about the storyline...just as not to spoilt it all to those who have yet to watch the movie. But I must say the whole movie is surrounded by loads of dark humour....It's sooooo wicked, its hilarious. But the whole thing about the shave blade makes me reminisce those hairdressing days when we had to practise shaving using those exact same blade on a balloon. The trick is to shave the balloon without bursting it, akin to shaving a customer without cutting them. Just that the difference between the two is that Sweeney WANTS to slit his customers' throat off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim Burton's taste of gothic prevails through the monochromic serpia tones throughout the movie. When it was happier times (where Todd reminisce those times when he was Benjamin Barker, strolling along the streets with his wife), the scenes were filled with colours but when it comes to current times (being Todd's return with a vengence), the scenes are just dark and gloomy, further emphasize with the bruised-tone makeup on Depp's eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esp love the method he used to portray the evilness in Todd and Mrs. Lovett through the scenes where the two of them singing is reflected through a broken mirror in Todd's shop. The broken mirror reflects uneven surfaces so the face looks distorted and 'witchy'....perfect to replicate the iniquity in them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The casting of the movie is the cherry on top of the cake. Alan Rickman, famous for his role as Professor Snape in the Harry Potter series, plays the role of evil Judge Turpin. Also the guy playing Wormtail is back in this movie as yet another slave of the evil power, Beadle Bamford. Best cast had to be Depp and Helena Bonham Carter as Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett respectively. Both had the experience in playing dark characters such as Edward Scissorhand and Willy Wonka for Depp and Bellatrix Lestrange and voice as Emily in Corpse's Bride for Bonham Carter. Depp and Bonham Carter has proven to be favourites to Tim Burton having already appeared in a few movies directed by him previously. Maybe due to the gothic personality they portrayed in previous roles. Oh, and Sacha Baren Cohen.....the joker of the whole movie. Everyone laughed the moment he appeared as Pirelli at the marketplace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161045126196187570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R5-3MqivUbI/AAAAAAAAACY/3jNN6CwfLJk/s200/pretty+women.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy the scene where Todd sings "Pretty Women" along with Judge Turpin while preparing to 'shave' him. The different tone sang by the two is just so harmonious given that its two men singing....strong and powerful voice of Depp gives hatred while Rickman's melodious tone renders oblivion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161045121901220258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R5-3MaivUaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iJeeGTPqD24/s200/sweeneytoddpubd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another scene worth mentioning would be scene where Todd sings with Mrs. Lovett about who in the street worth butchering..."Have a little priest" is the song sung by them in that scene and according the Mrs. Lovett, the priest's meat is good for pies because of their sinless behaviour. Worth researching the lyrics to this song because its totally awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall the movie is just filled with hilarious dark humour! Must watch esp if you are a fan of Broadway musical dramas or a fan of the dark Johnny Depp. I am a fan of both so I just LOVED it! Must get the soundtrack too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-787282872135642930?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/787282872135642930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=787282872135642930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/787282872135642930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/787282872135642930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweeney-todd-demon-barber-of-fleet.html' title='Sweeney Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/R5-rF6ivUZI/AAAAAAAAACI/k-FRVkBEnbk/s72-c/sweeney-todd-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-2795874533213155119</id><published>2007-05-28T22:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:46:17.530+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 to 5'/><title type='text'>9-5 Office Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day I left hairdressing was the day I went into Julia Ross Human Resources in hope of seeking temporary office jobs which (*fingers crossed*) will eventually lead me to my permanent office job in the future. It's been like 2 weeks since I've been wif them and I can totally say I am sooooo satisfied with them!! The first week I was with them, they had already found me this temporary job with a conference-organising company doing data entry and making calls to update into the database. It was fun....and I was happy I am finally into 9-5 jobs...where ppl start work at 8:30 sharp in the morning, have 1 hour break whenever I wanted and say "Have a Nice Weekend..." once the clock strike 5:30....*sweet*. Since last year when I joined Shark Hotel till my days in hairdressing, I had to work at days when people were busy having fun like thursday nites (late nite shopping), friday &amp; saturday.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was totally different now that I am in office work....I work when people are working and have fun when people are too.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RlrddS2ZKgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NRh7M-w6f-Q/s1600-h/bond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RlrddS2ZKgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NRh7M-w6f-Q/s320/bond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069607825904839170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partial view from my office...imagine 180 degrees of sea view.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RlrdoC2ZKhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZVv9IsSPMbk/s1600-h/25052007550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RlrdoC2ZKhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZVv9IsSPMbk/s320/25052007550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069608010588432914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since that job ended last wednesday, immediately my agent called me and arrange a job in Miller's Point for the rest of the week....how efficient. It made me think for a while that there are so many opportunities out there....it kinda gave hope for me  and it kinda felt good after what happened with RAW.  And one more good thing was, I felt I was important and I was part of the company when I work in the office. Everyone is so nice to you and treated you as part of them. Miller's Point job was fantastic....imagine 10-5 work, office facing breath-taking sea view of Darling Harbour to Circular Quay,  kitchen with everything you need including a 42 in  flat screen TV and  a fridge full of beer,  sparkling mineral water, soft drink and juice that you can take anytime you want......And  at the end of the job, people actually appreciate the work you completed for them.....that is the best part....the feeling of accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday again....and when I did not get any call at 10:30 am, I assume there is no task for me...just as I was about to plan my unemployed day, another agent called me, telling me that she has arrange an interview for me with an international life insurance and financial services company in Australia Square. I met the agent at 2:30, went in the company for interview at 3:00 pm. Everything went smooth.....but one problem...they wanted people to start tomorrow but I told them I can't and wanted to start on Thursday instead. No....I'm not lazy, but I need to go to the airport to pick up my parent's friends who are here for holiday. I need not to do that, but out of courtesy and I am really really worried they might get lost, I decided to go meet them tomorrow n e way. I had organised their trip from the beginning and really wanted to help them up to the end. Say I am overly helpful or whatever, I dunno if I was too helpful that I'm dumb or I'm really nice for being helpful. I did not get back a call from my agent after the interview....meaning there is a chance that I did not get the job. Is it because I wasn't able to start immediately? Or because I really screwed the interview? I was quite confident when I left the office because I tot I had scored it....what was the problem then? Or will they call me back tomorrow instead? One thing I knew I screwed was the results of my data entry and typing test which I overly stated the figure. My agent had told me earlier that they wanted people with 10,000 ksph and my agent told me I had that speed. I was pretty sure I had only 7,000+ ksph but when the interviewer asked me about it, in the midst of really wanting the job, I told her I think I did 9,000 ksph but wasn't sure if that was the correct results and had told her to call my agent to confirm that. I know I lied but I really wanted the job. Maybe the interviewer called the agent and indeed realise I lied?? Gosh...i wasn't as worried before I slept just now....but now that I'm fully recharged and sober, I realise I'm so worried I had made the wrong decision....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I hope I get a good news tomorrow morning...meanwhile I'll keep my fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate issue, I took some funny pics of Rooney with his new toy, Froggy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/Rlrb8C2ZKdI/AAAAAAAAABc/LvzCI1y_qKk/s1600-h/28052007557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/Rlrb8C2ZKdI/AAAAAAAAABc/LvzCI1y_qKk/s320/28052007557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069606155162560978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interrupted playtime  for a pic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/Rlrbvi2ZKcI/AAAAAAAAABU/kC0chAcEm_E/s1600-h/28052007554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/Rlrbvi2ZKcI/AAAAAAAAABU/kC0chAcEm_E/s320/28052007554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069605940414196162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'll continue playing if you dun mind...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RlrcOS2ZKfI/AAAAAAAAABs/YCXd6imK-sU/s1600-h/28052007562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RlrcOS2ZKfI/AAAAAAAAABs/YCXd6imK-sU/s320/28052007562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069606468695173618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooney on his bed of TOYS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RlrcGC2ZKeI/AAAAAAAAABk/T295D0bP4Jo/s1600-h/28052007564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RlrcGC2ZKeI/AAAAAAAAABk/T295D0bP4Jo/s320/28052007564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069606326961252834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553104098253766293-2795874533213155119?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/2795874533213155119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=2795874533213155119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2795874533213155119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/2795874533213155119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2007/05/9-5-office-life.html' title='9-5 Office Life....'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RlrddS2ZKgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NRh7M-w6f-Q/s72-c/bond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-7291486341864737987</id><published>2007-05-15T18:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:13:08.471+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ing'/><title type='text'>Ahhhh.....*relieved*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up with a terrible headache today.....real terrible.....all the fault of too much Johnny Walker Black from the karaoke session last nite.....But it was all good...with me the little cry baby weeping all the way coz David and all will be leaving back for Malaysia for good. After this graduation week, everything will be back to normal....no more big gang karaoke-ing the nite away singing crappy songs like "Calcuta", no more "Tiger, Rabbit &amp; Snake" in big circle, no more watching David and Darren stoning from the effects of Sloncha, no more hearing Keeran sing k. sighhhh....thats the effect when everyone graduate and start working. I guess that's life...just that it's a bit more emo for me that I've been here long enuff to see people come and go. It's like Brenda, Zie &amp;amp; Van they all left, then Tui's batch graduated and then leave.....and now David and Darren gang leaving as well.....It seem like yesterday that I pick up David from the airport...seeing him so blur the first time he landed in Sydney...till last nite having the karaoke farewell party for him.....Goshhhh.....everyone's leaving....but then, I know it's just a norm in life so let's just hope that they'll come back and visit more often or pray that we'll get more chance to meet up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting this issue aside, I finally went back to RAW to resign yesterday evening. Too bad that David &amp;amp; Anthony is not around so I told them over the phone because they cannot stand the suspension behind my wanting to talk to them. David kinda like predicted that I'm resigning through the tone of my voice over the phone. I kinda just told them the incidents I have with Ash and told them it's childish and it doesn't suit me. They kinda was sad and disappointed that I'm leaving coz they really liked me. As I went back into RAW to pack my locker, I bumped into Shaun who was doing his portfolio and I told him everything about how I felt. It was then that Shaun told me that actually Ash has attitude problem and a few people has left because of her bad attitude. While packing, Anthony gave me a call.....he said he's willing to do everything he can to make me stay coz he thinks I'm talented and he wants to train me up. After everything, at the end of the story, it's kinda a relieve to me to realise that actually Anthony and David liked me so much that they so wish I stayed. So, realising that they need me more than I need the job kinda feels good. At least I know that I am good....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So RAW chapter is over in my life now....time to pull myself together and job hunt again!!!&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/553104098253766293-7291486341864737987?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/7291486341864737987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=7291486341864737987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7291486341864737987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/7291486341864737987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahhhhrelieved.html' title='Ahhhh.....*relieved*'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-4944287995601478127</id><published>2007-05-13T22:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:46:17.531+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 to 5'/><title type='text'>Bye-bye RAW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally after like 3 weeks of work, I've decided to give up my job as an apprentice hairdresser. It's been the most shittiest week of my life that I have called soooo many people to complain about it....that last night I just cried everything out and recalled what my boss, David, had said to me the day they offered me the job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always remember it's your choice that you wanna be here. It's your choice that you choose to work with us. In the future you might have days where you might feel shitty and feel like you wanna leave. At those moments, always remind yourself that it's your choice to be here....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've decided that I wanna exercise my right of making my choice: I don't even wanna be there one more day in my life...that I wanna quit right away. After making up my mind, I can seriously say that last nite I had the best sleep I ever had since I started working there.....I slept at 9 last nite and did not have nightmare the whole nite and only woke up at 11:30 this morning..feeling totally relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week itself, ever since I had been picked on at work, there have been 2 consecutive nites where I kept dreaming about things regarding to death. No...not I dream of myself wanting to die....I dream of buying paper made stuffs that you burn for the dead ones and seeing a gal dropping down a building....yesss...I know I sound scary here...but it kinda freaked me out a lil' when I woke up that few mornings.....And last nite....enuff was enuff....I will not tolerate one more day being with them because this is the first ever job that depressed me soooo much. Not only I made myself feel bad, I affected my parents too. My mum was soooo heart broken after hearing all the bad things my colleague did to me that she felt bad the whole time last nite.....I called her just now and told her my biggest Mother's Day pressie I could give here now is to quit the job and quit being mistreated by people there. I hope she felt more relieved right now....knowing her daughter at least still have some self-esteem to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right here, right now....I just wanna type everything out and totally get it outta my system. Sorry to those I called to bug and whine about it...and thanks for being such good listener as well.....I will blurt everything out here finally and say bye-bye to this nightmare.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My so-called team leader, Ash, hid my phone on friday because I kept my phone in the kitchen. I left it on silent mode and FYI, I realise some apprentice keeps their phone there as well so I tot it was alrite to do so. And not to say I will talk on the phone (like some of them) while working or constantly check my phone for missed calls or sms-es. I just kept there so that I need to go all the way to the 4th floor to my locker to get my phone during break time. So, at lunchtime, I walk in to the kitchen, opened the drawer, only to realise my phone went missing. I went totally ballistic and asked another senior about it. He just smiled and didn't answer my question of how i could get my phone back.....it drove me totally CRAZY! I finally found my phone back on the dining table, underneath some pile of capes. I mean, pls act like adults for God's sake. There is no need to hide my phone......just confront me or give me a warning letter or something. I'm no kid any more.....f*ck that biatch! And, even if you were to hide my phone, at least put it in a safe place like your locker or something. Not just leave it on the table....what if it goes missing? Are you gonna pay for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch time, she came up to me and say:&lt;br /&gt;       Ash: So, you found your phone back?&lt;br /&gt;       Me : Yes I have.&lt;br /&gt;       Ash: You are not suppose to keep your phone there. The next time I see it again, I will                   take it up to Anthony's office and you will get a warning letter, understand?&lt;br /&gt;       Me : Buttttt....(angry)....ahhh...forget it...just forget it....(wanted to tell her other people was doing the same and she should act like adults and not hiding phones like kids and if hide, at least hide it in a safe place...not leave it on the table or something....but realise I just lost the effort to fight back because I am way more matured than fighting back with retarded people)&lt;br /&gt;       Ash: But what? You seen other people doing it?&lt;br /&gt;       Me: Yessss....i've seen other people doing it and I tot it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;       Ash: No...it's not ok for you to do it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck her....you know what, the next day (Saturday), I found her phone there laying inside the drawer at the kitchen. I so wanted to just dump her phone into the bin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....the same day, after Ash confronted me about my phone which drove me absolutely nuts, Anthony came and ask me to the balcony because he wanted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to me.....and guess what the talk was about....he wasn't happy of my taking sick leave the day before. He said he cannot have me telling him i'm down with stomach cramp every month during my period days and that my sick leave had brought the business down. I told him it doesn't happen all the time but he just ask me to go see the doc and get some medication to stop the pain and get back to work. Again FYI, that day I took sick leave, another senior apprentice took a day off as well giving the excuse that his house keys were inside the car and the gf took the car key to work so he cannot lock the house, hence, cannot come to work. And he did not get that 'talk' I got from Anthony. I mean...pleassssseeeeee....whose excuse is more lame here? I'm just a junior with no chance of servicing a client while that senior have clients and when I don't turn up to work because I am sick, I'm being blame for bringing the business down while nothing happened to him???? Wat the hell!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most terrible one: I was walking down the stairs one evening and bump into Ash. She just pushed me hardly and shouted angrily at me, "Shut up!!" and ran up the stairs.....WTF!!!! I did not do anything to her and I got this!?!?!?!? Later I realise she was running up to the office to get the results whether she is in the FAME team or out (she joined this competition with her hair collection and IF she gets in, she will be travelling around the world doing hair)....but then, it's still not a good excuse to push me!! So....serve her right that she did not get into the team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit Ash! She is just such a sucker to Anthony and a bloody hell 'bodek' queen of all time.....Everyday in the salon, you'll always hear her calling, "Anthony, Anthonnyyyyy" here and there in a attentive, very 'teh' voice....YUCKSSSS!!! And when serving clients at the basin area, she just talks with them so loudly that it affects the peace of other clients....hate her man! Such a bitch that thinks she is hella great because she puts in sooo much effort in doing hairdressing and that she thinks she is a celebrity or something.  She is just a bodek queen that sucked up so much on Anthony and backstab almost everyone as far as I have noticed during my 3 week work there. Never admits her mistake and puts the blame on her juniors when things go wrong! Team leader attitude that is!?!??!! PUITTT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many other things happened as well that I just don't wanna mention anymore. It's simply heartbreaking that I'd rather forget about it. Not to say I cannot tolerate being a junior there, but the fact I'm doing lots of cleaning around the salon and Anthony's private stuffs instead of hairdressing and still need to be picked on by evil seniors that hurt me. I went in with so much expectation only to realise that every single expectation was a disappointment. I entered a prestigious salon because I wanted to learn their way of hairdressing and make it big. But all I have got is...entering a big salon means cleaning every single part of the salon including your bosses' toilet and taking care of his pooches' pee and poo while all I got at the end of the day is....nothing.  Amanda always warn me "Better clean the toilets properly because Anthony is very particular about the toilet." I would like to say here that if you are so particular about your toilet, clean them yourself. It's your private home use toilet anyway and it's already an extra when the apprentice cleans it for you....so dun ask for more! If you want it your way, you do it YOUR way YOURSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm determined to call David tomorrow and go back to the salon, pack my belongings, hand back my locker keys and say Bye-bye! I really wanted to at least work next week for them as well since Emily will be away for holiday and they will be in need of people but I'm sorry that I cannot bring my self-esteem to go back there and get all those treatment from them again. I'm sick of being pushed around by young gals who think they are big shots. Even seeing their logo now make me wanna puke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....BYE BYE RAW! RAW is WAR? I say RAW is SORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S....Thanks for everyone who helped me pulled through this bad week...thanks Edward and Cynthia for being such good listener whenever I needed to talk.....and soooo sorry that I broke my parents' heart with all those incidents.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&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/553104098253766293-4944287995601478127?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/4944287995601478127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=4944287995601478127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4944287995601478127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/4944287995601478127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2007/05/bye-bye-raw.html' title='Bye-bye RAW'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-8070336793733373178</id><published>2007-04-28T21:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:13:08.472+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ing'/><title type='text'>Glamourous vs. Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember those times you wished so badly that you can go into glamorous parties filled with celebs, DJs, fashion designers and magazine editors? How nice it would be to land a job like the one in "The Devil Wears Prada"? Well, I guess that would resemble what I had been through this whole week of trial in the salon, minus the devilish boss because my bosses are really nice people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to close early on Thursday night because our team had to go in to the Hilton Hotel to do hair for VIPs in preparation of the launch of the Fashion TV and the Red Ribbon event. It was exciting the moment I stepped into the makeup and hair room because it were just mirrors with light bulb all around it, just like those you see in celeb dressing rooms. And there were team from Napoleon Perdis and us doing the hair and the make up. Cameras were rolling to film all the actions and to interview my boss and everything was just moving so fast that people just come in and out of the room. We finished at about 7 and that's when I started to help pack up the stuffs and wheel the bags outta the hotel, thinking that finally I'm done for the day. The next thing I know, I was in a BMW, being chauffeured to the Sydney Opera House and people opening the door welcoming you and then being led to the forecourt where the main event was there. Bright lights were all over the place while camera lights were flashing all the way.....and the next thing I realise was that we were walking in the red carpet of the Fashion TV launch....amazing.....the red carpet had crystals laying on both sides of it and it was sparkling by the reflects of the spotlight and camera flashlights....Inside the room were celebs, models, fashion designers, editors......Everybody was greeting everybody with warm smiles, hugs and kisses. I felt kinda lost actually....but how can I ever resist the free flows of cocktails, beers and finger food such as smoked salmon, fresh oysters and lamb shanks which was being served around the room. It was just soooooo damn amazing to be there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, behind all those glamour were the sense of loneliness I felt inside me. I mean I felt really good to be there....but it's kinda lost that I really I can't clique in with the 3 of my colleague who was there. Not only they had their own conversation, they were such a sucker to the point that they wanted me to go and ask the celebs for cigarette....because they themselves were too ashamed to do so. Hell I did NOT do it....a straight NO into their face, man! And the next thing that happened was this colleague of mine kept bumping into me the whole time, causing my Cosmopolitan to keep spilling......it seriously wasn't my fault but because they know each other better than they know me, the other colleague like sarcastically told me to be careful because I was there representing our salon and then...seriously...they just walked off on me......Fuck I felt soooo lost in the middle of all the glamour and flashlights. I left early after that to go home. I had a really good experience that nite but the attitude my colleagues showed me made me felt a bit shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall my experience throughout the week was indeed eye-opening! You never know just who might come in to get their hair done...its when you do the shampooing for them and as you chat on that you might realise they are top radio DJs, music producers or models. It's also kinda weird for me coz I really dun know well about these people because I hardly pay attention to aussie celebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the passes the salon always got were cool as well. Only last week they all got free tickets to go to the Beyonce concert at Homebush Bay and the tickets were like the second row from the front! How cool was that!??!?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;And, during our staff meeting that I realise that our salon had backstage passes to the MTV Music Awards happening this Sunday. Our boss is actually doing Nicole Richie's hair for the night......we just need to let them know if we are interested to go.....but of course I didn't......read on to find out why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lost part behind all the glamour...&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to go to the awards but given that I had worked with them this whole week....I just need a break off my colleagues over the weekend. It's nice and interesting job there but not getting along with my colleague really really makes me feel shitty at times....because they had been working with each other for at least 2 years and with me coming in suddenly and being the only Asian there who doesn't smoke...it seem that we had nothing in common with each other. The way we talk, the subject we discuss, the things we find funny are totally different. I had been having doubts about this job the whole time I was there....it's certainly a rare opportunity that not everyone gets....but the feeling of isolation sometimes comes up so strong that it kinda overcome the excitement you get from the job. I mean it's ok if this is going to be short term...but from what I feel, it's just gonna be a permanent thingy coz it's not only that I am new, but the bond they have is just so strong and I'm so different from them. There are times I kinda feel that I should just start smoking so that I can take ciggie breaks with them and get the chance to talk informally with them or just at least have something in common with them. I know its kinda silly and trust me...I myself felt crazy that I am actually thinking such absurd things! And moreover, with the pay I am getting now, I can barely even cover my living expenses.....how to spend unnecessary money on cigarette when I am bringing in my own lunch so that I can save $$ from eating outside.The thing is, I always felt that way whenever I am halfway through work or during work....but when I reflect back when I get home...it's overall an interesting job that I'd be crazy to let go just because of such silly thing! And, another reason why I am hanging on is also because of my super duper nice boss, David. He is such interesting person that it seem he is the only one I can talk and laugh to without any hesitation or uncomfortable-ness. He definitely knows how to motivate his staffs and really go all the way to make sure we are comfortable. The nite we went to Hilton, even before we started work he already was afraid that we were gonna be hungry that he actually went out to buy us heaps of sushi and upon returning, he realise the hotel only had plain water for us that he went out to buy us not only one choice of softdrink but 3! I mean, how nice was that!!! And today at work, he got us all pizzas in case we were hungry....He is definitely the best boss I had ever had. I seriously respect him for the person he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....the conclusion is...my job is superb, my bosses are super nice....but shitty relationship with colleagues...I guess there's 2 good point compared to the BIG 1 bad point.....so I accepted the job offer last nite and I am now a CONFIRMED FULL TIME there.....I'll give it a go and see how things will unfold for me......till then, I really am starting to feel like the gal in 'The Devil Wears Prada'.....coz I am so unfamiliar with faces and the culture of this different world where smiles might be fake and praises might just be a lie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world of fashion and glamour.....&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/553104098253766293-8070336793733373178?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/8070336793733373178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=8070336793733373178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/8070336793733373178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/8070336793733373178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2007/04/glamour-vs-loneliness.html' title='Glamourous vs. Loneliness'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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-553104098253766293.post-3500629196939679891</id><published>2007-04-25T21:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:47:41.705+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>The New Exercise Machine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just found out something interesting today. Not only it's fun, it can also help you work out and is a good form of exercise to those lazy couch potato who wouldn't like or couldn't afford to join the gym.  This amazing 'machine' I meant was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(drums rolling.....)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAH DAH......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/Ri9Pw5o5adI/AAAAAAAAABM/JFwyYiGooBY/s1600-h/wii_right1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/Ri9Pw5o5adI/AAAAAAAAABM/JFwyYiGooBY/s320/wii_right1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057348608085027282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The new Nintendo Wii!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes with a games pack which includes games of tennis, baseball, golf, bowling and the most intensive of all....boxing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Edward's house today for a house call of haircutting session and realise a whole new world behind Edwin's room. He had the Wii and just a simple game of bowling got me addicted to the console that I wanted to impulsively rush to East Gardens Westfield and grab one home! Bowling wasn't really making us sweat but boxing was!! Edward and I played with the nunchuk attached to the controller and box into the air so hard that after like 2 rounds, we were so dead tired and was sweating like a pig! Edward beat me to KO for all 2 games and realising that I sucked in it, I handed the controller over to Yien Von who was known as the 'unbeatable' in Edward's home. And yessss did she beat the hell outta Edward. After like 2 games with Von, Edward's controller was like filled with his hand sweat.....eeewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played from like 2 something all the way till 6-ish and went home all tired and happy. But I was glad that the mall closed at 5 and by the time Tui finish cutting all their hair, it was already 4:45 and we couldn't go to the mall. Yesssss, it is good exercise and I love it sooo much compared to all other consoles but as I came home and did the research, $400 only includes the console, the controller and the 5 games I mentioned. And, impossible that I would only have 1 controller, rite? And adding it cost $70 each. And in order to play boxing which we use both hands, I'll have to add on the nunchuks for each controller....and it cost like $30 each. Plus, the controllers are all battery operated,which means I will need consistant supply of battery. Original games of Wii cost like $90 according to Edwin. Means, if I had bought the Wii for $400 today, it will incur me other expenditure in adding on other accessories which will end up costing like $500 plus! And IF i had rush to the mall today and then realise all these, I would still end up buying it because I had made all the way there and would be impulsive enough to think that $500 is worth spending on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, now that I am back home, cooked dinner, ate and showered, I realise my right hand muscle hurt sooo much that I'm worried it will affect my work tomorrow. It seem like I had did extensive exercise the whole Anzac Day that I feel so tired and sore. And it also make me realise that women not only are impulsive when it comes to fashion items, they are too when it comes to games console. It is so addictive and fun at that moment that I would trade anything to have that. Moreover, one more thing that made Wii fun was the company we had. It wouldn't be as much fun if I was home alone playing it with Tui only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....after all, it was indeed FUN and I do wish I own one.....but not after I realise that I would have to invest on other games and accessories which have no resale value! Having the accounting genes flowing inside me and knowing that my job earns me peanuts now, it's just not for me after all......I'll have to get cheaper alternative of going to the gym....i.e. going walking with little Rooney more often or run more stairs at RAW......+(&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/553104098253766293-3500629196939679891?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/3500629196939679891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=3500629196939679891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/3500629196939679891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/3500629196939679891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-exercise-machine.html' title='The New Exercise Machine...'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/Ri9Pw5o5adI/AAAAAAAAABM/JFwyYiGooBY/s72-c/wii_right1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-6820398645389828261</id><published>2007-04-20T19:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:34:39.796+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party Party'/><title type='text'>'Lunch' at Manly Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up at 12.00 noon today....thinking that it will be a boring day as usual, I dragged myself up to brush my teeth. As I was about to leave my room, my hp rang.....it was Edward, asking if I would like to go to Manly for lunch....he had to like repeat a few times in order for me to understand that....(that was how sick n blur I was). I told him I needed half an hour to prepare myself. Happy that there was plans for the day...I hoped into the shower only to realise that there is NO hot water! Damn! Had to go boil water to shower.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, I was in Edward's car....we drove to the city to pick Cynthia up and....straight to Manly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose this corner cafe for lunch....which we were attracted to it because of the HUGE variety of cakes there were in there....I had a fettucini bosciaola which I couldn't even finish. I guess my appetite has shrink since I had been sick for the last 2 days....we were so stuffed after that that we cannot stuff in the cakes anymore. So we decided to go for a walk at the beach and then come back for the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiiUQVfAATI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Zu-4qR4JPs/s1600-h/20042007513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiiUQVfAATI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Zu-4qR4JPs/s320/20042007513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055453590089367858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiiUXlfAAUI/AAAAAAAAABE/JqXKgYpEijc/s1600-h/20042007514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiiUXlfAAUI/AAAAAAAAABE/JqXKgYpEijc/s320/20042007514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055453714643419458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geeeeezzzzz...the beach was soooo nice that we all realise a walk isn't gonna satisfy us today....So, after some silly pictures we took off our camera phones (yesss...no one actually brought a camera) and then decided.....we need to run down the ocean and crash the waves!!!!!......But WAIT! Being rational, we realise we needed clothings......and being gals, Cynthia remembered the surf shop across the road was having 70% off sales! Yessss.....that is EXACTLY wat we need......we hurried there.....each chose a bikini (I tried on like 8 before finally settling down on one that I guess will not float away easily when being face-to-face with the wave.....) And damn the sales was really really cheap!!! However, Edward wasn't that lucky at all when he realise that clothes aren't really cheap for him....but he bought a surf pants which he and we liked very much...worth it seriously!....we hurriedly paid....rush to buy towel, went back to the car to put our bags....then rush to the toilet...get changed.....and ran straight into the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...too bad we had to keep our phones in the car so no photos were taken of us crashing the wave.....but then, as usual, the scary-chick me was terrified by the waves. It wasn't my first time but then as always I got sooo scared. Plus, the seawater at Manly was soooo freaking saltish that each taste of it was yucky! Cynthia and Edward held my hands as we went deeper into the sea....goshhhh...it was SCARY! My feet couldn't even touch the ground at times and when the wave hits, it make u feel like u are miles away from the ground. And there are also times the wave hits u so badly u just hit the ground hard and bruise urself. Everytime I met with a BIG wave.....and when I feel insecure and my feet is sorta like miles off the ground, I blurt out this chirping sound....hell I dunno why but its sorta like my language when I am in a situation where I cannot blurt out normal words. I chirped all the way and I guess if other ppl could hear it, they might have thought it was a chicken getting drowned or something....embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trembling from cold (serious trembling tat I turned green).....by the time we left the water. We changed and headed back to the car to get our stuff before heading back to the cafe for cakes!! kekekekke.......goshhh....a peep at the mirror and I realise all my makeup was gone and my hair gel has melted freaked me out! I look soooo pale....esp that I was soooo freaking cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the cafe....had like 3 cakes and I had a hot chocolate....and that was the best time ever. It was for once I felt like I was away on holiday and that I could now just walk back to the hotel room and sleep till dinnertime or something....I felt sooo free and relaxed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crapped all the way back to the city after a looooong tiring day....but indeed it was such a fun one that this 'lunch' at Manly beach was the coolest, most random and relaxed thing I have ever done in the past year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Guys for a Lovely Day!!!&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/553104098253766293-6820398645389828261?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/6820398645389828261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=6820398645389828261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/6820398645389828261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/6820398645389828261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2007/04/lunch-at-manly-beach.html' title='&apos;Lunch&apos; at Manly Beach'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiiUQVfAATI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Zu-4qR4JPs/s72-c/20042007513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-9107242491807886881</id><published>2007-04-17T15:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:46:17.531+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 to 5'/><title type='text'>RAW.......is WAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This would be the BIGGEST OMG of the week....Anthony Nader, winner of the Australian Hairdresser of the Year 2006 just called me, and the best thing is....he offered me a tryout in his salon in Darlinghurst for a week! OMG, OMG,OMG....i was soooo happy when my phone rang and then a sleek voice sounded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi,is this Nicola? This is Anthony Nader calling from RAW...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to jump up and down the moment I hear his voice. I've finally scored it! After like 3 weeks unemployed, I scored myself a job....not just an average job, it's the job with the best in town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who might not know Anthony, let me introduce to you my new boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/FWUYI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiRoNcG0c6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nsrDW1cNkcc/s1600-h/nader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiRoNcG0c6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nsrDW1cNkcc/s320/nader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054279261908923298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anthony Nader is the winner of the Australian Hairdresser of the Year 2006 and most recently the Best Hairdresser in NSW. His famous clientele includes Cate Blanchett, Hugh Jackman, Jackie O, Sonia Kruger and Tom Williams. Besides doing celebrities' hair, he is also frequently involved in magazine shoots and TV programs like the Australian Next Top Model as well as fashion shows like the Mercedes Fashion Week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His salon, RAW Anthony Nader, is located at 30 Burton Street, Darlinghurst (Few shops down The Gaff Bar). It's a 4 level salon and the best level is the basement, with dimmed lights and tranquil music playing. It's the basin area where clients get their hair washed while sitting on a heated massaging chair....how brilliant! Besides, he also has his own product line, RAW which smells sooo good and can be purchased at an affordable price of only $12.95 for the shampoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its like the dark cloud over my head is beginning to fade right now....and not only that, I guess I need to really pull myself together to build myself inside the team as it is rough inside there with heaps of training and presentation. I just told my mum the other day that IF i got the job in there, they have presentation every 9 weeks which requires me to bring in my own model and do their hair in front of the panel of judges....it makes me feel like I'm in Project Runway or something. So, I really need to poison of the lazy worm inside me and plan my future. God has already gave me a pathway and its up to me to decide if I wanna walk it over no matter how rough the road can be while making a few falls along the way or be like what I like to do in the past....quit when its getting too rough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna really do my best now since I'm being given the best opportunity of a lifetime.....meantime, I'll give my lazy worm a final break for these few days before I poison him away from my system after that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/553104098253766293-9107242491807886881?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/9107242491807886881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=9107242491807886881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/9107242491807886881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/9107242491807886881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2007/04/rawis-war.html' title='RAW.......is WAR'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiRoNcG0c6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nsrDW1cNkcc/s72-c/nader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553104098253766293.post-609110432031878752</id><published>2007-04-15T19:17:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:49:23.947+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shop Shop Shop..and Fashion'/><title type='text'>The Mutation of a Shopaholic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goshhhh....I've been spending a fortune recently...despite the fact that I'm currently jobless (which means no income). At this time when it is important to save and only focus on necessity, I've been allowing myself to go on endless shopping trips. To make things worst, I've recently discovered a whole new way to shop....WAREHOUSE!! And it all started from the day I move in to Alexandria. Moving house has cost us like a fortune since we need to break our lease and then pay for all the relocation costs....and just when we tot suburbia life will spend less money...it proved wrong!! arghhhh...just look at all the warehouses here....i walked down to Sydney Park Rd the other day with the aim of going to the agent's but end up discovering the other exciting part of Alexandria. And a supposedly 1 hour trip took me like 4 hours in the end....I discovered Bay Swiss warehouse, Victoria Basement, Levi's warehouse, Sea Folly warehouse, handbags, clothing and Event's.....OMG! How can I resist it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First...I went in to Bayswiss, thinking, "I need something nice for my balcony...let's see if we can find something nice..." and lucky me I did not find anything expensive! Just as I tot the shopping devil can no longer exist as I walk home through Euston Rd...i bumped into Levi's warehouse...i swear that i just went in to peep, without the intention of buying anything. But then, the staff there wouldn't let me exit at the entrance and hence, I had to walk all the way down the warehouse to the exit...that's when i saw how cheap it was!!! Everything was already reduced and on top of that, the staff told me that everything is still another 40% off!!! OMG...how can i resist it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ended up with this lovely piece by Ben Sherman....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiReXMG0c3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1-YCp37tEpA/s1600-h/17042007504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiReXMG0c3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1-YCp37tEpA/s320/17042007504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054268434296370034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pair of black Levi's for my baby to wear it to work....cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a separate occasion, I went out to Pitt St. Mall on the Easter Sunday to accompany Cynthia buy her accessories for that nite's dance party. We went there only to realise that all shops are closed due to Easter and that the only one open was Myer's...and the dangerous part was....they were having their Easter SALE! Damn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I go...leaving the store with my new baby.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiRercG0c4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5_8Lwx1wdsk/s1600-h/17042007507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiRercG0c4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5_8Lwx1wdsk/s320/17042007507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054268782188721026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a custom that I set for myself that I always needed a new pair of boots for every winter and I guess this year isn't gonna change at all despite I'm running low on cash....Lucky we were rushing to watch the basketball match at Sydney Uni Aquatic Centre...if not, I would have bought another pair which I adore much as well. It's an ankle boots which is sooo hot this season but it had no heels...so it's gonna be tough to match with my wardrobe so I had to gave up on it...but nevertheless, I'm happy with the one I bought...cute, yet classy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...another blow....yesterday. Was suppose to go to KMart at Broadway to buy some household stuff and then realise that Target is opened! So, we went all the way to Target...just to have a peek...It was a waste that the Stella MacCartney range has ran outta my size so I din bother seeing it. So I walked ard and as I was thinkin that i will end up not buying anything, I saw this cute little baby at the corner....OMG....this winter's must have...ANORAK! In checkered design! I've been looking for a decent one for ages and finally it met my eyes!! And when I check, the smallest is a size 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiRe98G0c5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zD9Urm2gejk/s1600-h/17042007505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiRe98G0c5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zD9Urm2gejk/s320/17042007505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054269100016300946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm....its ok, I'll just try it on and see how i go with it...definitely too big for me...but it doesn't cost to try...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it on and amazingly the size 10 is a unusual size 10...it appeared smaller...something like in between a normal size 8 and 10....so it FITTED!! And mama ain't gonna let this lil baby slip off my hands...and ended up buying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it goesssss....i hope i can overcome my shopaholic syndrome soon or there's gonna be a hole in my bank account soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/553104098253766293-609110432031878752?l=fyil12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/feeds/609110432031878752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553104098253766293&amp;postID=609110432031878752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/609110432031878752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553104098253766293/posts/default/609110432031878752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyil12.blogspot.com/2007/04/mutation-of-shopaholic.html' title='The Mutation of a Shopaholic...'/><author><name>Bachelorette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853869854944726095</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/_qvLHzoc-YAo/RiReXMG0c3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1-YCp37tEpA/s72-c/17042007504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
