<?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-29517953</id><updated>2011-08-02T08:26:14.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: genie in the bottle ::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-6552437069570735084</id><published>2008-10-09T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:11:49.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyone. im this useless fella who run away from stress and relaxing her own buttock off at her hometown, sleeping more than usual, watching tvs, onlining, etc, while you all strive badly to finish ur paper. in less than 6hours, all of u all shall be lifted from de curse while i still have to deal with it in 3 more weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not de kind of person who get scared of exam. im really not.. maybe i shud say i WAS not. maybe now i am. i know it is exam only. why should i get so paranoid, stressed out for? take de test and measure ur capability. even my dad is incredulous like after so long studying, like since primary to secondary til now in college, i suddenly get this weird illness. but, he also say, "Dont read until ur wire inside there short and haywired. those who study until bonker are the most stupidest. you gone bonker and no more life for u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cant study jiu dun study lo. fail then retake lo," he says. he proceed telling me alot of his failure story. like how his english failed 3times and if he failed somemore on his final year then cant graduate. so his professor took pity and let him pass. haha.. it really cheered me up. but i guess im not that bad la. just insuffiecient sleep thus headaches migraines only cant study de.. im nana le! wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, all i want to say is thanks for all ur concern. all those smses and calls make me cry n cry and touchie. i have so many lovely friends who cry with me over calls. too bad u cant cant sleep with me ;p CHOIIII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wan to say this to myself:&lt;br /&gt;forget all about the past three papers. you're now back in hometown. relax and study for ur microp! :) its ur last paper, if u dun count moral. hahahha. cheers! i love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: meiyan's friend, i tried ur method last semester final and it didnt work. haha.. it just make me more wakeful and my mind more energetic. but thanks for ur concern anyway. appreciate lots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: i cant imagine how i didnt update my blog for so long then when i suddenly blogged again, i got replies Oo you all always check is it? i such a disappointed blogger. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-6552437069570735084?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6552437069570735084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6552437069570735084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6552437069570735084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6552437069570735084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-6681441063079459729</id><published>2008-10-08T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:53:35.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im goin to take mc for my tomoro paper. there's no way i can churn out any answer with less than 3hours of proper sleep within 48hours -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god pls save me :( i wan to cry... so badly.. why do i have to deal with this??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-6681441063079459729?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6681441063079459729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6681441063079459729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6681441063079459729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6681441063079459729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-goin-to-take-mc-for-my-tomoro-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-770949612491254456</id><published>2008-10-07T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:28:09.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what? i cant sleep the whole night last night. right after i finish blogging, i cant sleep. i cant sleep. i cant sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even after 1 and a half flu pill!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking cant sleep til morning 9am. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been trying to sleep for a whooping 9hours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos i blogged about it and make it like so final. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can sleep. i can sleep. i can sleep. i can sleep. i can sleep. sleep come to me. i hate insomnia. hate it so much but there is nothing i can do. i hope there's a switch somewhere in my body where i can just turn off and sleep drop dead. hooooooooooooooow i wish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-770949612491254456?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/770949612491254456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=770949612491254456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/770949612491254456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/770949612491254456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-what-i-cant-sleep-whole-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-2940611160603693799</id><published>2008-10-07T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:37:16.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the much hated exam season again. i just had my first paper this afternoon. the night before i was so stressed out i could not understand anything i read. that is really.... how to say. i had been through alot of stressed out period. but normally i treat the stress thing as a source to make myself study harder and get better grades. and as i slowly read and understand more, i noe this sounds weird, but i gained a sense of satisfaction and this will boost my confidence. and i get engrossed to the study material and forgot all about the unproductive stress. but now? i dunno.. i cant seem to get my old me back. i miss my old self.. the one who turns stress into substantial motivation and would try her very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to concentrate. once a while i'll be happy to find myself engrossed and yay! i am back to being me. awhile later..i found myself having headaches and thinking profusely about the load of stuff i haven read and touch. and make myself all unhappy, stress, and mind swaying, concentrating less and head pain heart pain :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worst of all. imsomniac. my last final was hell. i cant seem to forget the period and it seems to be haunting me. maybe its really me myself thinking too much. maybe it is the stress. i dunno why.. i cant sleep during exam period. last time, it was only the day before any paper. now..its like some day yes some day no. and thinking whether i can fall asleep tonight to get my needed sleep in order to read more tomoro is making me even more stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is this so? am i getting older? i cant take more? like how they say younger people have better learning capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this one night i was so tired. like so so tired. and the weather is super good. i cant sleep the whole fucking night! i listen to the rain pitter patter. then the lightning came, followed by thunders. and when all subside, I AM STILL FUCKING AWAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not i didnt try. i tried! like fuck i tried. this trying thing is even more emotional drain then reading my exam. want to sleep but cant sleep. who can take that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that night i get some sleepy flu pills. to pull me through night like does.. and i just had half a pill. and waiting the effect to come take me to slumberland. and i cant effort to wake mr.v up everytime i cant sleep. that would be so unfair and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe its the same drama. i hate it. i just need a place to drain out all this rubbish. nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-2940611160603693799?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/2940611160603693799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=2940611160603693799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2940611160603693799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2940611160603693799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-much-hated-exam-season-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-8025871381689968530</id><published>2008-08-29T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:23:18.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the R.AGE article&lt;/strong&gt; that i had been harping on some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for memory keepsake in case i formatted my laptop or anything. have a read :) and i have a question to ask towards the end. this blog is getting dead. i need some response. from both readers and ... the blog owner herself ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make-Up or is it makeup?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start, let me clarify that I do not insist all girls should wear make up to campus. Instead, what I am trying to say here is, if this one girl prefers to slap on powder on her face les no au naturale, then it is not anybody’s business to reprimand her for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like dressing and manners, it is our human right to choose the way to present ourselves. This shows our individuality and that no two human beings are the same. People tend to have this bias perceptive that girls who make up are attention-whores. Even before she speaks or do anything, they assume she is an airheaded bimbo. How is that fair? It is like judging a book by its cover and that is just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On campus, many male counterparts express their dislike on make ups. They could not understand why is there a need to draw black eyeliner to enlarge one eyes or swipe on blusher to give that healthy rosy cheek look. It is just class. Students go to classes to attend lectures and gain knowledge. What they forget is that, classes are also a place to socialize. Some girls like to present themselves as the old-school nerd with black-framed spectacles and all. But other girls prefer the wondrous effect of make ups that can cover all flaws to their last freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this famous saying going like this. No woman is born ugly, only those who are lazy and could not be bothered are. Let’s see, single eye-lid? One can easily buy double eye-lid tape and problem solved. Listless eyes? A swipe of mascara and the eyes instantly shine. Add on false eyelashes and you get the dramatic effect. Girls of the new generation are no more constrained by their flaws or plain look! Well, maybe their make up skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is the hoo-ha on all things natural. Well, if you look like Jessica Alba without any make up on, then congratulations! But for those other unfortunate girls who had a nose too flat, a freckle too much; make up is the best solution for them. It covers the flaw and without the flaw blinding everyone’s vision, any girls can instantly gained the confidence of Mount Everest. We all know how important confidence is to any individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not wrong for a girl to want to prettify herself and look presentable. Those people who talks and criticizes behind her back are just sour grapes who could not stand the sight of prettier being. They are emotionally insecure of themselves but could not care less to make an effort. One thing for sure, make up is not as easy as it looks. It requires skills and patience to get the best outcome. I would go as far to say these girls are very hardworking. One is required to wake up half to one hour earlier everyday just to look good for classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s more when female students have formal events or presentations to go to at campus; make up is a must! It is considered a manner to wipe on at least some lip gloss/ lipstick to cover the chapped lips and to add colours to sleepy faces. Furthermore, there is the transition from teenagers to womanhood. Undergraduates can already be considered adults and this make up business is just a matter of time before they step out into the working world. University life is all about preparing students for the real world, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I say make up is necessary though not compulsory on campus. But as females, we would not like to be the left-out ugly ducklings. So pick up your brush and you might see make up in a different light altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///the above article is written by me without editting/altering by anyone whatsoever. the published article in R.AGE was so heavily editted i dunno where's de main point anymore -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so my question now. can anyone give me any advice shud i start using foundation on my face? hahahah very bimbotic question but my conflicting self cant answer my own question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always look at those perfectly makeup ppl with awe, then croon and wish i had the same look..... but i seem to be getting the reverse effect everytime i put on paints on my face *cry* i wanted to try mineral foundations but i scare i got tired of it after a while/get comments on how uglier i look and waste money again *double cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is life so hard. imma so tired bedtime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-8025871381689968530?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/8025871381689968530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=8025871381689968530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8025871381689968530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8025871381689968530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/08/r.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-6209327785502230065</id><published>2008-08-14T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:30:21.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i *noe* i would do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having the same colour, almost identical toner and make-remover is WRONG wrong wrong. whenever i soak up the cotton pad with toner, i will stop for a second. just a second. and see, hey, i use the correct liquid. imagine if i wipe make up remover all over my face after i had just clean it. and pat myself clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, just now, or shud i say just. while i was reading blogs and wanted to remove eye makeups, i soaked up the cotton pad with my toner. n without even thinking for a second there i pat on my eyes and piercing pain ouch and run go water tap to wash it off. =.= i just noe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more =.= and mlm annd __^__ wtf ftw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos my electromagnetic theory lecturer is sick. so sick he cant wait to see all of us fail his subject. so sick he tricked us. so so so sick he came out bloody difficult question even other lecturers proclaimed earlier we dun even need to study. cos it will be damn hard. like wtf? haven exam OWN lecturer telling you there's no use even if u study. wtf wtf wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole one hour taking the paper i went wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first word i said after the paper passed up is W.T.F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-6209327785502230065?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6209327785502230065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6209327785502230065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6209327785502230065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6209327785502230065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-noe-i-would-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-236117158840015239</id><published>2008-08-04T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:10:23.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jumble of nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..its been a long time :) again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, alot had happened!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tests, moral social works, studies, awkward happenings, online shopping spree, the R:AGE article, the disappointment, Sushi King extreme, and i cant think of any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tests. yeah..boring stuff. nobody wanna know what test i had or what im goin to face after my midterm break. and nobody will care im gonna be having exams three consecutive Fridays once my midterm break ends. and nobody care i dun understand even half of what the lecturers been rambling on the past eight weeks. omg has eight weeks already past???? like its just yesterday it seems july and now its aug. the national day! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was broke. note the past tense. HAHA after my trip back to bp i get err sufficient amount of money to financially aid me. hahaha. anyway, i withdrawn RM600 just from atm in July. i keep those atm receipts and get severe heartache and heart attack. it is NOT that lot but i think i normally dun spend that much. or do I? cos sometimes dad will slip me a few hundred whenever i went back bp. but since i so seldom go back now, the spare cash dwindles ALOT. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the online shopping spree is about this!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcPOUZtIdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YWt9oNZill4/s1600-h/gojane_2012_196721554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcPOUZtIdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YWt9oNZill4/s320/gojane_2012_196721554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230666230883230162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt this the nicest pair of sandals??  hmmp..but it cost a whooping amount of 62++ bucks plus the postage. so expensive but actually it only cost US$9.99!! but plus shipping, credit charges blabla and SIXTY BUCKS. sixty bucks for a freaking gladiator sandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm actually i did buy you know. after a night of struggling and reasoning with sharee chng. she herself got attracted to another pair but she is more resillient than me towards tempatation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next day, in between classes, i slipped out to put on my order, thinking damn me. me n my insatiable shopping temptation. i was broke then. but i guess i'll figure things out. and started those starving plans, cheap and a good way to slim down bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even God disapprove of such money spending. cos when i check back later, the order had already closed before my order and i would have to wait for second batch if i still wanna buy. and THEN i got to my senses and withdrew. pat myself on the back! and lei say the sandal look so like what i normally wear. doesnt worth it lorrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then there's the moral social work thingy. we went to Salvation Army HopeHaven Malacca one hot Saturday morning. luckily we chose morning. aburthen i turn roast pig :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcR9cXfwZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pA5VD7PCFJ8/s1600-h/DSC05068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcR9cXfwZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pA5VD7PCFJ8/s320/DSC05068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230669239498555794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at first i thought it will be just getting to know the childrens, playing with them and sorts. like what we do those days at Early Intervention Centre EIC. lots of easy work, interaction and play. but there seems to be some miscommunication and we turned part time gardener! weeding, unclogging, cutting branches and pulling out banana tress -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcTMR81FiI/AAAAAAAAASE/JPcKrf_fzQw/s1600-h/171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcTMR81FiI/AAAAAAAAASE/JPcKrf_fzQw/s320/171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230670593912018466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was asked to unweed and entire wall of curly tangly weeds!! for a girl!! but luckily i got helps from two male counterparts. thus my fast work. i end up finishing early and walking around laughing at/ encouraging others hard at work. plus taking alot of pictures. remember this is an assignment after all. we need all the proof we can. and trust me there is plentiful. cos its all real and sweat worthy! no pretense cos there REALLY is so much work to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone remember this???? this is our so called weeding back then. and picking up rubbish. are those rubbish our own?? HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcWAGd2V8I/AAAAAAAAASc/7TdMcT3r2-w/s1600-h/IMG_0861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcWAGd2V8I/AAAAAAAAASc/7TdMcT3r2-w/s320/IMG_0861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230673683205740482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i truly understood how easy we fooled out moral teacher and get our moral grades. i work my ass off that day at the Salvation Army. Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcVzgbGK1I/AAAAAAAAASU/obnbq3Vq7Hg/s1600-h/DSC05030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcVzgbGK1I/AAAAAAAAASU/obnbq3Vq7Hg/s320/DSC05030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230673466835217234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcVzRCPLFI/AAAAAAAAASM/pwbIGSKrWTE/s1600-h/DSC05054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcVzRCPLFI/AAAAAAAAASM/pwbIGSKrWTE/s320/DSC05054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230673462704417874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i cleaned the whole patch!!!! okay..with help ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly group pictures. with food and old clothes which we brought along. i think we really give our best during the visit. if compared to my last moral project ;p ;p ;p its two hours of hard work under the blazing sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcXhEAOSsI/AAAAAAAAASk/danWi2j_c_Q/s1600-h/172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcXhEAOSsI/AAAAAAAAASk/danWi2j_c_Q/s320/172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230675348991920834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last day before semester break, the housies and roomies and bfs went to sing karaoke! we sing our throat sore for 5 hours! but everyone is so tired from works and tests and studies we felt so sleepy in the end. anyway, lots of camwhoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcY99Kpo1I/AAAAAAAAASs/unnAcpnf3j0/s1600-h/168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcY99Kpo1I/AAAAAAAAASs/unnAcpnf3j0/s320/168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230676944884441938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcZDDkroZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/2oF8Z2ho5r0/s1600-h/169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcZDDkroZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/2oF8Z2ho5r0/s320/169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230677032503583122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcZEAZ16RI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7jPwKp8k7c0/s1600-h/170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcZEAZ16RI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7jPwKp8k7c0/s320/170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230677048832682258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roomie hooiling loves the last pic so much and insisted i edit it kao kao. ANNDDDD i ran out of ideas so i used pan's instead. turn out quite nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcaB7zOV8I/AAAAAAAAATE/xaMSNc0aBDs/s1600-h/173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcaB7zOV8I/AAAAAAAAATE/xaMSNc0aBDs/s320/173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678112748853186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the residents of 607, though some tends to disappear often too much ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then about the R:AGE article, i left the paper at bp when i bring back to haolian to my parents. haha so no pictures. kinda a disappointment since they got my name wrong, AND they mixed up the articles. meaning my article but not my name. then my name but not my article. nevertheless, they are paying me! so no complain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the awkwardness. it is about me walking off without paying for the food and getting called VERY loud by the chicken rice uncle in a food court. lucky not much people is around. so embarrassing!! hahahha. and Sushi King Extreme is just me n mr.v gorging ourselves to death without caring the bill. explained my over spending and broke situation :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mr.v been waiting for me to watch Get Smart since forever. gotta go bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-236117158840015239?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/236117158840015239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=236117158840015239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/236117158840015239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/236117158840015239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/08/jumble-of-nonsense-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/SJcPOUZtIdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YWt9oNZill4/s72-c/gojane_2012_196721554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-3507711893031085739</id><published>2008-07-21T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T02:21:50.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>having breakfast at 1 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dinner at 4 in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is all messed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i finally drag my ass back home. home as in not mr.v house ;p for all i noe, last week DID NOT just happen! all's a whirl~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-3507711893031085739?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/3507711893031085739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=3507711893031085739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3507711893031085739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3507711893031085739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/07/having-breakfast-at-1-in-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-6611191861912528471</id><published>2008-07-19T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:47:33.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, i plan to study. and since mr.v too lemah semangat and go sleep earlier, i tot i might just on my laptop to blare some music. it was 10 smtg just now. and now its 1.19am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- time flies when i'm procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think..yeah..might just as well blog and procrastinate more -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma read many many blogs. but imma not interested in my own blog. i dunno why. is it because other people life are more fantabulous than mine? well judging by how i feel good and fine just laying on the bed the whole day, refusing to take any walk or stand up even to take a drink, my life is serious crap. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah give you more -.- -.- -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can do that face! like for real hahahaha really very funny one -.- okay maybe more like -_- hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr.v bed is so tempting all day long. its all cozy and soft and cooling under my skin. i woke up at 1smtg today. very high enthu want to start studying for my midterms. somemore never cook or go out for lunch. drink hot nescafe and eat choco cream biscuits only. then took out my notes while laying on the bed and start studying. woohoo i'm on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the while mr.v was busy mapling and see he now sleep earlier than me!! he is guiltier than me!! wow now i feel better :) self comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone noe how studying is very boring so i started asking him random questions while trying to study the same time. questions like 'do u love me?' 'why do u love xx before?' 'do you still love xx now?' 'dont u think xx becoming weird?' etc etc. till he cannot stand and tried to shut me up. 'one more question and you get out of bed and study ouside.' so cruel heartless i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after like 5minutes i tried asking another question (i very bored ok!) haven even finish asking my questions and he ask me whether i want to study outside. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuan ni hen&lt;/span&gt;. hergh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i studied quietly and somewhere in the process i fell asleep. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe.... see... without people entertaining you, it is a very easy business to fall asleep. and i think i woke up sometimes but the rain is pouring hard and the weather just cannot tahan so i think, argh crap just sleep. and when i finally wake up, i blame mr.v as much as i can why never wake me up and proceed wash face start study (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sleep almost two hours. hmmmm i sleep alot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now when mr.v fail and fall asleep i told him i sleepy too. imma so sleepyhead 0O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like everyone had watched The Dark Knight. hmm..was it really that good? i thought it was just ok. and i felt the movie is kinda long and draggy. maybe i was just too tired last night. or maybe i'm just fuming over another 10bucks lost spend over movie &gt;&lt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i am assigned to write 2 articles for R.AGE under the @Campus column. very sorry but im not very familiar with that paper since i never buy newspapers. and so...anyone having any ideas on what i shud write? i dunno how i land myself in this since my writing is all crappy and noob. -.- imma so scared my writings so bad it get rejected and ...... cry...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do yet all i want to do is screw all of it and watch movies, dramas, series on mr.v new kick ass very wide screen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i so hyper over it since i got like 2 same wide lcd screen back at home in bp. but the graphics huge difference. dunno whether my dad got conned again -.- haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok study bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-6611191861912528471?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6611191861912528471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6611191861912528471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6611191861912528471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6611191861912528471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-i-plan-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-3260242728535778419</id><published>2008-07-17T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:59:42.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22' inch lcd screen and high-end pc @ RM3646&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SH9BjV_YReI/AAAAAAAAARk/LeOT__Mrg3A/s1600-h/166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SH9BjV_YReI/AAAAAAAAARk/LeOT__Mrg3A/s320/166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223966168227268066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SH9BjjSLpBI/AAAAAAAAARs/sf2h38Qe1Y4/s1600-h/167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SH9BjjSLpBI/AAAAAAAAARs/sf2h38Qe1Y4/s320/167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223966171795792914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a poor woman with a poorer boyfriend. le sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-3260242728535778419?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/3260242728535778419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=3260242728535778419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3260242728535778419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3260242728535778419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/07/22-inch-lcd-screen-and-high-end-pc.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/SH9BjV_YReI/AAAAAAAAARk/LeOT__Mrg3A/s72-c/166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-6380544686066619311</id><published>2008-07-15T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:49:05.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cousin kelvina came to visit @ Malacca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy5-qSfFHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oCzqY7pxVAs/s1600-h/148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy5-qSfFHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oCzqY7pxVAs/s320/148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223254153997784178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that is her and her balinese bf, wayan. we all all missed kelvina don't we? hehe and she's still as chubby as ever (though i tell her she slimmed down a bit ;p) they were on their backpack tour round msia-thai and they stopped by Malacca. and i of cos play host to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy5_K51MUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DZLEVhwJagw/s1600-h/150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy5_K51MUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DZLEVhwJagw/s320/150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223254162752745794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what's more famous in malacca than the infamous satay celup! all food expenses for the two days ditanggung oleh unemployed cousin and bf. HAHA ok..at least they stay for free k. in my room. and i migrate to mr.v's room. did i mention prawn tastes heavenly in hot piping satay sauce? yum yum chomp chomp i think i gain a few kgs from that few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy69U_Km4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/SQZHe5REPdQ/s1600-h/151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy69U_Km4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/SQZHe5REPdQ/s320/151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255230611364738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we went for movie at gsc dataran pahlawan later. cuz kelvina seems deprieved from cinematic leisure due to working too much by the sea. haha.. we watched two movies that night. Hancock and Journey To The Centre Of The Earth. the movies were good n... expensive! no student price i cryyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, de reason i choose de above picture is to show off how good my bf look in shirts. haha though the shirts not his but i planned to purchase more of such kind in near future for him. it does look good rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we tak lah seformal wan wear like this to welcome my cousin. just that there is this moral presentation earlier the day. i changed....in the car on the way to fetch cuz fr bus station ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy69nEx84I/AAAAAAAAAP8/G9yWJjnw3Fc/s1600-h/152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy69nEx84I/AAAAAAAAAP8/G9yWJjnw3Fc/s320/152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255235466752898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;outside tan kim hock. local product supplier. i noe. i just want to act like i'm a tourist like that, cant i? nobody noes!! and IMMA really not malacca wat bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say take my cuz n her bf tour. but never stop taking my own pictures you say? ok i give you.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy699y45qI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WFYh2baHjmE/s1600-h/153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy699y45qI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WFYh2baHjmE/s320/153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255241565726370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kelvina and her fav dodol! i told her dodol is not malacca local product la pffit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy6-ytbxXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/WQdzkDv6r20/s1600-h/155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy6-ytbxXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/WQdzkDv6r20/s320/155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255255769924978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the car. we cant fit all three in you see LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy6-uR0lKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-WNaLjgTT68/s1600-h/154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy6-uR0lKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-WNaLjgTT68/s320/154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255254580368546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then we go walk the quaint roads of jonker UNDER HOT SCORCHING SUN =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy5-WMt2uI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zEuvmcPhwnE/s1600-h/147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy5-WMt2uI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zEuvmcPhwnE/s320/147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223254148604877538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next time i'm playing guide i sure as hell gonna wear long sleeve, slabs on lots of suntan. those sun ray/light/WATEVA burned my shoulder and within minutes i'm sunburnts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= =.= =.= =.= =.= =.= =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that red stinging mark on my shoulder i go shopping at dp. after like 2 3 more hours touring. you noe la.. malacca, the red stadhuys building, the clock tower, st paul's hill, jonker street, famous chicken rice balls, durian nyonya cendol, nyonya dumpling etc etc etc i lazy post so much pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy8dazgIXI/AAAAAAAAARE/RhnI7TLLR2E/s1600-h/162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy8dazgIXI/AAAAAAAAARE/RhnI7TLLR2E/s320/162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256881440498034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;however, we did manage to camwhore alot at the museum samudera. i tell you all i seriously never been there before. this is my first time and i was reluctant to go in at first. cos its 3bucks per adult! and lei, she uses her tigs expired card and she got in at rm1! haha. they only count primary and secondaryt students as students. college students not student la?? discrimination i tell you. money sucker. but at least there are lots of nice lighting for good pictures inside. and its air conditioned THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy8eEGLX4I/AAAAAAAAARM/q5Iqd31t4ec/s1600-h/163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy8eEGLX4I/AAAAAAAAARM/q5Iqd31t4ec/s320/163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256892524683138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a full length mirror! mirror mirror on the wall, who's de fairest of the all? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy7zNYXZtI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KYPYGLDrA5A/s1600-h/156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy7zNYXZtI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KYPYGLDrA5A/s320/156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256156282513106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she being unfaithful on wayan! cheating on him with PARAMESWARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy7zaMpWMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/amppWxWl89I/s1600-h/157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy7zaMpWMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/amppWxWl89I/s320/157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256159723018434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she insisted on taking this pictures. she said: "i wan to show my fren. see bomb!! za dao!" =.=|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy7zn93FoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oNJ8dgMUfpk/s1600-h/158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy7zn93FoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oNJ8dgMUfpk/s320/158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256163419100802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;proper nice pic. but i spoil it. spot me!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy5-xvCfOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aYch7NxLhzI/s1600-h/149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy5-xvCfOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aYch7NxLhzI/s320/149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223254155996593378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i dunno where is this. i can only see our dua muka besar besar. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy7z9CTcGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Fi8CWff81og/s1600-h/160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy7z9CTcGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Fi8CWff81og/s320/160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256169074880610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lei and her kick ass nice picture which OF COURSE is yours truly piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy59uQDppI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zCwvL_LuE98/s1600-h/144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy59uQDppI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zCwvL_LuE98/s320/144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223254137881470610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and mine. i cant help myself take pictures! and mr.v need to learn some skill hmmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy70DO2CHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-QVL-RxGxak/s1600-h/161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy70DO2CHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-QVL-RxGxak/s320/161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256170738092146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;outside the ship under some shade. this picture is called, the green ape and the couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy8eZXgpJI/AAAAAAAAARU/Kld0Y7YQpyI/s1600-h/164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy8eZXgpJI/AAAAAAAAARU/Kld0Y7YQpyI/s320/164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256898234524818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;irrelevant pictures of me inside fitting room. i bought the cardigan at MNG sales. nice??? pls tell me its nice cos i exchanged that piece of clothing with a meal at sushi king :( and yes mr.v bought that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy8e5_QVHI/AAAAAAAAARc/muL4OkaGnaE/s1600-h/165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy8e5_QVHI/AAAAAAAAARc/muL4OkaGnaE/s320/165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256906991162482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wall-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *mimick wall-e ad sound* i noe i look constipated but it not my fault. cos i cant sit in the chair! it said "PLS DO NOT SIT" its make of cardboard and i wouldnt wanna take the risk. and seeeeeeeee!!! i tell you kelvina is addicted to cineleisure. we went back the next day to watch Hellboy2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: whoooshwhooooosh *fire extinguisher blowing away* hahahhahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-6380544686066619311?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6380544686066619311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6380544686066619311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6380544686066619311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6380544686066619311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/07/cousin-kelvina-came-to-visit-malacca.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/SHy5-qSfFHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oCzqY7pxVAs/s72-c/148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-7895495723366969176</id><published>2008-07-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:08:32.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ignoring you, goodnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you noe what, i had been talking about mr.v all day long i cant even stand myself. i need to talk about other thing. things that does not link in anyway to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in between a conversation with someone dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" anyway, i noe my prob. just my closest friend arent around me like back when they are in high school. i miss them terribly so. but everyone is busy with their live. me too. cant expect to bother them every single time. though i never minded bothering you every single time ;p i guess that is de difference. but u r so virtual.. y dun u come back n study in mmu? then i can say i have a real nice close friend ;) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u noe how hard it is making new friends. so tiring and emotion-weary and everyone's not who they are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am sick of all those back stabbing and malicious gossips. i just find the easy way and stick to my close and already-in-my-heart-they-are-my-bestest-fren friend. not to say, its not like everyone goes hey come join my gang. lets go lateh together. lets makan yumcha. its been so long since i'm here in malacca. whatever gangs and clique there is to be made it had already been made. and being with your bf always do scare people away. and i being so lazy-to-make-friend attitude just pass off as arrogant and nobody dare nears me. HAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no la.. but then.. i'm a firm believer that big crowd tak jamin all friends. only the closest and dearest friend counts. and yes i do mean you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SO CLICHE WAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-7895495723366969176?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/7895495723366969176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=7895495723366969176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7895495723366969176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7895495723366969176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/07/ignoring-you-goodnight-you-noe-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-3267451797710339217</id><published>2008-06-30T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T02:23:25.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;p.s i love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finish reading the book. oh how i cried :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more towards the ending the more i cried. it really wasnt the p.s(es) that i'm crying to. but the notes and scribbling above the p.s(es).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm overwhelmed. i couldnt describe how i feel now or more accurately, how the story has conveyed its message to us reader. it is just... how to you expect me to summarize in a sentence?? it is 500 pages long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face are all tear-stained. lying on the bed the whole of today while slowly finishing more than half of the book. tears rolled down my ears and mixed with my hair. tangling them up in the process. i couldnt help imagining myself in the same situation. i just couldnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have died crying being left alone in such loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole book is so sad and thought provoking. strangely enough, it is not depressing. it projects more hope and love than any chic-lit romance could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing though, i cant read this in school library! tears just seem to well up on its own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie version, though left me crying nevetheless, doesnt interpret the story well at all! it is a complete different plot minus the p.s(es) and notes. pfiit. i WILL always like printed pages and words more to movie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cecilia ahern, the author, is certainly a woman with alot of emotions. all her books seem to make me cried so hard. i read her other book once very long time ago. If I Could See You Now. it wasnt even talking about the romantic soppy teary kind of love relationship. but it leave me with puffy tender eyes after much crying. it is about an imaginary friend and you just have to read it urself to understand what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing someone you loved so much with all your heart is unimaginable. i wish i would never ever find myself in such situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217360738016658290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SGfJ8s6Ng3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/TyUf5NO54Uk/s320/122.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and yes, i do mean you when i said my loved one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-3267451797710339217?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/3267451797710339217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=3267451797710339217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3267451797710339217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3267451797710339217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/p.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/SGfJ8s6Ng3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/TyUf5NO54Uk/s72-c/122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-6308482608666305868</id><published>2008-06-29T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T01:29:36.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was fun! have a movie marathon at the new gsc dataran pahlawan new phase. and the best thing about it? it's free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you heard me right. it's freaking FREE. it's their new promotion for their new opening of gsc dataran pahlawan! a series of movies, though old movie, will be shown for free all day long from saturday til this wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went and watched the chronicles of narnia: prince caspian and speed racer. RAIN had a cameo in speed racer. so cute i now only realise he is single lidded like me!! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first mr.v wasnt so enthusiatic about goin as free sure means long queues and lots of people. then i tell hooiling and guy and she went and tell me there is no queues. the new gsc is so big. it has 10 theatres compared to patheric gsc mahkota parade with only 4. and the ticketing counters are a whole row so no worrying about getting FREE tickets :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached town around 4smtg. i was actually thinking the cinema was at the second floor of dp since it had been closed for renovation for so long. you noe..the upper floor where all phones gadgets IT stuff? turned up when we reached, we saw the new shiny GSC logo at the new dp. the one we had never been to before. hence the long walk over there. we walked past the field area with the sun scorching my skin and damn i din slap on sunblock. pffit. and when we reached right..we cant find the lift and we have no idea which floor is the cinema is. so we went by the elevators one floor at a time til we finally found the cinema taking a whole floor itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the popcorn sucks. since the tickets are free so we generously spend on popcorns. never again. it's already 4plus plus when i went and redeem tickets using the printed coupon from gsc website. and i still managed to grab a seat or two. and it is a saturday! i'm one happy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to pass time, we went downstair carefour and spend the rest of the time before movie arguing with each other which drink to buy. i have an inane liking on grocery shopping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never watch the first narnia show so i asked mr.v to explain abit. and he just ask me to picture the epic movie without all those kelefei character =.= anyway, one and two wasnt really much connected. and my initial though that i would fall asleep sleeping is wrong. it is actually not bad. and the very fact that it is a FREE movie added the wahhhh factor :) wahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was long. it ended arounf 8.50pm and our next show is on 9.30pm. wahaha.. i noe i noe. what is there to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up inside carefour deli corner eating freshly steamed cocktails hotdogs, few grams of popcorn chicken and onion rings. and mr.v had a RM1.20 carefour burger. HAHA there are even tables and chairs and chilli sauce provided and it is like a picnic. and fulling enough for both of us. we arent that hungry from the lao-hong popcorns. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then speed racer! mr.v and i get the 3rd row from front. so we are lying as low as we could possibly can go. haha.. the movie was nice, colourful and happifying (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached home at about midnight. it was a fun day judging i never expected we are having an outing that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right....there is still a couple of movies there i haven watch. minus those horror and tamil movies. well, actually mr.v is more interested in the show than me but i will be more than happy to accompany him. but fuel and him haih sigh haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin swimming now. tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-6308482608666305868?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6308482608666305868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6308482608666305868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6308482608666305868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6308482608666305868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-was-fun-have-movie-marathon.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-3258909945447916978</id><published>2008-06-26T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T03:58:16.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe what i say yesterday is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE IT IS NOT TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. i needed him more than he needed me. AND NO. maybe he does not really need me at all. but one thing i can be sure. he meant more to me than how much i will ever meant to him. that's it, if i ever meant anything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scrap everything yesterday and screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want me to learn independance, break up with me. or i shall always be that clingy immature girl. why must i restrain when i could do what i want?? why????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw independance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()_)(^&amp;amp;%^$#$%^()*_(P(&amp;amp;*^%$#%^&amp;amp;*(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-3258909945447916978?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/3258909945447916978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=3258909945447916978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3258909945447916978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3258909945447916978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/maybe-what-i-say-yesterday-is-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-5630145812740601585</id><published>2008-06-25T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:28:51.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, i feel like it is really me who needed him more than he to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how he is the stronger one, the more reliable one and the more responsible one. in many many aspect! and i tend to act childish and immature and dont care of consequences and go wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is me being whinny and crybaby always in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and him chiding me when i get so unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my tears would soften him and my nonsense gets its way. he would reluctantly say yes. but i would then say no cause i dont like his saying atitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really think it is me who has a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never meet a boyfriend who kicks his girlfriend away. but that's his way of teaching me independance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i persever and last long enough this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215809900626036626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SGJHeFbHx5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/s0HJ-Ha2uCU/s320/132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-5630145812740601585?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/5630145812740601585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=5630145812740601585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5630145812740601585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5630145812740601585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-i-feel-like-it-is-really-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/SGJHeFbHx5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/s0HJ-Ha2uCU/s72-c/132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-1116785579400224459</id><published>2008-06-21T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T07:00:39.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i bang my head to the wall today at chng's house. very painful ok! i can still feel the bump underneath my layers of hair. i need somebody to rub warm hard-boiled eggs to it to reduce the bump. but nobody is willinggg... imma so unloved :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, the last night lateh session got cancelled off due to miss chng pissing her father off. and she got grounded and we got put aeroplane =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, we reimbursed this afternoon where we go lepak at her house for nothing. the afternoons in bp are freaking hot. cant think of anywhere else to go so we just cooped ourselves in her air-conditioned tv room. fav hang out chatting place with free flow drinks ;p and free maid ;p ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my plan to diet (was there ever this plan?) failed terribly with me stuffing myself to treats everytime i returned bp. i have durians, lychees, frog porridge, kfc, spaghetti, big meat pao, ice cream, cendol etc. *drool*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my sit-ups plan is standing me up! the irony =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i'm gonna post a cute (or so they said) picture of mine to appease my current disgruntled state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214333656793624834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SF0I1YmMMQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/L5KzArsxWl8/s320/19062008711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-1116785579400224459?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/1116785579400224459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=1116785579400224459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/1116785579400224459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/1116785579400224459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-bang-my-head-to-wall-today-at-chngs.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/SF0I1YmMMQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/L5KzArsxWl8/s72-c/19062008711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-3110107175816357289</id><published>2008-06-20T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T05:30:11.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i caught darlin snuggling to my neck this morning &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a whole day of fast food feast. my lunch is pizzas and garlic bread from Pizza Hut. and dinner is two pieces of chicken from KFC. i feel slightly bloated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in bp now btw. came back to visit my poor grandma who broke her kneecap or leg which i'm stil not quite sure. just come back from Pantai hospital. her operation to do-something to her leg went quite well. should be able to discharge in two or three more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, uncles n aunties will all come back and be concerned. so house is overcrowded and all's a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pan and chng is back in bp for their holiday break!!! lateh session later tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-3110107175816357289?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/3110107175816357289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=3110107175816357289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3110107175816357289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3110107175816357289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-caught-darlin-snuggling-to-my-neck.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-7401737636451951089</id><published>2008-06-17T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:39:59.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno whether it is the hormone raging in me, or the mind-numbing headache or all purely my own disillusionment. i cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate insomnia. i hate how i wanted to sleep so much yet i cant. and when i cant sleep, like halfway in the middle of my lectures, my eyelids will automatically close itself. do i have no control over my own body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress leads to insomnia. my last final exam was such a torture. especially since all the papers were crammed all together. leaving me without any space to breathe. and the thing about insomnia, it ALWAYS happen when i have exam the next day. and when the next day happen to be exam free, i sleep like a log. one moment i was lying on the bed, the next its already early next morning and i'm still feeling not enuf sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of being insomnia now is enuf to make me feel stressful. thinking of the long nighs when i turn and toss and cant sleep a wink til early morning. sometimes i cant even slp the whole night. but i cant afford not to sleep. i have exams and i'm so scare i cant do well and flunk the whole thing. i'm so fucking scared the my-head-all-blank thing to happen to me if i dont close my eyes and fucking sleep now. i popped panadols one after another. i wished for sleeping pills to let my subconscious take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess stressing myself to sleep didnt help much either. it just worsen the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm dreading the next exams. dreading of sleepless night. i told mr.v so. he said its all myself. me. me yes ME. i'm the one making my life a hell. its all me. sigh i noe somehow i'm the cause for all these.. but what can i do? i dunno what to do!!! how do one fall asleep anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why am i lamenting all this? cos my head pains so much i cant sleep. logically. i shud be able to sleep well since i does not have anything stressful tomorrow. shud be sweet dreams all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my head really pains so much now. i am hoping after i blurt out all the junk inside i may find inner peace. anyway, its the loneliness thingy again. i need my darlin now. NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-7401737636451951089?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/7401737636451951089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=7401737636451951089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7401737636451951089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7401737636451951089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dunno-whether-it-is-hormone-raging-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-1111104949844605632</id><published>2008-06-16T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:06:02.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we went and watched the incredible hulk on his first day of its showing in malaysia! damn proud and honoured cos i seldom get to watch so early like tis. well, since after the spm-goyang-kaki period maybe when me and mr.v practically always finished all the movies showing in gsc summit parade batu pahat. except those lame til cannot malay show or horror til cannot thai stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, dun feel like talking much today. although u may still find me blabbing alot later on uncontrollably. not my fault ok! pictures today! my blog needs some pictures of ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212399573823270322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SFYpy8EiLbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/DNFiTctehZk/s320/143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in the fitting room of course. well else you think i so bue bar shiok sendiri ss i miss all these old terms. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212400318841987362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SFYqeTe1oSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/74tgFZQ7u_4/s320/12062008704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;our shoes. all white! and dun comment anything on my flabby leg. its de angle!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212401553418654386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SFYrmKo2krI/AAAAAAAAAOc/sRB34hb0AWM/s320/12062008698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212401550870220690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SFYrmBJQj5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/TvFL05px5sI/s320/12062008701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212401557050951458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SFYrmYK3ByI/AAAAAAAAAOs/r_ING4FcdcA/s320/12062008702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;there's lei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there's mr.v!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and all of us together!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: poor quality photos taken upfront again cos my camwhore skill has gone down the drain after long time of not using. NOT ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-1111104949844605632?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/1111104949844605632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=1111104949844605632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/1111104949844605632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/1111104949844605632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-went-and-watched-incredible-hulk-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/SFYpy8EiLbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/DNFiTctehZk/s72-c/143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-8739987752298099786</id><published>2008-06-14T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:21:41.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my nails are too long to type my keypad properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting on the floor while typing this in between my drama session. the floor is goin bom bom bom due to vibration from the woofer system some booper neighhbours are booping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few short note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr.v and i have the most distinctly different taste in the type of movies, drame, show etc that we like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like romance. he likes horror. like now..he's outside watching the movie 'Signal' from his laptop. while i'm in the room chasing my Ming Zhong Zhu Ding Wo Ai Ni :)))) miss teo so rite noe i'll love it to core. wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signal is some extreme pyschotic, terrifying horror movie where people who gets the 'signal' goes crazy. goin between wanting to kill or getting killed. the somewhere in between, some zombie character popped out. and why i noe this? praise the imdb sypnopsis. else i watch myself meh? man man deng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr.v has the most daring &lt;em&gt;dan&lt;/em&gt;. watching such show dun scare him one bit. when i comment on this, he will just say all guys are so. and its movie for my own good sake. its not real! OF COURSE i bloody noe its real. no..i mean its not real. but it's still terrifying in its own way. and my over imaginative mind tends to wander and add more adjective and perspective to everything i see when the night turn dark and everyone's asleep. being a nite owl doesnt help either. and having an ever shrinking &lt;em&gt;dan&lt;/em&gt; din help very much either ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even he noe how terrified i'll be if i saw even one scene or picture from horror movie. even the trailer wont do. no no NO!!! like now, he was watching with the headphone on. even then, he stopped me and asked me not to go near. i would not like to see what's on screen. haha which is sort of funny in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we talked about my extreme no &lt;em&gt;dan&lt;/em&gt; just now, he said i always laugh the loudest in the cinema o.O mana ade!! he say that day i was laughing so loud and hard the little malay girl sitting in front of me turn around to check which lunatic was sitting behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. back to my drama. my nails need repainting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-8739987752298099786?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/8739987752298099786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=8739987752298099786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8739987752298099786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8739987752298099786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-nails-are-too-long-to-type-my-keypad.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-2884548812392625756</id><published>2008-06-10T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:28:04.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my 100th post!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back in malacca. maybe that can explain why i am not blogging regularly again. haha spending my days watching hk drama like no day no night. finish another series! the forensic heroes. like super long ago tvb drama. so long ago that they are showing the forensic heroes 2 at Astro On Demand now. which no doubt i'll follow up too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially drama-addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it kills boredom. and i NEED to find something to entertain myself when mr.v is busy mapling like what he is doin now. in front of me but oblivious to the fact that i'm bloggin and badmouthing him to the whole world. not as if he need any more advertising. maple hater should all read my blog ;p oh, he is currently killing 'mong ghost'. some ghost which when attacked show a very ugly face. and he had been hitting the same &lt;em&gt;mob&lt;/em&gt; (maple term see i pro also) SINCE MORNING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, for his credit, he did stop awhile to accompany me go swimming. and then a little while more to accompany me watch the movie 'Hostage'. again, a super old movie mr.v claimed he had seen twice in the past. why am i so backward and left behind i wonder. haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been back in malacca since sunday. mum and dad and grandpa and grandma and lil bro all came along to fetch lei and me up to malacca. we went and eat the not nice A Famosa Chicken Rice Ball, since the famous and delicious one would required us to queue and wait til we die of hunger under the hot sun wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr.v came back on monday! i can finally get to hug my darlin freely and as much as we want. we went for movie in the afternoon. watched Kung Fu Panda. so funny ha awesome ha and now i noe what's with eric and his awesomeness lame la you ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise, saw both zachary and nicholas at the ticket counter booth. trainees. i saw their tags. and there i was acting all slutty and crooning all over mr.v right in front of them! its not my fault ok since its been SOOOOOOO long i get to act like this. malu sial. haha eh employee got special rate or not? better rate than student rate can recommend? ;ppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before that, i was planning to put up the before and after make up photos. you know those pictures we keep seeing and i keep going woo and waa over how make up can really change how a person look. tapi too bad la.. before and after also too ugly so dun wan to put it up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok... i shall put a pic! i scare you all forget my look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok....................scrap that. i just wan a reason to put up my camwhore pic. low quality again. maybe it is a good thing you noe. cos low quality catches less thing and thus you dun even need to hide anything haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210286230227506594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SE6nuJrR1aI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GfMkVLwovTc/s320/09062008679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;do i look older than my age or what?? cant really see my make up with all the sunlight. maybe that is why i choose to put up this pic. EVERYONE except maybe mr.v is saying i look uglier with make up on than without -.- wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my new necklace and sling fake burberry bag. though you cant see the whole thing from the picture. and the top is also my new purchase during my shopping spree in bp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cant believe i just waste my memorable 100th post &lt;em&gt;post &lt;/em&gt;on ramblings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cant believe either that i had been writing ramblings and grumbles and life knickle and knuckle ever since i revived my blog. all nonsensical whine!! where are my ingenious philosophies??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but one thing i do believe, my vocabulary are slowly degenerating. my vocab i so bad nowadays i cant even remember what is the opposite of stingy. spendthrift? no...that is stingy, but in a good way. so can someone tell me what is the opposite word for stingy. damn i really cant think of that word. i wan go cower in a corner and cry uhuk uhuk T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-2884548812392625756?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/2884548812392625756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=2884548812392625756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2884548812392625756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2884548812392625756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-100th-post-im-back-in-malacca.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/SE6nuJrR1aI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GfMkVLwovTc/s72-c/09062008679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-2485048895301241713</id><published>2008-06-07T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:04:21.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone maked me very angry today. i traveled all the way to his house. and instead of being all lovey dovey and missing me since its been days since we last seen each other, he was looking uneasily left and right. and rushing me to go back in case his aunt from next door came out and saw us. after passing me my stuff which is the purpose i went all the way to his house, he was like..okay, can go back already. and repeatingly telling me her aunt or uncle might come out. and his brother might see and blabbers to his parents. as it was, his parents were not in. nobody was in the house except him and his brother. i wanted to go in and have a look, maybe have a hug or two since i kinda miss his smell after so many princess diaries. yet, all he gave me is cold shoulder and suddenly, all my amazing plans went down the drain. starting the engine and u-turned out the dead end and took a last glance of him. my heart just break a little seeing he was no longer there. already, the gates were closed and the front door closed with the curtain drawn. am i so unpresentable? i speed the way down to the main road. the hurt rise to my throat, and eyes a bit blurry. maybe its just the drizzle on the windshield. needless to say, the stereo was blasting the speaker off. brain unable to think properly, i accidentally took a wrong turn into a one way road. getting scold by uncle motocylist just add to the list of unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, 2 hours later, someone realize his wrong and call for forgiveness. he was so sweet and loving and my heart melt. the supposedly silent treatment i planned to give forgotten. as long as there's his voice, playfully teasing me laughing, saying the soft words, i will be as good as new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i'm hopeless. but i wish to stay this way if it means staying hopeless. at least for me, it is hopelessly in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you (since you say i never say. its YOU who seldom say okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*muacks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-2485048895301241713?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/2485048895301241713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=2485048895301241713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2485048895301241713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2485048895301241713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-love-someone-maked-me-very-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-2254678261609004207</id><published>2008-06-06T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:44:26.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I TOTALLY HATE J.P!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE-GUY-WHO-HATES-IT-WHEN-THEY-PUT-CORN-IN-CHILI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finish reading the eight installment of the princess diaries. i tot i missed alot of series in between but when i check, i just missed a few novella. like those 1/2 or 3/4 in between short stories of mia thermopolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can mia break up with michael moscovitz?? they are like the most perfect couple. my hero and heroine i slowly patiently followed. from those days where there are just friend and best friend's big brother, to their secret notes and poems. and then when they officially went out together as a couple and the constant making out session. and and not to forget, the smelling the neck habit which i personally enjoy very much too *wink* which i apply everywhere in mr.v case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, they break up at the end of the eight book! because mia thinks michael is a man slut who lose his virginity to Judith Gershner in what michael claim is just "messing around". though i cant agree more with mia for hating him being so casual and his "so??" carefree attitude, i still think they make the best couple! well, for one, michael really seriously love her alot. and well.. forgiveness sounds reasonable since he's so young then and really, its not wholly his fault. must be the slutty fruitfly creator who make the first step. hmm..we just have to accept our loved one's past. just as we love the WHOLE of him whole-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sort of expecting michael to give up his plan, well, maybe not. mayb delayed his flight and find mia crying in the airpot. swept her into his arms and start kissing all passionately and hanging on to each other so tightly as if their life depends on it. awwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but by the time they (mia and her bodyguard's lars) arrived at the airport, michael's flight was gone. so being me, i'm expecting the second part. the sweeping her off her feet part. BUT NO!!!! michael really is gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seeing as they pages is coming to an end, getting thinner and thinner, i have a bad feeling. arent there goin to be a happy ending? a surprising ending with mia and michael together??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and J.P.!!!! that scheming J.P. which i noe from start like mia. but who noe perfectly well that mia lovesss michael!! haih. though he is potrayed like not that bad looking, perfect body built, funny, caring, smart, and always seem to think-alike-mia, plus approved by mia's grandmere for being rich and having social status, i just don't like him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is THE-GUY-WHO-HATES-IT-WHEN-THEY-PUT-CORN-IN-CHILI for god-sake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually after some internet checking, the ninth book is out in store already. but me being the broke me wont be affording it til my kind FRIENDS buy and lend me borrow. so i go check out the summary. i think i get more or less the whole story through those detailed information. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ninth book will in my opinion, not be that nice since mia and michael will just remain friend and with the annoying J.P butting in here and there. plus them getting snap on paparazi for being together to a Broadway show didnt help michael and mia's stranggling relationship. and of course J.P confessed later on in the story. and Lilly Moscovitz, michael's little sister gave a hell of a time for mia for (in her opinion) snatching her bf. J.P. is her ex-bf who dont love her. seeeeeee!! all J.P. flault. causing michael to go without a word after seeing him and mia kiss and causing mia's best friend to turn against her. also, mia got depression and went for psycologist bla bla bla. her grandmere got her to give a talk in some event? and all others which doesnt really have the love blossoming which i like to read about only. teehee AND J.P. kissed mia at the end of the ninth book. however, mia still loves michael. one and only! i dunno whether they actually started going out or not though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last and final installment, the tenth book will be out January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt from wikipedia (about book 10):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There will be 21 months between this book and the previous one. It will be set in the last couple of weeks of Mia's Senior Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Michael will have returned from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mia will be in a romantic relationship at the end of the book. Presumably, with J.P. or Michael. (MICHAEL OF COURSE!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A secret, possibly excusing Lilly's past behaviour, will be revealed. (is Lilly's character annoying? i find it stil okayyyy, since everyone need someone like her around for constant reminder and the scary truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The fate of Genovia will be decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) All (relevant) characters will know which college they are going to. Most of them will be at Ivy Leagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Nearly every character has a secret motivation that Mia is unaware of. These will be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;8) The time lost between the ninth and tenth book will be available to readers in PD10. Mia will describe what happened during all that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) There will also be an accompanying text found in the adult fiction section of the bookstore, which will be written by one of the characters, though it will not mention any other characters from the PD series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) As Cabot says, "Any reader who despises Lilly will feel very badly for doing so by Book 10."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i can say is, Meg Cabot is really a woman with very good business brain. HAHAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-2254678261609004207?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/2254678261609004207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=2254678261609004207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2254678261609004207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2254678261609004207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-totally-hate-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-6712389428635225122</id><published>2008-06-05T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:04:39.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday.  weather super hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3more days to sunday. in which alas i shall have all my freedom back. and the next day, have my darlin back!! the chou darlin who doesnt miss me and make me miss him like hell alot. hmmp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time he's travelling back alone, since i'm goin back with lei and parents. luckily smart me predicted they are coming along to fetch us up malacca and destroy all evidence. hehehe plus took down the pictures of me and mr.v pasted in my room. also, all those untold purchases need to be hidden properly. teehehe. sly me. and my partner in crime is my roomate. she's supposed to come back on sunday night to accompany sleep. since there will be absolutely no one at my house and mr.v will only be back on monday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long before, my roomates's parents came visitting from kelantan. all those flowers love ornament of HERS, all become "MINE". so its her turn to help me now. hahaha.. we are the helpful roomates of each other *proud* and the good news is, miss teo aka my roomate wont be moving out anymore!! she succesfully changed her address to MY house address and if allowed, shall be my roomate till i graduate! happy, though still hope she had come back home more often to accompany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah..new semester resolution. i shall stay at home more often! *i hope so* i shall learn to be more independant and stop being so mr.v-dependant. it is a disease i tell you. hahaha i wish i can deal better with loneliness. i should make more friends and distance myself from my bf. haha..what a weird thing to wish for heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i met a pm fight today. u noe the personal message on msn? on the surface, nobody mention any name. BUT it is kind of obvious to me la. haha.. all due to fuel price increase. *shake head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, about this fuel price increase. although i can understand everyone's woe since the increase really does make every pump of fuel and every visit to pump station an extra RM 20 - 30, i do not disagree with the government move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although i detest singaporeans alot, their working ways really is much more efficient. like how we should not waste out energy on complainin on and on. instead, we should see this as a move that our country are getting more progressive and citizens are all able to survive even under high living expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the government subsidy only will make people too overly dependant on the government. expecting the government to provide for their living needs. thing isnt suppose to work this way. those money used by government to subsidy fuel petrol could be better spend in our country progression. taxing the government further with the subsidy will only slow down the country progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF all malaysians play their role and share this burden, the country would be better off (although i must say spending the load of money on sending a malaysian "astronaut" to space isnt the most well-spend money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, IF you can afford to buy a car, of course you can pay for the petrol. and there is this "petrol increase everything else increases also" situation. that i must say, is just another rip off by those merchants and hawker seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, there is also the "i'm still a student who spend my dad's money" so i'm not in the best position either to say the fuel  price doesnt affect me. maybe when i'm all grown up, feeling the pressure of "money-not-enough" then i shall join the troop and start complaining too. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results coming out soon. hope for the best. and kelvina will be back soon!! for good!! she promised me a pair of bikini :))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-6712389428635225122?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6712389428635225122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6712389428635225122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6712389428635225122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6712389428635225122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-800145135624928055</id><published>2008-06-03T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:41:37.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AGAIN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;total amount spend today: RM260++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and lei went shopping again today. sien zhe ye shi sien zhe. so take opportunity to go shop before mum come back tomoro and freedom nil. :( this time, we went bp mall. shopped a total of 5hours!! girls can really shop eh? hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this time, most of the money was spend by lei!!!! i'm so obedient and ONLY bought a piece of top. hehehe rest all lei spend. faster faster nag her why use money like water how hard to earn money nowadays. hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she bought a pair of nike shoe. that's whyyyyyyyy. 30% off only RM139 plus plus. and a whole lot of tshirts. like 4 or 5 pieces. somemore always say i waste money =.= surprsingly, we found out that there are actually quite some nice shirts inside those big big supermarket/hypermarket. we went to those departmental section of clothes and found treasure! &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;anyway, those clothes that i buy i never take any pictures with it. whereas those that i cant buy, cant AFFORD to buy are the one i take pictures with :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207642853156890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SEVDlWuEqBI/AAAAAAAAANM/74PW88VDArI/s320/03062008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;i love this one! very cutesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207644386089598738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SEVE-lVtfxI/AAAAAAAAANs/3meqZJJJm7Q/s320/03062008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;the back even cuter!! but only 10% off and is around 45bucks. not worth it though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207645057331928674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SEVFlp6WnmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/bby_MSfElCE/s320/03062008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lei itsnt taller than me. she's just standing nearer to the mirror. bleh.. the pink outfit i'm wearing can be wore as a top or dress. very very cutesy. but i wont have much occasion to wear too. new year maybe? so very bright and red. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207645736549371714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/SEVGNMMaT0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/R1PWcLRvjzg/s320/03062008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;well......just in case you all forget my adorable smile isk isk ;p all photos are not editted at all. very unlike me but i'm too tired to be bother. poor photo quality cos using lei's hp camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mummy coming back tomoro........................................... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh haih sigh.............................. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-800145135624928055?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/800145135624928055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=800145135624928055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/800145135624928055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/800145135624928055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/again-total-amount-spend-today-rm260-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/SEVDlWuEqBI/AAAAAAAAANM/74PW88VDArI/s72-c/03062008(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-3385379775340331105</id><published>2008-06-01T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T06:04:12.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finished the whole series. er.. the other series. not the one i mention previously. a whooping 17episodes Dou Niu Yao Bu Yao in 2days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faster take oout ur boredmeter to judge how bored i am. hmmp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went shopping today! go summit parade. not as if like there is much choice in bp. the total amount spend: RM239!! how had think little summit can make me spend so much money??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, stop all those naggings first cos the amount consist of what me n lei spend. 2girls out shopping without qing jia dan chang. ok wat...... though most of the money i spend. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought toner(neccesity), clothes and shorts(Yishion got sale!!), more t-shirts, miscellanous stuff and my Father's Day gift! is it too early? Fact 1, i never give dad anything before during Father's Day. Fact 2, i din give anything during Mother's Day! i'm so biased wicked hearted child. no la.. i just suddenly have extra cash to spend on Dad, since it's Dad's money to start with. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a wallet. all four sisters sharing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr.v and i are gonna make a new record in our two-year-plus long relationship. one day less than 10sms. today only err...2? are we couple or not??!! i'm not angry which is weird. i guess it is just the after effect of having a WAYYYYY too long relationship o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still crave for secret recipe. anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told mr.v that and he say go back malacca only say. lei around and ask me to tell him. how about asking HIM to pay the bill and she acc me go eat?? brilliant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-3385379775340331105?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/3385379775340331105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=3385379775340331105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3385379775340331105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3385379775340331105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-finished-whole-series.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-3102272354721473239</id><published>2008-05-30T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T05:43:16.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so bored!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant emphasize more on how boring my life has become! below is a summary of how i pass my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up at 9 or 10 morning everyday cos under the presense of the royal highness my mother i cant sleep like how i usually sleep. which is usually pass noon given a choice. i wake up feeling sleepy but i cant sleep. to prevent myself from crawling back on bed, i on my laptop and start my drama marathon, which isnt that smooth sailing either. cos the royal highness my mother will keep call and call me do this do that til i get so fed up i cant watch a show without pausing it every minute to serve TRH my mother. grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my patience is good, i continue watching despite many the interruption. if i'm baddie mood, i off the comp and proceed to laze around. reading book procures less complains and naggings from TRH my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for TRH over usage. has been reading The Princess Diaries books which i borrowed from miss sharee. however, my bookworm trait seems to be not functioning i'm not very interested. blame the super hot weathers. malacca isnt this hot is it?? i practically only bathe after evening hours since i'm bound to sweat all over if i bathe too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the afternoon will pass by slowly with me fetching my grandpa grandma sisters around. the burden is reduced half now since lei got her P license. thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see see!!!! i get called again. cant even blog in peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm back. where was i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..being the driver of the house. sometimes i take afternoon naps which is very seldom since i'll sure get awaken to fetch some ppl somewhere again and i'l  be all grumpy and hate everyone. else, i just watch entertainments shows or tvb series. i finished DIE! which is superb except that the ending is lame and the alternate is even lamer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beside sleeping and watching numerous videos, being a driver in between, i keep eating! omg. those sinful bp food i love. i hate myself. gonna stop here cos cousin Kelvin coming over and i dun wanna let him noe i blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-3102272354721473239?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/3102272354721473239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=3102272354721473239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3102272354721473239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3102272354721473239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-bored-i-cant-emphasize-more-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-7736669222031513086</id><published>2008-05-29T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T05:31:53.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is drama marathon today! currently very enthusiatic and excited following episodes after episodes of D.I.E Death Investigation Extension. HK drama. shiok! am only here cos mother banned me from watching those shows for a tiny while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss bp famous duck me alot when i was in malacca. but now that i'm back, i had more than enough. been having the famous Gunung Ledang duck mee for two consecutive days. yesterday when with darlin mr.v and today again with grandpa n lei. haha.. though i wont get sick of their very very delicious chilli sauce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out for movie yesterday with mr.v. n i didnt take a single photo! and i commented him how he never hold my hand anymore. then he will obligingly hold my hand and said it's weird holding hands in bp cos might bump into someone. we tease and slap playfully (ok its me who beat) each other like nobody's business. then the way both of us act i think if i'm a passerby i would assume we are brother sister or very good buddies instead of a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what long-withstanding, steady, old relationship has turned us to. haih haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a couple tee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day two and still no one realise i'm back in blogsosphere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i'm super wu liao. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-7736669222031513086?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/7736669222031513086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=7736669222031513086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7736669222031513086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7736669222031513086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-drama-marathon-today-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-8193863869899564760</id><published>2008-05-28T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:53:46.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;:: genie in the bottle ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://j-na.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91 Posts, last published on Nov 3, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it *has* been almost half a year since i last blogged. WAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the little teeny-weeny readers that i had last time had long forgotten me. either that or they simply sick of coming my blog n see in remain de same old post. teehee.. my bad. blame it on my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why do i suddenly semangat banyak want to break the loong hiatus and blog again?? but then, not as if i had never pull tis stunt. i *always* blog blog then tak mau blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why u ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's back due to popular demand!! (buek! tak tau muka malu) hahhaha.. er.. cos i wanna earn a bit? so yea everyone, the purpose u all come to my blog now is to click on de ads. you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah..but then i might be so lazy that when de ads are finally up, it will be like months later. so bear with my writings as for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never bother to apply (do u need to apply?) or submit application to Nuffnang cos i hate commercialized and reader-minded blog. i hate but i read them. not real hate hate. just a slight dislike. especially when even the blogger HERSELF (well since most bloggers are girls) stated how she isnt writing what she feels like writing. instead, she's raking her brain thinking of what to write to entertain the readers. that is so like err.. jauh terpesong from the main purpose rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somemore the more popular their blogs become the more controversy it might caused. and since EVERYONE; ur boss, ur colleague, ur lecturer maybe?; are reading and judging your life, your self-obsessive pictures, your impulsive spending and your love life; that may get a bit uncomfotable. at least for me. if your face 5inches thick then mayb you can survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging is supposed to be urself and write what u think, u feel and u eat ;p readers is the side dish. what matters most is how you can express yourself freely on ur blog. however, people are now writing to impress instead of express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impress and express. the dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is how when i started blogging here, i only give my link to my folks. my closest folks. i then never have to put up a pretentious front or make an effort to try to entertain people i dun even noe. but that is where the problem lies. if i only give a handful of people my url, how am i goin to gain traffic and stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF i want people visit my website, i'm so gonna paste my link everywhere. msn personal message, friendster shout-out, facebook wateva. people are gonna see. people i like or dislike. people i noe or dunno. i can no longer post hateful post or sensitive offensive entry. but i dun wan........................................... i love my privacy more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there my folks. and since i dun think those that are *my* folks are gonna offend me in anyway, i guess it is save to say i'm not goin to offend anyone with my writings. i still remember those ol' blogging days when blogs create so much controversy. SO MUCH. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have grown and matured and i would not want to get tangle in any of those childish spiteful online "fight". hahahaha... flins noe perfectly well what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this handful of people plsplsplspls help me earn money by clickety click click. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is the purpose of this entry?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to break the long holidays??&lt;br /&gt;maybe yes maybe not. i hope my semangat dun die away so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what did i do the past 6months??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped updating my blog somewhere during my last last semester midterm. around november time.. so, exams and classes. i doubt much happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, the highly anticipating new life at my new room sort of din really work out. since i cant stand loneliness and my roomate cant get separated from her boyfriend. it's getting pretty much either me in the room alone, or i'm downstair staying with mr.v with the room left empty, or m and hooiling back sleeping together in the room. i tried to stay discipline and stay put in my room for this semester. i did pretty well till towards the end when exam looms near and i basically just stay at mr.v's house. it's for studying purpose. *it is!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about finals. i'm insomniac the whole exam time. but it only hits if the day after i happen to have exams. it is excruciating painful to want to sleep but cant sleep. to lie there on the bed hours long but ur sub-conscious just dun wanna come and invade ur consciousness. leaving you wide awake the whole night and feel like crap the next day. during that period of time, i pop panadol like sugar. mr.v is giving me a serious warning not to let that happen again. he is saying its just me overstressing myself. i cant stop it even if i noe. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to Cameron Highlands!! the day before that, i went to KL and have a nice heart-warming dinner get together with flins. it feels kind of weird now that everyone is no longer in bp. and we have to meet up at KL. whenever i look back those dinner pics i have this nice little warming thg gurgling inside me. i love get-togethers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my trip to Cameron Highlands. it is everything you can expect from it. we never took part in any of those tour. instead, we walk and travel on our own, making it pretty adventurous and memorable. those pictures i took look pretty nice eh? hehe..me and mr.v are like having photography competitions. see who take the better ones. our relationship are unusually weird =.= oh, and the best part, we have a queen size bed all to ourselves to rock and roll! a nice change from the usual single cramped bed. everyone noe how CH is very boring at night since the town is basically dead and little happens. we spend the night watching Astro Star Movie, which is pretty good. cos it airs Ice Age! so funny we laugh so loud we scared get complains. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to blog my whole trip in detail. it is *really* what you had expected from Cameron Highland. and ya..we wont go back there for another 10years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to the Redang Island trip next year March!! anyone wanna join me and mr.v?? travelling couple may be nice and romantic and all personal. but it is also a hassle when you want to take pictures with your background!! to take half length shoot of urself. and there is nowhere to put ur self timer camera. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am gonna start swimming everyday and do sit-ups (i never did this before u believe??) to tone my tummy for bikinis!! once i get back to malacca then. i am currently rotting in bp where there really is no one to go out with!!! haih sigh haih mayb that is why i started blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching drama everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i'm suppose to say what i did last 6month. but then i cant really remember lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall just leave it here. fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh wait, very random. everyone noe my life-long hatred towards ants rite. i just watched Indiana Jones-bla-bla-i-cant-rmb the-whole-name today. the jungle ants in the show can eat up a human beings! and the puss from it is EWWWWW. gross!!! i conclude i shall hate ants forever and ever after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lengthy i so long never blog become so lo so. haih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-8193863869899564760?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/8193863869899564760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=8193863869899564760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8193863869899564760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8193863869899564760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2008/05/genie-in-bottle-91-posts-last-published.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-2251081726445078531</id><published>2007-11-03T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:16:47.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm just tired and so i'm babbling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so busy the past few days. moving and shifting house really is damn hard work. elaborating how hard my hard work is now is even harder. so just forget it. but thanks to the guy! the guy who help so much without the least bit of complaint! hehe.. muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, everything moved in. furniture, utensils, mattresses, cupboard... all in. left me stil haven in. haha.. maybe tonight .............................. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room is soooo small. but i guess it's enough. just nice i think. :) later take some nice picture and post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new roomate is miss teo hooi ling! she's sleeping down while i'm taking up on the double decker. we purposely shift the bed away from the window so that no sunlight can pierce through it and wake us up next time. both are night people so i guess we shall get along alright. hehe.. kinda anticipating how our new lifestyle goin to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss vann and shen are taking the master room. with an attached bathroom! some more their room much bigger. i take picture you all compare next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last tiny room is for miss lee kee. mr.v's ex housemate. she's gonna stay a semester only. so for the coming third trimester we still haven found any tenant. :( anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we plan lots of stuff. i bought a google already. ling wan buy those big animal float then we can play by the pool. i so wanna play with the water! then there's the steamboat. hehe.. we missed those time back in ixora where we always have our tomyam steamboat. now we can regularly have feast! and invite people over! no more hassle and complaint of guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend lots of money already. gotta make a list and claimed back $$$. pokai liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finish my MUET writing, comprehension and listening this morning. dont have much time to finish my writing though. just simply ham pa lang all write in. :( dunno how's de result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i very am tui lo! get my 1st semester result yesterday. my engine maths B+!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only that B. rest all A leh.. though there's A- but i dun mind. i'm obsessed with A's. all that DAMNED DOOR's fault la. seriously lor.... if that never happen i might just scrap an A-. huhuhuhu. i learn that i should never ever again give up before i finish my exam paper. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGPA : 3.81 (the worst i have gotten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes starting this monday. timetable not bad. only tuesday having 8 am class. am gonna so depend on mr.v to fetch me up and down campus now. cos my new place is kinda far for walking distance. what happen if &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; happened? God forbids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rambling on and on on random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a Samuel &amp;amp; Kevin jeans for only RM29! original priced at RM119! no trying there but it fits well! hehehe.. happie! then bought a tub of Baskin Robin ice-cream on its 31st day offer. there still left half in the fridge. hmmmm... hehe.. planning to buy the iPanema slippers. it just look so comfy... but chou hooiling says look like auntie. -_- very expensive de auntie shoe ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep yesterday night. that explains my splitting headache this morning. am feeling tired now too but just dun wanna go sleep. me, contradicting. but life itself is contraditory so who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rambling stops here. have some HK drama here which people say very nice. showing on Astro On Demand. though i cant understand cantonese.....my chinese still can scrap a pass. haha.. til then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***i just thought of something to add!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated hooiling's birthday yesterday. cake courtesy of mr.m. mr.v and i like spies on mission like that. having a birthday target who keeps moving around make things even harder. haha.. anyway, we have fun! i was sweating all over by the time we sang the birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her birthday is on the 4th! meaning tomoro. so why we celebrate it yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos her mr.m ady warned all of us he wanna book her dear hooiling tonight. you noe...priorities.... we lose.... so sad......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p lazy wan send pictures, edit and post. next time la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you noe.... you could always repay our kindness by treating us to Equatorial Hotel Kampachi Restaurant Japanese Buffet. i'd be very delighted to go! weeeeeeeeeeee..... wahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-2251081726445078531?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/2251081726445078531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=2251081726445078531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2251081726445078531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2251081726445078531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-just-tired-and-so-im-babbling.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-7571301307777224407</id><published>2007-10-31T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:21:43.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What we did the night before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can everyone's mind not be so polluted and yellow? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was awake doing puzzle til 7 in the morning. mr.v was busy whacking the 'cucumber goblins' in Maple Story while trying to earn a few million mesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm only posting in now since i was so so so tired that day that i can barely walk to my bed and lie down and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the first night. i finished off the puzzle the second night, which is yesterday. there wasnt really much left after my first night effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you see.. my puzzle here is special one. i put everything together through the back, not the front :p hehehehhe. in other word, cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127177841981470898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RydlFROPOLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/n3hku3QjXtw/s320/71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;you think it is easy. it is not! low quality puzzles dont easily &lt;em&gt;fit&lt;/em&gt;. if you get what i mean. that comes with the low price inevitably. haha. anyway, i finish it. in 1 and a half night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the final work!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127178816939047106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rydl-BOPOMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/R9Q0HlRp4Xo/s320/72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mr.v had been keeping that box of puzzle to rot. we bought it during the trip to malacca, with dear and her then dear (vhan). hahahaha. i have only been with mr.v for three months then! and its nearly two years now! mr.v refreshed my memory by adding it had been there for four semesters. hahaha. and since i bought it for him. so why dont i be the goody person and finished it off straight? yeah..and that's what i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, been busy watching Heroes this few days. just left the last two episodes of Season 1. mr.v insisted i waited for him while he&lt;em&gt; chiong&lt;/em&gt; to make more mesos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-__________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love Hiro Nakamura! he so cute can die. hahahha. and Mok look so much alike him! seriously! dont believe me?? see it for urself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so gonna get killed for this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127179349514991826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RydmdBOPONI/AAAAAAAAANE/v_qhg16nNdA/s320/73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;damn sama muka right???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAHAHAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-7571301307777224407?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/7571301307777224407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=7571301307777224407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7571301307777224407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7571301307777224407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-we-did-night-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RydlFROPOLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/n3hku3QjXtw/s72-c/71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-601944828343066562</id><published>2007-10-28T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:18:29.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must say i have really good taste in music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have liked and loved that piano piece 'First Kiss' from Jay's movie Secret to bitssss. can loop the song for the whole night without getting tired of it. even in the library with the earpiece on, i still played that song again and again. it's really such a nice song, even without any lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even put it in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what! Jay himself thinks that that song is great too! he added in lyrics and extend the music and produced a new song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cai Hong" (Rainbow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.haoting.com/"&gt;www.haoting.com&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that time, i still remember saying: 'Someday, if ever anyone played that song 'First Kiss' to me, either strumming the guitar or playing the piano....i will just fall right in love with him right there and then!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr.v promised to play me that song someday. he had go learn somehow. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think guys who can sing, or play musical instruments are just so HOT! and putting down their ego, manliness and pouring their heart and soul into their voices or music could melt any girls. me included of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-601944828343066562?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/601944828343066562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=601944828343066562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/601944828343066562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/601944828343066562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-must-say-i-have-really-good-taste-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-6848307958598153743</id><published>2007-10-28T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:36:16.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 19th Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;editting photos take time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uploading the photos later take more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blogspot auto spacing which i cant figure out for what makes work even harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rearranging the order of pictures after i did everything might just kill me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm just gonna post everything up and forget about the sequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyOAVhOPOFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZucksEuw0-A/s1600-h/68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126081908061452370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyOAVhOPOFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZucksEuw0-A/s320/68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we are goin out for dinner! my birthday treat from mr.v. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126081603118774338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyOADxOPOEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Btvz0V7z1_E/s320/66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;shots before goin out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realise.....somehow...... i'm getting old!!! i look so damn matured in this picture. and dear unmercifully reminds me that it's the last year we stays in teen. nine&lt;em&gt;teen&lt;/em&gt;. next year there will be no more 1x!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN_xROPODI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yn0YbtdlQqU/s1600-h/65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126081285291194418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN_xROPODI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yn0YbtdlQqU/s320/65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; btw, this is the dress i mention before about my mum not letting me to buy but i secretly go buy still. :x i love the flowy pattern and colour. i shall have no comment on my taste pls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN_aBOPOCI/AAAAAAAAALw/-Auaa79ZDEw/s1600-h/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126080885859235874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN_aBOPOCI/AAAAAAAAALw/-Auaa79ZDEw/s320/64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had our dinner at Asian Havana Cafe. pester mr.v long ago to bring me there for the nice ambience and atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN-nxOPOBI/AAAAAAAAALo/wRlq9ob5Yi0/s1600-h/63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126080022570809362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN-nxOPOBI/AAAAAAAAALo/wRlq9ob5Yi0/s320/63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;mine.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126087117856782450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyOFExOPOHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fQlqX2CTxYk/s320/62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our drinks.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN99ROPN_I/AAAAAAAAALY/uXlwTcBA-TI/s1600-h/60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126079292426369010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN99ROPN_I/AAAAAAAAALY/uXlwTcBA-TI/s320/60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN9nxOPN-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KQIJnzaHA7Y/s1600-h/59+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126078923059181538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN9nxOPN-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KQIJnzaHA7Y/s320/59+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oohh...it's my birthday. so dun complain about the excessive narcissistic pictures of mine :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN9WBOPN9I/AAAAAAAAALI/ZEZzms6yOB8/s1600-h/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126078618116503506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN9WBOPN9I/AAAAAAAAALI/ZEZzms6yOB8/s320/58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doin the ghost-effect thg.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN8-xOPN8I/AAAAAAAAALA/eGP6rMTkUyE/s1600-h/57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126078218684544962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN8-xOPN8I/AAAAAAAAALA/eGP6rMTkUyE/s320/57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN8vhOPN7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/mcqRqj3OU3Y/s1600-h/56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126077956691539890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN8vhOPN7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/mcqRqj3OU3Y/s320/56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; peek-a-boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pictures at home. classes not yet started and its the last week of my holidays. wasting my time to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN8eBOPN6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/3JAEhFeSIEQ/s1600-h/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126077656043829154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN8eBOPN6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/3JAEhFeSIEQ/s320/55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN6hROPN5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/c0gEQgAOm9s/s1600-h/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126075512855148434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN6hROPN5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/c0gEQgAOm9s/s320/54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lil corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN5kBOPN4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Mqof-mmK-G4/s1600-h/53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126074460588160898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN5kBOPN4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Mqof-mmK-G4/s320/53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darlin mr.v woke up early today before me piggy woke up and sneaked out to buy me a bouquet of flower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN5RROPN3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZXChr9hUEPc/s1600-h/52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126074138465613682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN5RROPN3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZXChr9hUEPc/s320/52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; three roses for 'i heart you' *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day before my birthday, we went out kai kai. haven had a chance to go window shopping since back to malacca. many things to settle and stuff to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went around evening time and had McD (again!) before lepak around. then went Secret Recipe for i suddenly wanna taste their Durian Durian. not very nice actually. i prefer real durians. those bitter-sweet taste. hhmmppppp-ahh! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;found a phamplet on Sibaraku Japanese Restaurant. they are having their 12 aniversary celebration. so as promotion. 21 ala-carte sushi are goin for RM1.20 each! that is real bargain! and we stop by and eat again &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN20ROPN0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/s61EMXT-hBA/s1600-h/49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126071441226151746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN20ROPN0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/s61EMXT-hBA/s320/49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126070346009491218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN10hOPNxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uNjEzE9IIZc/s320/46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126071836363142994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN3LROPN1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/AYj7KdCv_ac/s320/50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice the two lumps of rice ball below. it's called teddy bear sushi. wth! hahahha. they have 'little mice sushi' and 'panda sushi'. hahahhahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126073545760126818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN4uxOPN2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XKbjs8o_9ZM/s320/51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;soft shell crab temaki. only RM1.20!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126070796981057314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN2OxOPNyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8jqSpjbKhZc/s320/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the very-cute way of arranging the chairs. half hanging on the table. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126071170643212082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN2khOPNzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/o1mR7Lx4Am0/s320/48.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall, our bill only came up to RM9++ we ordered altogether 7 dishes. i think the promotion lasts til 31st of Oct. but the banner in front of the shop changed the date to 30th Nov. so i dunno.. if its Nov then chou hooilin and ah shen, we all go makan together la wan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;other random pictures during shopping shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN1ghOPNwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nuTd5nx1EO8/s1600-h/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126070002412107522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN1ghOPNwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nuTd5nx1EO8/s320/45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the same pose. haha.. but mr.v lookie nice ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN1EhOPNvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KFu7qISS0LU/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126069521375770354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN1EhOPNvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KFu7qISS0LU/s320/42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gazing at some non-existent thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126069031749498594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN0oBOPNuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nJ-tQezywXk/s320/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt; preventing mr.v from taking any pictures showing the extra layer of fat down my chin :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN0QhOPNtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/h6SkMj2lJ8w/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126068628022572754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyN0QhOPNtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/h6SkMj2lJ8w/s320/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;collarbone and adams apple. sexyyyyyyy. wahahhahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh ya. my birthday present! almost forgot. dearies flincusez gave me a bottle of CKin2U perfume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126115297137211538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyOetBOPOJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/p8wS-amsrFY/s320/69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126115563425183906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyOe8hOPOKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/S-qI-ebDiMU/s320/70.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;hmmph.. what are you all implying??! *pretend deaf*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anyway, i found out about that present long before my birthday date. hehe.. thanks to me prying mr.v messages and winning in the game of scissors-paper-stone against him. haha.. but i'm surprised alright ((: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; expecting clothings you noe? hahahhaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love you all to bitsssssss!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks to my darlin for the watch, flower, dinner and company. thanks to flins for the CK. thanks to FEI ling for calling. thanks to everyone who wishes. really appreaciate lots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for i, being one lazy fella, never make it a habit to remember and send out birthday wishes. and knowing that a whole lots of people out there still remembers my birthday astounded me to no end. &lt;em&gt;hen gan dong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nineteen years old. nineteen years of existence. getting older by days. i cant believe it had already been two years since SPM. i cant believe i can almost tear down my P sticker. i cant believe i'm not not wearing uniform to school anymore. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cant believe time passed so fast. it seems like it's just yesterday i'm this young lil chubby girl, sitting on the passenger seat in my dad's car, on my way back home from tuition where i still wished upon the star. wish time had pass sooner and i can grow up faster......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i missed ........... a lot of things. throwing tantrum as a kid. fighting with my sisters over a candy. spiting my parents. crying about they being bias and siding my sisters. glued the calendar on the 27th Oct cos i'm so angry and i think they'll never even know if the day does come. glued it up to show it doent exist. harassing my mum to let me straighten my hair since standard six! missed those time i spend with flins, just mere talking and laughing at school. ponteng classes and sit by the corridor, talking about friends, love, and future. singing out heart loud like nobody cares. gossiping about people and always getting caught. haha! doin obscene stuff in the classroom. talk even when teacher ask us not to. join and mess around with interact. dolled up prettily for events. sharing love stories and happiness. narrowing chic fictions to 'the' exciting part. consoling each other when shit happens. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but whatever i missed from the past, i'm glad it all happen. for now, i crave. i crave for more in years to come. i wish our friendships last forever. even though we are far apart, we know each of us are always there for each of us. i wish my love stays and we can overcome everything together. i wish all my loved ones best in health where death claimed no one. i wish my studies get better and better though i do seemed to play too much. i wish to go for holidays. i wish i can graduate and find a high paying job. i wish i earn enough to buy everything i wanted. i wish for a happy family. i wish to someday go overseas. maybe even staying out there for good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wish for a lot of thing. but things wont just come tumbling in your way if one never put hard work and heart into what they did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for now, all i wanna do is enjoy my last teen years. live for now, now, NOW. as i always tell myself. may it be study, play, lecture or a bad hair day. now, not later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;suddenly, i talked too much. (:&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/29517953-6848307958598153743?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6848307958598153743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6848307958598153743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6848307958598153743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6848307958598153743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-19th-birthday-editting-photos-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RyOAVhOPOFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZucksEuw0-A/s72-c/68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-2131734078713031778</id><published>2007-10-24T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T07:47:44.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do guys always have to be that mindless, inconsiderate jerk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, given a whole free night, he had rather face his games than me? after much effort i only got him to my side again. and yet, barely 40 minutes had passed by before he was back to his game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i so undesirable so unattractive so uninteresting or wat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick of getting so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my usual reaction to his priority-difference is THE face. but now, even the face doesnt seem to have much effect on him. a few drawl of 'darlin........darlin.......' and a few teasing me of not being so petty and that's it. no more. back to his games once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again and again repeating the same cycle ever since we reached back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long week of hiatus isnt it suppose to be somewhat much closer and intimate between a couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. apparently he misses his god-damned game more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is back to his old-self and i'm back to that old grumbling lady. i hate myself for feeling like this but i cant help it. that's it. i'm ranting away. dun mind me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-2131734078713031778?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/2131734078713031778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=2131734078713031778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2131734078713031778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2131734078713031778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-do-guys-always-have-to-be-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-5495568101309853121</id><published>2007-10-23T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T05:45:22.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am back in Malacca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;everywhere's floodin on my way back. and so i was told there had been heavy rains the whole yesterday night til this morning. one would have thought i'm not around to be oblivious about this. but the truth is, i AM in Johor...but well .... sleeping -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124510046053150514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rx3qvG7rLzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ESg3YdRoF18/s320/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124510711773081410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rx3rV27rL0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/vmli6jbwdv8/s320/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;pity all those who are affected. but mostly are kampung areas. we passed by so many houses in the outskirt having water covered to their front door! poor fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124511699615559506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rx3sPW7rL1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0BdV1rI_L94/s320/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;wanted to take photos of it so i can blog about it. oh the trouble i went through.. it's not easy taking pictures in a moving car kay! and i give up soon enough. haha!&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/29517953-5495568101309853121?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/5495568101309853121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=5495568101309853121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5495568101309853121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5495568101309853121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/10/am-back-in-malacca-everywheres-floodin.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rx3qvG7rLzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ESg3YdRoF18/s72-c/31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-2945267974840409315</id><published>2007-10-22T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T03:20:51.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ajisen ramen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a token of appreciation to me buying her a present, my sis is treating me a meal. and i have long wanted to dine at that famous ramen shop, despite many no-good comments on it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124098987618152162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rxx04W7rLuI/AAAAAAAAAII/IL2c7ymGNtA/s320/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;how to say leh..... i must say i agree with the crowd. the food are ... not-so-good. nothing special to make me ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124103467269041954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rxx49G7rLyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/h2qVQbN7ttw/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is this promotion on weekdays lunch hour where ordering a bowl of ramen entitled you to buy any ala-carte for only RM2! so two bowls of ramen with 2 ala carte dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to-ton ramen. (i think i din spell wrong) a lot of fried pork with ramen. lei finish all the noodles and soup and the pork still left ALOT! this costs us RM14++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124101186641407730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rxx24W7rLvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tjsZuGDJahA/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;volcano smtg ramen. (i think so) cos it got 4chillies sign on the menu indicating it as a super spicy bowl of ramen. it's definately hot! but the special hot n spicy sauce is something like chinese "bak co" with "taucu". this also costs us RM14++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124101895311011586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rxx3hm7rLwI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zbksKj20l2Y/s320/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the two ala-carte side dish. baby octopus and fried white fish. the fried white fish sauce is delicious! it's a combination of the Thai sweet and sour sauce with mayonnaise. normal price for both dish is around 5-7 bucks. so RM2 is a good bargain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124094782845169346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RxxxDm7rLsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PDlmOFAeTnk/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124096208774311634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RxxyWm7rLtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yXKD73fOU04/s320/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the interior is nice but there is no customer to be seen. all empty.......... we are the only customers.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124102724239699730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rxx4R27rLxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1oc6Gb62EaA/s320/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;called pan on the way out whether she wanna join but get turned down. -_- she ate till full full liao she say. haha.. never mind. for the food there seriously no-good. we only managed to finish half a bowl each. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall, it's a waste of money!&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/29517953-2945267974840409315?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/2945267974840409315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=2945267974840409315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2945267974840409315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2945267974840409315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/10/ajisen-ramen.html' title='ajisen ramen'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rxx04W7rLuI/AAAAAAAAAII/IL2c7ymGNtA/s72-c/29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-9070309765181326547</id><published>2007-10-20T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:02:28.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i am deprieved from all that i wanted!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my darlin... but he's far away at Genting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my freedom. but i'm back in bp so what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want that dress yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how the story goes. mum insisted i go shopping with her, complaining she doesnt have anything new to wear for her teacher's day celebration. and i'm the poor victim ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went a few boutique shops in Soga. then went Summit Parade where my mum set on her quest to find THE dress. after a whole evening of non-profit walk, we came to a shop where at least some decent clothes can be seen hanging for display. as you all noe, bp is not quite a nice place to shop with its 'so called fashion' polluted by the majority of ah bengs and ah lians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in that shop alone my mum found 3 or 4 pieces to her liking. that's a record! for mum taste is er...how to say? in-her-opinion-fashion-is-what-she-like taste. and everytime she pass by any shop selling rag and cloth (..not that i dun agree) she just say out loud how she wonders these shops dun go bankrupt -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the shop. i think mum spended like an hour or more there. and in my boredom, i went around checking out its clothes too. and i found something i like very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a dress. those type that can be worn with jeans or just plain dress. the design is pretty and very spring-dress like. and it only costs RM38! and as usual, mum dun let me buy!!!!! i cooed and pouted. but seeing that she had already made up her mind, it doesnt really make much difference. ))): and she bought herself two pieces! see..... no fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i show my face. you noe...THE face. :p black and dark. cold and uninterested face. complaining that i wont accompany her shopping anymore next time. for what's the point? she can shop and buy whereas i cant! *fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back, mum tried to pacify me back (i'm sure that's because she scared nobody would wanna accompany her shop next time!) haha.. she said: "dont be sad lar..ok..i give you that 40bucks. you keep and spend but dun buy the dress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out mum doesnt really noe me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for given money, of cos i wouldnt complain.&lt;br /&gt;but between money and clothes, i prefer the latter :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i'm goin to sneak out and buy that piece this afternoon. no breaking my cover! shh... one regret though...for i showed mum that piece, and she definately might remember. so i cant wear back bp next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-9070309765181326547?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/9070309765181326547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=9070309765181326547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/9070309765181326547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/9070309765181326547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-deprieved-from-all-that-i-wanted-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-8639878988053567853</id><published>2007-10-19T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T23:46:03.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i changed my blog layout again! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went and changed the html codes of the orignal layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then using my some what amateur photoshop skill, i editted the original designer bitmap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so much time to spare; i'm wasting on satisfying my urge to edit. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually my original plan is to totally change the picture. putting my own camwhoring photos :p but then i feel it just dun fit with the layout. and there's the narcissistic criticism. so maybe next time. when i took just the right pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;List of Thing To Remind Myself To Do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. all those loose ends to my moving house.&lt;br /&gt;   - collect the money and count it right&lt;br /&gt;   - withdraw and beware of theft!&lt;br /&gt;   - packing my clothes and stuff at ixora (awwww....)&lt;br /&gt;   - moving all things to University View (UV) on 1st of Nov&lt;br /&gt;   - mop and clean the house beforehand, after my MUET&lt;br /&gt;   - telephone line and streamyx applications. ask around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my furnitures  &lt;br /&gt;   - moving furnitures. ways?&lt;br /&gt;   - cupboard. ask around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. prepare for my MUET&lt;br /&gt;   - watch english series (preferably Prison Break Season 3..what a nice excuse!)&lt;br /&gt;   - look back at Alpha Traces and Past years Questions book. (must okay..dun dilly dally again)&lt;br /&gt;   - remember to bring back my formal wear&lt;br /&gt;   - check my MUET speaking test date -____- and session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. learn my Katakana&lt;br /&gt;   - Practice!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. finish books which i read halfways&lt;br /&gt;   - Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;   - Everyday Miracles&lt;br /&gt;   - Cleo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. conditioned my hair. it is in awful grass-like condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. buy nice flavoured maggi mees, campbell soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. remind mr.v of my Jonker sushis and 31st Baskin Robin ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin to go back Malacca on 23rd, like i said before. due to my befuddled mind. but then...not as if i mind! cant wait to be back in Malacca with darlin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-8639878988053567853?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/8639878988053567853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=8639878988053567853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8639878988053567853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8639878988053567853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-changed-my-blog-layout-again-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-6720962414998272060</id><published>2007-10-12T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T02:16:42.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is one fcuked up day. absolutely nothing went okay, maybe except perhaps the fact that i arrived safely in bp an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i forgot when's my MUET exam speaking test suppose to be. is it 24th or 25th? i have my far-far away memory telling me it's 25th, and i remember 24th is because i need to come back earlier. MUET exam is on 7am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thennnnnnn... mr.v went destroy my confidence saying it's 24th morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm all confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we are goin back on 23rd. tuesday! meaning i'm not even back in bp for one and a half week! dad sure want leter again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i forgot to jot down my bank account number! everyone is banking in the rental n deposit for the new hoouse to me. damn.. and i need to pay the tenant by 25th. mr.v helped me solve my problem by giving me his account no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no big deal. but now i cant keep track how much everyone's paying me :(( he dun have a bank book to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head almost splitting with all those loose ends. see lar...play too much. chill too much. now back bp everything left hanging in malacca. serve myself right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-6720962414998272060?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6720962414998272060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6720962414998272060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6720962414998272060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6720962414998272060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-is-on-fcuked-up-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-8011295167938887708</id><published>2007-10-11T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:38:23.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday presents</title><content type='html'>so yippie yippie YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i struggled through the longest ever two weeks of examinations. ended quite okay on wednesday morning. phew...it was a close call nevertheles. for i totally skipped out the last topic. the last topic itself is insane. the night before when i read the notes i feel like bursting out loud crying for mummy.... it is so damn bloody hard. no joking. on the whole, i dont think i did very well for my final. but who did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let the past pass and worry only when de result is out. meaning there's still a three weeks interval to then! hehehe.. not much resting though..for my MUET exam is coming. i noe nothing about de format. nothing about what's goin to come out. i need some help here my cute pan pan. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight after exam, i went back home and sleep. cant sleep. -___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;why is that always when we cant do something that we want only then do we want to do? sounds pretty confusing. but my point is now that i have a lot of time to sleep my brain just wont shut down. hahaha.. but i sleep anyway. for a long two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping next! i haven bought mr.v's birthday present, which is long overdued, consider that his birthday falls on the 7th. went McD for dinner. in less than a month i think i had visited McD for no less than 5 times. thanks to that "buy one set free smtg smtg" coupon. but no thanks to the extra fat on my tummy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought alot alot of things yesterday! both me and mr.v total ependiture totaled up to a huge sum of RM650++ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what we buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120075586809310770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4pnm7rLjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pPP-N9xuJzM/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;front view. fulton adidas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120076085025517138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4qEm7rLlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FZPnGojheTQ/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;side view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120078206739361410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4sAG7rLoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9R8-oOnSgPs/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;adidas look so much nicer in pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120074757880622626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4o3W7rLiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AHdT7Z08kvQ/s320/userid87982time04143204.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me cam whoring with it. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120073520930041330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4nvW7rLfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dAFIvEN3TfQ/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120073808692850178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4oAG7rLgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2uR5-OtsynM/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;notice anything? but the pics are too small to be judged. first pic: big zits. second pic: no zits. behold the power of Photoshop! haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happie though its a bit early and meaning there wont be any more surprise after this. did i complain here before about mr.v playing a whole week of double drop rate from 12am to 5am even when we have classes de next day? well, it turned out he was trying to earn money for my present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he want to buy me something using his own money *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then added i still buey song him for this and nag him about maple maple. -.-" got scolded back pulak. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in return, i said. i also buy you something using my OWN money! i study real hard to get Hong Leong Scholarship money leh. hahhahahah. anyway, i didnt pay the whole sum for his shoes. it's bad taboo i think, to give shoes to people. it means asking him to go away. CHOI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought myself a pair of sandals as well. this time a more feminine one. i dunno if it might last for long.. for it looks kind of fragile. and i might get leg pain from it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120076767925317218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4qsW7rLmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/njOO3HrKVIk/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another purchase: my sister's birthday present. it's a birthday shopping spree on the whole! hahhaa. bought two BodyGlove wallets. one's mr.v and another is hers. since she keep leter she no present -___- but i never see u gimme present oso :p *hint *hint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120077321976098418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4rMm7rLnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dyOiKS5EYBA/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum of the day, we went Mori Cafe. saje saje. i was thirsty and mr.v say, alah...ady spend so much today. dun mind another few bucks. hahaha.. bought Cleo at next door bookstore and spend reading the last few page with mr.v in the cafe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HINT: last few pages. wahahhahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120078782264979106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4shm7rLqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3IVL0igbfsQ/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually we have a nice dinner on the night before mr.v's birthday day. went to Family Heritage House. only came to noe recently that Malacca seems to be pretty famous for its small cafe and dining houses with retired hotel chef! i noe there's another pretty good one near MP. Wok &amp;amp; Pan. they serve chinese and western. the food are all priced reasonably for my poor pocket. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, about Family Heritage House. it's family owned i think. in the past it served both chinese, western and baba nyonya. now they separate the western side to the upstair, where it is called Armada Western Dining (or smtg similiar..cant seem to recall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food and service there damn superb for an average looking restaurant. the serve us bread and butter while we waited for ur main dish. then the portion of servings are humongous for the price we paid for. some of the dishes we ordered on the day and before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120074414283238930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4ojW7rLhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7_X4puS8XB0/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;pan fried fillet in lemony and orangy sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120075857392250434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4p3W7rLkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GFeSJR6MM-4/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; grilled sirloin steak &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120078485912235666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4sQW7rLpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dB2yjVZY0n4/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;chicken chop in some sweet n sour sauce &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120080126589742770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4tv27rLrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BFt4TPZwCAA/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;chicken cordon bleu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***hahah...what if Heritage saw my entry and decided to sponsor me for life for praises? wah... (OK, wake up dy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin back tomoro. not sure what time, but there sure gonna be big jam everywhere. yeah...it's gathering time again! cant wait!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-8011295167938887708?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/8011295167938887708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=8011295167938887708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8011295167938887708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8011295167938887708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-presents.html' title='birthday presents'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rw4pnm7rLjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pPP-N9xuJzM/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-5517049897094370116</id><published>2007-10-08T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T01:09:11.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day..</title><content type='html'>blogging from an n95 now. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos we are both stuck outside de room with only router n modem available. No laptop. And why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos we lock ourselves out. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a day when we have final exam somemore. And as if that's not enough, we're locked outside with no house key, no room key, no car key, n no spare room key which is in de car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in 30 more minutes we're supposed to sit for our engine maths paper. Oh de flurry n hurry.. And it is ME who locked de room door without checking. Always i'd read out de check list everytime before i lock tat goddamn door. N just because i accidentally forgotten. In tat split second, de moment i bang tat door shut, mr.v shouted n proclaimed.. 'i left everything inside'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we are both desperate ppl dunno wat to do. Transport prob to sch to take exam is immediately solve for mr.v have friends who lives here n taking de same paper too. But how to go out? Cant possibly live de door all unlock lik tat? At de last minute possible his friend produced a lock. With key. Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching sch just in time for de paper. But where la ppl can possibly sit down calmly, thinking consistently, remembering back all de equations, n do maths i ask u. After such a fiasco. I dunno about u. But my serenity n clarity to solve maths has gone with de tension, desperateness, helplessness just a few minutes ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. I think i didnt do so well in that paper. I could have do better but i didnt. Totally i guess i lost 30marks..but i console myself for those question i didnt wrong on account me carelessness, but i simply cannot do. N even in my normal self i couldnt have did that.. See..i tried so hard to make deals with myself. I make my life hard for myself. I'm goin crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back home after de test. Oh ya..forgot to add. In our urgent hour, we took a hammer n bang wildly at de door knob. Haha.. We seriously dunno wat else to do. For mr.v left his wallet inside n we must produce our id during exam. De knob kemek a bit but it wont budge. Not even when mr.v tried to bang de door open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When senses come back a while later on his friend's car, mr.v called his owner if she has an extra pair.. Lucky for us, she have! But she isnt available til later in de evening. So there.. Both camping out in de living room. Trying vy hard to study. Just hope de owner dont ffk later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another paper to go.. Til then when freedom to NOT study is mine! ~.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-5517049897094370116?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/5517049897094370116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=5517049897094370116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5517049897094370116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5517049897094370116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-day.html' title='what a day..'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-9028542930079895428</id><published>2007-10-05T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T07:12:50.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exam woes</title><content type='html'>many memes to do. but i lazy :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recent tag from sharee,&lt;br /&gt;and another quite-some-time-ago tag from shen.&lt;br /&gt;plus another long-long ago by sharen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people having exam le... spare me lar.. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;already half dead. a week has passed yet my finals only half finish. and those finished most probably a goner. SIGH! other people like shen and hooiling already finish their exam now happie happie berfoya berlepak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I STILL STRUGGLING??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are still Engineering Maths paper on monday and Electronics 1 on wednesday. and by wednesday 11 am sharp ...i shall be a free bird! (not-a-very-happy bird maybe. for i seriously have a bad bad premonition on my Electronics paper.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that 11 am sharp thing reminds me of now-in-aussie-land-eric-khor who always used to msg me on dot congratulating me on finishing examss. the stupid thing we use to do. haha.. like sms dont cost a thing. well, actually 1cent is nowhere near a-thing huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams result surely not very good this sem. NOT cause i play too much, patoh to much, MP too much (quote mr.v) or sleep too much either. cos even Meiyan de Rajin oso cant cope with the mountainous amount of equations, theories and @#$%^&amp;amp;* that we have to cram into our brain. i must have kill some brain cells with stress. other cells had since &lt;em&gt;tepu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of us (namely me, mr.v n meiyan) can come out of exam hall saying: "err..dunno le..not sure like that. but then not sure at least better than dunno how to do lar hor? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam is so so soooooo hard. WUAWUAWUA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;)))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117853667083103698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RwZEy27rLdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VGTjKYKf2-c/s320/18072007211.jpg" border="0" /&gt; library scene. the hardworking side of us. (actually this pic was taken during midterm study i think. but still.. relevant to topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117854014975454690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RwZFHG7rLeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y0DYaKNVW9k/s320/04102007545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;spot what i'm trying to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-9028542930079895428?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/9028542930079895428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=9028542930079895428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/9028542930079895428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/9028542930079895428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/10/exam-woes.html' title='exam woes'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RwZEy27rLdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VGTjKYKf2-c/s72-c/18072007211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-8411140189592476252</id><published>2007-09-28T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T05:52:25.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally i stopped my self from muching all my munchy's chocochips.&lt;br /&gt;and washed my hand.&lt;br /&gt;and quit reading random blog.&lt;br /&gt;and get down to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn full now. feeling faaaaattt. finish my whole big packet of fried singapore beehoon with lots of sour sour chilly. those jeruk type de. plus limau kasturi to squeeze on top. damn suka. haha.. sour sourish. mr.v say i siao. -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if that's not enuf, i sapu mr.v leftover portion of mee mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and having tat itchy tooth, polish off my choco cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloated to max now wey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read half a chapter of my field theory today. seriously masuk brain type of read lar. spend another half of day sleeping. then spend another few hours helping hooiling and shen move there stuff into my part of room. now my half portion of room is officially de new store room. pity candy have to make room for all those junks. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got my fluffly nice-smelling pillow and blanket and bring them along back to mr.v's house. now no two heads need to fight for the pillow! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting to fret not enuf time for me to finish study field theory. the hardest so-up-to-ur-imagination abstract subject. :(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to share this some times ago. but you noe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastinate then ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyway, me and mr.v. we can &lt;em&gt;electrify&lt;/em&gt; each other. seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun mean the "u look at me, i look at u - eye electrifying" or the passion feel electrify la! there are time that 's so but .. hehehe. that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i mean here is he electrified me by touchin. u noe when u study physics there's this thing call electrostatic right? like u geser an non-magnetic item and it will somehow become magnetize. and that's WHAT i mean.... dun let ur imagination run wild pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think he must be the only one person tat have &lt;em&gt;tien&lt;/em&gt; me so many times. whenever we go shopping and accidentally grazed each other by the hand, i have to jump away. cos it's really electricity! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. mr.v just finish bathing. it's my turn to pom-pom! and gambatte to my study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-8411140189592476252?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/8411140189592476252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=8411140189592476252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8411140189592476252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8411140189592476252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-i-stopped-my-self-from-muching.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-7119442394743421106</id><published>2007-09-27T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:50:15.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>final next week. and i stil cant get that IT'S-FINAL-SO-BUCK-UP mood. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no good no good. taking five subjects this semester. for now i only skimpily scan through three of it. field theory is on monday and i haven even touched it! plan to.. but online then who noes, its 12. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate EP burger. ate 1 and a bit bit of mr.v's burger for dinner. he ate two! fatso :p starve myself to wait til 9.30pm just for burgers. why do burger stall open so late??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise myself to study after dinner but ended up reading random blogs. why are others people blog so fascinating but not mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE IS SO DULL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr.v is complainin he wants to sleep soon. and i cant study without him being awake for i scare alone. i dunno since when my dare stone grow so tiny -.- and he always sleep so early. and my study bug only comes AFTER midnight. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this clashing of study mood is not goin to well.... study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-7119442394743421106?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/7119442394743421106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=7119442394743421106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7119442394743421106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7119442394743421106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/09/final-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-9132451254969369932</id><published>2007-09-16T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T10:09:47.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cut my fringe earlier the day before i came back to malacca. cut then regret. typical me. now looking more childish than ever. just because i wanna save some bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for if i cut in malacca it surely gonna charge a 5bucks for that few strings of hair. bp rates is just 2bucks! but still i'm planning on having it longer then go back to the 5bucks shop for better haircuts. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110839501911887346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Ru1Zctd-DfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2rW6yn3Z1Mg/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the upon reaching malacca, somewhere around 5 after cleaning and packing out, we cooked &lt;em&gt;mi hun kuey&lt;/em&gt;! mum packed all those ingredients for me and my "mates". hehehe.. shen, i told my mum i shared food with you! so if she ever asked you anything, please do &lt;em&gt;go with the storyline&lt;/em&gt; kay? muaxxx! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110849642329673266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Ru1iq9d-DjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kaCOwHfVzF0/s320/16092007514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;such a big bowl for the glutton. hint: it's not me!!! grrr..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110849908617645634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Ru1i6dd-DkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NfBaV3f4oL8/s320/16092007517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and he finished the whole bowl! while i cant even finish my smaller portion. he is SUCH a &lt;s&gt;glutton&lt;/s&gt; sweet guy for finishing everything we cooked. ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;dad finally let me move! Thanks SO Much &amp;amp; Love You Dad! though i may never said that out aloud. hehehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so many hehehe(s). feeling so cheeky. &lt;/p&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/29517953-9132451254969369932?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/9132451254969369932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=9132451254969369932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/9132451254969369932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/9132451254969369932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cut-my-fringe-earlier-day-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/Ru1Zctd-DfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2rW6yn3Z1Mg/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-4513228259130364445</id><published>2007-09-15T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:40:48.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/programmes/hardtalk/6992908.stm"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; for video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every Malaysian should watch it. though it's certainly not the most glamourous thing, but &lt;em&gt;we should know what our government have in store for us.&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sarcasm* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Malaysia is not an easy to govern..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and he never answer any of her questions! keep bloody trying to explain all in his other &lt;em&gt;goodiegoodie&lt;/em&gt; words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah..we know that. and i swear if i could afford one day, i'll emigrate. no offence Malaysia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-4513228259130364445?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/4513228259130364445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=4513228259130364445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/4513228259130364445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/4513228259130364445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/09/click-for-video-every-malaysian-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-6868535989853044535</id><published>2007-09-13T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:12:33.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sushi bonanza</title><content type='html'>WAH.. i really got a serious problem. editting photos til wee hours in the morning satisfies my unknown pleasure. i'm soooooo weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never know. but seems like few ppl been linking me ((: thanks to sharen and avis. but nothing much you can expect from my blog cos i am, as you can see; a very lazy blogger. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the twice-a-year Sushi King Bonanza again! the much awaited (or should i say the only) discount promotion in which all kaiten belt sushies go for TWO bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have this very bad habit where i couldnt make up my mind whether or not i should go somewhere. i would appease myself with all sorts of reason not to go the other day. the next day, i would change my mind again. mr.v had a hard time coping with my extreme mood swing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after a bit of pestering mr.v, hesitating whether to splurge or not. we decided to invite the gang and go. but by today, Nycol is sick of sushi for she has eaten ALOT of it in past two days. asking Shen alone would be kinda weird. so we both go. alone ((: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109790292941082034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RumfMtd-DbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/STNkq-Q1t8I/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's a date! well... as usual. he seems a bit reluctant in the photo. like &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;..... :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and lucky we went in two. for at 4pm, both hungry scavengers who had eaten nothing since morning groaned so loudly when we saw a line outside Sushi King outlet at Jaya Jusco. just when we were discussing whether to eat others or went MP, the waiter called for 2person seat. nobody in the line were couple. how lucky we were!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we walked straight in! (((((((((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109790962955980226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rumfztd-DcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2HlqIVEzTNY/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rows of sushies......................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109791108984868306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rumf8Nd-DdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_yElMuZVo3Q/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sushi King is much generous this year. there were a lot of REDs and PURPLEs plates compared to last year where they on come out like once every blue mooon. we ate to our hearts content. ahhhhhh..... the fried salmon is nice. the shrimp fritter is nice too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but you know what's the nicest??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109791306553363938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RumgHtd-DeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vl4zd6Av91Y/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my unagi sushi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and they keep coming out! 6bucks per plate and i'm getting it at 2bucks. &lt;em&gt;fabulosa~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the bill came up to RM36++. not too expensive but we got scammed! haha..not the outlet fault but our own. never notice the solid pink thg. solid colour goes for the same price as normal. and we wrongfully choose a plate of not-very-nice-like-fish-ball costing us extra 2bucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nevertheless, i love my sushies. i can still taste the unagi from my &lt;em&gt;burp&lt;/em&gt; hours later. *very disguting, i noe :p*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: i used the wrong colour for my border again! why is it soooooooo hard? i should change my blog layout to white! i WILL, when i have time. hmmph!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-6868535989853044535?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6868535989853044535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6868535989853044535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6868535989853044535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6868535989853044535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/09/sushi-bonanza.html' title='sushi bonanza'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RumfMtd-DbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/STNkq-Q1t8I/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-8076921758527170490</id><published>2007-09-08T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T12:17:44.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>series of event</title><content type='html'>well, the title sounds alot like the Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. though all may not be THAT unfortunate, these are events well-noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasnt really wanted to blog. you all shoud noe me better than i do (:&lt;br /&gt;but well, since someone *wink* had been saying he cant tahan see my face anymore on the 1st post, i should really blog. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the four housemates with their two bfs when eating and shooping yesterday. just for fun..since it's been so long since we last when out lepak-lepak together. and so we binge in to the four-hour-long-buffet-steamboat-cum-barbeque-korean-style at Seoul Garden. and mind you, that's all i ate yesterday. no breakfast no dinner. including tax plus plus, it is RM21++ per pax. not too bad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLrhbrbsPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U7W0xyVofVM/s1600-h/07092007483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLrhbrbsPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U7W0xyVofVM/s320/07092007483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107903886989701362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see see! the four of us. i'm coming to realise i'm so tied to number 4! four for flins and four of the best housemates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for movie after that. Invasion starring Nicole Kidman and the cute Ollie! quite a nice show.. and then we shopped around and by 8.oo it's time to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when mr.v was starting the car and reversing out, he can feel there's something wrong. the steering was a bit tight. for my part, i just feel it's too rocky. the car was not moving as smoothly as before. we intended to ignore it but it just get worse. so after we exited MP carpark, mr.v parked the car by the roadside and checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo and behold. the tyre punctured! "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tayar pancit!!&lt;/span&gt;" he exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLqLrrbsMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ifr0jYpbiYM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLqLrrbsMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ifr0jYpbiYM/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107902413815918786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to my credit, the tyre which is on MY side punctured. and so you can very well imagine how the evil-chou hooiling's mouth blabber on n on n on..... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLqX7rbsNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/iaaElV2ZEZU/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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLqX7rbsNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/iaaElV2ZEZU/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107902624269316306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's mr.v first time experience! so are ours. haha.. he just had a vague idea what to do.. maybe from her mum previous lecture on the unexpected. he took out the tools and the hazard sign. only then did i noe every car is equipped with the changing tyre equipments. the high-jack and those thingie required to unloose the screw and stuff. first-hand experience man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLqwrrbsOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sOE2OrWmuEY/s1600-h/07092007487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLqwrrbsOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sOE2OrWmuEY/s320/07092007487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107903049471078626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we noe too little to come in handy. we don't even noe which direction is the screws suppose to be unscrewed! haha.. ahShen called her dad and he said its anti-clockwise. so remember that! and we phoned Mok, the friendly-Malaccan-resident who happened to be evil-chou hooiling's bf. they went home earlier but headed back to MP to help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la~ the whole thing lasted for half an hour or so. Malaysians are just so typical Malaysians. never lend a helping hand ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all for my first-time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tayar pancit&lt;/span&gt; experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;breaking and shocking news! Ixora apartment, the place where i live seems to have no ending in its suicides. its really bad to have high building in Malacca. i come to noe that.. and yea..this second time someone commited suicide. it was a girl from the girls block. and rumours said its from the 10th floor! just a floor above mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scary!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never see anything. the whole time i wasnt at ixora at all. and guess i'm not going back any soon. maybe few more days later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrrrrggggghhhhh!! and it's stil the chinese lunar seventh month! ixora must be cursed or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay okayyy... dun talk about that anymore! so eerie.. alot of things happen to flins so recently. so much stuff - happy and sad, blessing and disappointment, joy and grief, had bestowed flins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON FLINS.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, we still have each other to hold on to to. likewise, we also have each other shoulder to lean on and cry. just like we still have each other laughter to share  the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLzUrrbsQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NMd4Okv6VQ0/s1600-h/dearie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLzUrrbsQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NMd4Okv6VQ0/s320/dearie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107912464039391490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flins1: secret should be shared!!!! you hear me??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLzerrbsRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/e0FINx8XDos/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLzerrbsRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/e0FINx8XDos/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107912635838083346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flins2: love antics are what we lurrrrve to hear :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLz4LrbsSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-HLqidUMWTU/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLz4LrbsSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-HLqidUMWTU/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107913073924747554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flins3: dun you ever dare to contract the stupid-Taurus disease. haha! call us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;loves, misses and cares!&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/29517953-8076921758527170490?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/8076921758527170490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=8076921758527170490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8076921758527170490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8076921758527170490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/09/series-of-event.html' title='series of event'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RuLrhbrbsPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U7W0xyVofVM/s72-c/07092007483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-7801609316195982049</id><published>2007-08-09T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:07:28.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrtXfOpViAI/AAAAAAAAADw/Hf-jOBtOkWY/s1600-h/mosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrtXfOpViAI/AAAAAAAAADw/Hf-jOBtOkWY/s320/mosaic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096763597318883330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;muahahaha.. i multiplied into thousands and millions! beating both pan n chng :p&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/29517953-7801609316195982049?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/7801609316195982049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=7801609316195982049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7801609316195982049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7801609316195982049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/08/muahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrtXfOpViAI/AAAAAAAAADw/Hf-jOBtOkWY/s72-c/mosaic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-6724905515086116656</id><published>2007-08-09T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T05:56:51.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrsOWepVh_I/AAAAAAAAADo/Axq1V2KtbOE/s1600-h/samepose+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrsOWepVh_I/AAAAAAAAADo/Axq1V2KtbOE/s320/samepose+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096683182646200306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wasting my time and editting to my hearts content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, that hutan lipur pic is way long ago...when we just started. and the other pic was taken yesterday! u say same or not??! haha..&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/29517953-6724905515086116656?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6724905515086116656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6724905515086116656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6724905515086116656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6724905515086116656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/08/wasting-my-time-and-editting-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrsOWepVh_I/AAAAAAAAADo/Axq1V2KtbOE/s72-c/samepose+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-1942290221232805512</id><published>2007-08-09T03:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T04:05:21.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up for GRABS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrrzuOpVh-I/AAAAAAAAADg/Bm8NI0xGUbg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrrzuOpVh-I/AAAAAAAAADg/Bm8NI0xGUbg/s320/Untitled-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096653903854143458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for the giraffe which is MINE, take ur pick my dear FLINS!&lt;br /&gt;first come first serve ((:&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/29517953-1942290221232805512?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/1942290221232805512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=1942290221232805512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/1942290221232805512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/1942290221232805512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/08/up-for-grabs.html' title='up for GRABS!'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrrzuOpVh-I/AAAAAAAAADg/Bm8NI0xGUbg/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-7046761924640943395</id><published>2007-08-06T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:20:37.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rrdve-pVh5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/YQPPjvZiOUk/s1600-h/keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rrdve-pVh5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/YQPPjvZiOUk/s320/keys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095664081396139922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;keychains for two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrdvI-pVh4I/AAAAAAAAACw/T0InJJCwNuA/s1600-h/burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrdvI-pVh4I/AAAAAAAAACw/T0InJJCwNuA/s320/burger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095663703439017858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gigantic burger. burgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrdvxupVh6I/AAAAAAAAADA/XouKg0K6fZo/s1600-h/genting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrdvxupVh6I/AAAAAAAAADA/XouKg0K6fZo/s320/genting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095664403518687138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;editting random pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrdwLOpVh7I/AAAAAAAAADI/COr96Rz3DzQ/s1600-h/quenary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrdwLOpVh7I/AAAAAAAAADI/COr96Rz3DzQ/s320/quenary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095664841605351346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrdwmOpVh8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/5seW8_yiMYQ/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RrdwmOpVh8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/5seW8_yiMYQ/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095665305461819330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lurves.lurves.lurves ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rrdz4epVh9I/AAAAAAAAADY/xbZ55k6lrtQ/s1600-h/09072007088-0011copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rrdz4epVh9I/AAAAAAAAADY/xbZ55k6lrtQ/s320/09072007088-0011copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095668917529315282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and alas.. love myself! :p&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/29517953-7046761924640943395?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/7046761924640943395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=7046761924640943395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7046761924640943395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7046761924640943395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/08/keychains-for-two-gigantic-burger.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rrdve-pVh5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/YQPPjvZiOUk/s72-c/keys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-5794420857124987422</id><published>2007-07-12T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T04:28:51.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala~</title><content type='html'>Hong Leong Foundation Scholarship is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; giving me 20k a year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippie ya ya yippie yippie ya! (totally opposite feelinig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; 20k IS &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; enough for my fees and living expenses ALTOGETHER. woohoo.. hong leong rocks! thanks from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when dad called just now after receiving the offer letter, he sounded full of joy and pride. kinda touching. haha.. weird sort of feeling. cos our family is not the kind that SHOW their feeling. if you get wat i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, very happy and jumpy and HUNGRY now. going Bon Odori tomoro. i just know a few SPBians are goin too. OK, sure lots of fun and photographs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;nana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: not very good news. HONG LEONG haven confirm gimme 20k. it's written ther &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;UP TO 20 000&lt;/span&gt;. my papa too happie din notice that phrase. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-5794420857124987422?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/5794420857124987422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=5794420857124987422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5794420857124987422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5794420857124987422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/07/lalala.html' title='lalala~'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-7733413711887975505</id><published>2007-07-12T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:55:42.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happie day</title><content type='html'>it's my happy one and a half year anniversary today! or the day just before midnight just now. does time seem to pass so fast or too slow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RpZoa3YM6rI/AAAAAAAAACo/r7ZYkKA3Klw/s1600-h/12072007111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RpZoa3YM6rI/AAAAAAAAACo/r7ZYkKA3Klw/s320/12072007111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086367639912901298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm kissed! i look damn siaopo and mr.v look damn terpaksa. -.-" we are in a public place for god's sake. at Xuan music cafe where we planned a surprise for Nycol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her birthday is on the 15th. yesh...i WILL remember that next year.. haha.. and as she's goin back this weekend, we planned to celebrate earlier. well, we put in a lot of effort for her surprise kay. for i even "almost break up" with mr.v. wahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, at first we wanted her to come over our place. console me and cry with me.. those sisterly stuff. and the moment she comes into the house, tadah! happie birthday! anyway, the plan went through a thousands of changes due to a lot of circumstances. so when i msged her just now and ask her over, she said she already promised her friends. and they are goin to Xuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, heheh, WE went to Xuan too. funny stuff happen. it's a lot of laughter, fun and tears for her. the truth is, even her bunch of friends who move faster than us planned a surprise for her. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do..her friend is BOSS man. boss of Xuan, so waiter call us wait. their surprise comes first. nene pupu. haha.. so Nycol ended up entertaining both parties. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RpZnUnYM6qI/AAAAAAAAACg/BVeDXuK_izc/s1600-h/12072007106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RpZnUnYM6qI/AAAAAAAAACg/BVeDXuK_izc/s320/12072007106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086366433027091106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; XOXO heartwarming XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happie early birthday to Nycol the daikajie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a video for enjoyment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i93.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid93.photobucket.com/albums/l61/joanna_seng/cfde39b6.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-7733413711887975505?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/7733413711887975505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=7733413711887975505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7733413711887975505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7733413711887975505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/07/happie-day.html' title='happie day'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RpZoa3YM6rI/AAAAAAAAACo/r7ZYkKA3Klw/s72-c/12072007111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-2243407792371420484</id><published>2007-07-10T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T08:47:17.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>temper</title><content type='html'>that's what i'm slashing about to my beloved ones.&lt;br /&gt;bad me. bad bad me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting really short tempered nowadays. cant stand being ignored even for a while. cant brush of a small matter as nothing. make a whole big fuss out of a small mole hill. when the anger is smoldering, no amount of Angel in me can talk around my Devil to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously being petty. even i NOE that, but my tantrum wont cease. but well, at least, my temper is short, as in SHORT-tempered. leave me alone and when Devil goes sleep i shall be that lovely nicey Angel again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having someone to eney too much is spoiling me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-2243407792371420484?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/2243407792371420484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=2243407792371420484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2243407792371420484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2243407792371420484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/07/temper.html' title='temper'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-6624745775923477375</id><published>2007-07-08T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:10:43.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>i guess... people do grow up. and change. so it is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do we accept the change or do we run from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few years back, i may know the deepest secret of him, but i also knew his naiveness and playfulness, outspoken-speak-without-thinking manner which causes him lots of trouble. BIG troubles. but then, NOW, a few years later.. he is no longer the 'he' i noe. no longer the playful, humorous, hilarious, funny guy i use to hang out with. cant even reply his message without thinking twice if i sound like some madwoman or crappy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i did noe he is no longer him waaaay back. but it's a bit different now compare to then. last time, he disappointed me. and that changes my opinion on him. ol' story doest have to tell twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, he is a new man. he talks like an insurance agent. even in text messages. awed me! but hey...that's not the person i noe. i dont feel comfortable at all. seriously. i noe i may be a bit paranoid since it's all in text. but i just can form all those words and imagine him saying that all out. it freaks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has grown so much since i last see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is talking/prepping to me about how i shud be planning for a finance thingie to guarantee my future. heck, i din even think that far! not my graduation, not my job, not my future. just getting myself straight now would quite content the procrastinator in me. and here's the man telling me if i save a hundred bucks a month now, i can get thirty nine thousands 20 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm both awed and pissed. (how could a person have so much emotion at one time?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awed by his aspiration and sense of guidance. his professional way. his well-planned future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed by his way of speaking (texting, whatever) the irony is, he IS the one that told me once, about how there are a thousand ways of misinterpreting a person msg. tone factor. one may not mean it but another may see it from the other point of view. SMSes are subjective and judgemental. its just up to you whether you wan to see it from a good way or vice versa. okay, where i was just now? yeah..his way of speaking. i noe he meant good and all. asking me to invest for my future, but wasnt it like .... business? on friends? c'mon. i just want a casual talk. and suddenly you swerved to the topic saying wanna make a financial plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude, count me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i didnt think about future far and good enough. but i noe one thing. if i finish my studies, getting first degree and all. how bad could i go? arrogant i may sound. but that's reality right? in a society that favours grades and As. yeah..there are some who excels without any paper qualification. my best example would be my cousin. i admire her like mad! but how many more? how many in  a ratio of 100? 1000? one mayb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's for the good of my future i noe. buuuuuuut, hmmmm.... ok, just imagine an salesperson promoting his stuff, buggerin right? but people dun do that on friends do they? or are friends now the easy targets as they never dare to turn you down??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best to convey my thoughts here. in my best tone as well. i hope no one gets offended. it is all JUST YOURS TRULY OPINIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****everything sounds so deep all of a sudden. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-6624745775923477375?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6624745775923477375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6624745775923477375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6624745775923477375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6624745775923477375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-5143170256670521858</id><published>2007-07-05T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T08:32:37.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random talks</title><content type='html'>that must have been my longest hiatus ever since i set up this blog. am i right? enough complaining! haha.. life's hectic barely leaving me any space to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? you dun believe me? how about everyday four out of five days having to wake up at 7.30, leaving home even before 8 morning .... and  continuously outside til midnight. that's barely human like. well, tat's what i'm goin through this past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel the cycle of temperature for the whole day. the morning when the sun just came out and the cold wind billowing sweeping away the traces of last night storm, the gradual hotten ing til noon where it reachest its peak and stay there for the whole farking day. the evening when everythg finally cool down but the food court is still so hot. and night when the frog or insects/cricket/whatever start their noise-making session. and for some unexplainable reason my room is HOT! comparably to other housemates' room. that's not FAIR! is the wind hating me by any chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea..you would say you FEEL de whole "temperature thingie" too. but try feeling it outside a whole day. even when you find solitude in ur room, you felt sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm having cough for quite some time. but in yours truly opinion, i am quite sure its not getting better any sooner even when i'm downing gallons of water a day AS i'm munching lil seemingly harmless M&amp;M from time to time. :p oh....so serve me right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am busying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, studies! and its not the studies itself. its de classes. classes which you have to attend even though the lecturer drrrrrrrrrrrrrrawl and rrrrrrrrrrrroll his word so much that you barely underrrrrrrrrrrrstand anything. you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the classes. i'm getting my worst time table in my history of studying! minus monday which i just changed the class, the rest of my week classes start at 8.00 morning!! which means getting up at 7.30 every morning! (when everyone is still so soundly sleeping on bed. pout pout!) beside getting the earliest classes for the week, yours truly oso very luckily hit jackpot by getting all the latest classes. big congrats. from monday til thurs all my classes end at 7.00 pm. and that's the latest day time classes for MMU standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on some days, i have 10 hours lectures plus lab straight on! a day has only 24hours. minus my sleep, eat, bathe time, do your maths and see how much i'm left. so pity me. i pity myself. huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, being very bo liao indeed, i took up Japanese Language Class, which, i STILL need to pay fifty bucks a months for two 1.5 hour classes everyweek. i'm still in debt with JLS for the remaining 150 bucks as the want whole payment (for the whole semester, tat is 4months altogether) i wouldnt say its a bad thing, learning a new language and all.. i'm quite interested, at least. but the truth is.... its really tiring. my classes, which already seem never ending, never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, its worth the effort and time. next time i can scold you in Japanese :ppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is my club thingie. meetings, agms, gatherings, ice breakings, camps.. pheww. haha.. anyway, i must have caught the NI HON (Japan) fever. clubs i joined are all directly and indirectly in line with Japanese. anime, jap language society.. weird. all mr.v 's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. and i'm goin to Shah Alam on 14th July for the Bon Odori trip. some japanese festival in malaysia. "supposedly" the largest Bon Odori of the rest of the lil bon odoris. there's be dancing, japanese mei mei, ppl in yutaka and kimono. it sounds boring to me actually. and past experience from friends tell me guys would love it more than girls. for you see, the japanese mei mei factor. but well, they are goin The Curve too. so mr.v gets to see mei mei and i get to go shopping. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am planning to buy a laser printer. any models to recommend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i'm so random. no point poiting it out. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus plus, i got the Hong Leong Foundation Scholarship. amount not yet confirm so Flins please wait patiently for my treat. no extravagance since i'm soooooooo broke :(( but dad insisting i apply for JPA too. supposedly, i mean SUPPOSEDLY i get la..which shud i choose? no bondage at Hong Leong there but amount shud be just enough to cover my fees nia. JPA should be able to feed me without dad giving any cents til i graduated BUT bonded for 6 or 7 years. opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's only a SUPPOSEDLY question. as if my luck suddenly turn 180 degree and scholarships are throwing themselves on me. since when had that EVER happen? nah.. so, it's just an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing, i guess it had bee so long since i never blog and i never mention bout my result. my last semester for Alpha sucks big time. getting TWO B+, 1 A- and 3 As. that two Bs from Physics III and Physics Lab II. both having the same lecturer. he surely must have a grudge or something on me. haha..  overall, my CGPA stays at 3.94.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let bygones be bygones. lucky me Alpha year result are not goin into my CGPA for my degree programmes. or am i goin to say unlucly me in future? Beta didnt really start all that well for me. sometimes i even sleep in lectures. good sign bad sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling myself now and here! study when its time to study. procrstinate too much and its me who suffer. buuuuuuuuut then..its just the beginning, if not relax now then when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently watching Prison Break season 1. haha.. i now i damn outdated and the show dunno out til which season dy. but that show is nice!! miller wensworth is cute even in botak head. wahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, i have blogged! finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its SHOW time. and its already 11.29 pm. back home at 10 smtg. time passes sooo fast. soooooo, my brain is working on a plan of skipping tomoro 8morning one hour lecture and sleep til my fullest AND having the energy to go shopping tomoro afternoon! hehehe.. acc mr.v watch Transformer for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. when i dunno. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-5143170256670521858?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/5143170256670521858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=5143170256670521858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5143170256670521858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5143170256670521858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-talks.html' title='random talks'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-4742068353371435510</id><published>2007-05-24T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T05:21:19.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RlV9ZjklEWI/AAAAAAAAACY/U1cSH-X6z4k/s1600-h/240520071188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RlV9ZjklEWI/AAAAAAAAACY/U1cSH-X6z4k/s320/240520071188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068094833674228066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick. these are the medicines i am consuming thrice a day. some twice a day. i'm coughing, flu, post-feverish and having sore throat all in a go. so kelian rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lai lai.. faster shower me with tonnes of your lurvessssssssss. muahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, finally....finish my last paper today. chemistry.. didnt fare quite well like last few papers but well, let bygones be bygones.... hopefully stil got enuf marks to deduct before reaching de B region. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm planning for trip to kl. one of my housemate sudden family member pass away (condolences....) and she couldnt make it and our accomodation is now all wrecked! flusterring where to stay and transportation prob.. it's taking a tol on my druggy and groggy head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my voice is soooooooo sexy now!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-4742068353371435510?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/4742068353371435510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=4742068353371435510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/4742068353371435510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/4742068353371435510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-sick.html' title='i&apos;m sick'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RlV9ZjklEWI/AAAAAAAAACY/U1cSH-X6z4k/s72-c/240520071188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-442052054641381712</id><published>2007-05-15T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T09:44:20.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new look</title><content type='html'>i changed my template! after so very de berrie long. looking good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see see.. i tell you. there's no better time to do such time-consuming html coding. I AM HAVING FINALS! and this is what i am doin on monday night. when i still have English on Wednesday and Applied Maths on Friday. that's why i say... only when one have very very little time to fool around only do they seem to blog more and do totally irrelevant thing, such as changing my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;*speechless in myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i finish my Physics paper this afternoon. though i'm all hustle and confused and vy unsured when i'm answering, i guess it would turn out alright. no more 14/30. that's it! cos when we discussed solutions later on, seems like my doubt and unsureness are correct. phew.... the humid and hot condition in the Exam Hall didnt help to clear my mind either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. so we finished de exam. mr. v and i decided to go mcD study for Applied. we are very hardworking k.. haha.. HOWEVER, even after we finished both packets of french fries and nuggets and big mac, we are STILL talking. talk talk talk.. it feels good in a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darlin is my best friend too! that's a nice thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, no lovey dovey and hanky panky. it's time to study! going library whole day tomoro to STUDY! so that i dun have my laptop, housemates as interference. haha.. we tend to overlook books when we are all together. not a good habit. haha.. oh ya, something to say about our library. you have to go early early in the morning to book ok! no book no place study! during exam period the library very hot spot. each and every seat is taken. the library opens at 9 am! and so i have to wake up at 8.45 am tomoro......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(((((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-442052054641381712?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/442052054641381712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=442052054641381712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/442052054641381712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/442052054641381712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-look.html' title='new look'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-3650183075033390019</id><published>2007-05-12T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T10:04:25.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>must watch. sohai-ly and stupidly farnie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boombastick.net/boomepi01.html"&gt;Episode 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boombastick.net/boomepi02.html"&gt;Episode 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boombastick.net/boomepi03.html"&gt;Episode 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boombastick.net/boomepi04.html"&gt;Episode 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boombastick.net/boomepi05.html"&gt;Episode 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boombastick.net/boomepi06.html"&gt;Episode 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boombastick.net/boomepi07.html"&gt;Episode 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boombastick.net/boomepi08.html"&gt;Episode 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boombastick.net/boomepi09.html"&gt;Episode 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u turn for such thing when physics drive you crazy. sick of circuits, equations, theorems, semiconductor, silicon, transistor, current. voltage, resistance, inductance, capacitance ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrgggh......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-3650183075033390019?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/3650183075033390019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=3650183075033390019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3650183075033390019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/3650183075033390019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/05/must-watch-sohai-ly-and-stupidly-farnie.html' title='must watch. sohai-ly and stupidly farnie.'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-5388021516432448047</id><published>2007-05-11T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T10:22:05.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so long since i last blog. and the reason why i have the vision to blog suddenly is because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no electricity! no light, no fan, no mood to study~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not my fault. nature's fault. so cant help not studying. teehee. i am so bloody hot now and hiccuping non-stop. no idea why. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys are making such a havoc that even the police is paying us a visit. sigh. those boys have zero common sense. screaming and swearing like lunatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything to update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, yeah.. i cut my hair. (again!) but i think it looks nicer now. no? yeng le... wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, vy vy random. i failed! first time ever in my college/uni life. guess more is coming. i failed my Phys Test 2 with 14/30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((( i am vy sad. but aiy...just forget about tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 4 days will be my final. starting with physics. my curse!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such electronic idiot i wonder why i choose electronics. but well, luckily i never choose pure electronics. or else i'l be banging my head on the wall now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this bloggin is making me sweat, hiccup, in my dark humid room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue...&lt;br /&gt;ok. super hot now. stopping here. going to bathe. cant even think. and flins so happen to online all at once. happie :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat's all. nite to my long night ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: how bout some comment on my new hair? hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-5388021516432448047?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/5388021516432448047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=5388021516432448047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5388021516432448047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5388021516432448047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-long-since-i-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-8692528401057452929</id><published>2007-04-29T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:52:38.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happie birthday to sharee chng!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RjWDv4IdY7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JaJfBcs2UN8/s1600-h/290420071115-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RjWDv4IdY7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JaJfBcs2UN8/s320/290420071115-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059094614965576626" 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/29517953-8692528401057452929?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/8692528401057452929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=8692528401057452929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8692528401057452929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8692528401057452929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/04/happie-birthday-to-sharee-chng.html' title='happie birthday to sharee chng!'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RjWDv4IdY7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JaJfBcs2UN8/s72-c/290420071115-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-725914782002543065</id><published>2007-04-11T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:43:57.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love this phrase, from pan's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how bad things are at any one moment, NO moment lasts. Good or bad, time moves on because it has to. And so do you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am born by my mother on 27th October nineteen years ago. which makes me a Scorpio. i love being a Scorpio-n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SCORPIO - The Addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY adorable. (i love this the best! wahaha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent. (of cos :pppppppppp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Come with very good sense of humor in a package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energetic. Predict future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT kisser. (wahahhahah.. it's true! i'd been complimented!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always get what they want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive. Easy going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves being in long relationships. (u bet! mayb a fling sometimes in future :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkative. Romantic. Caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE TRUE TRUE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost 90% of the prediction is true. in my opinion anyway. haha.. Scorpions are addictive. no wonder Flins love me like mad. wakaka..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-725914782002543065?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/725914782002543065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=725914782002543065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/725914782002543065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/725914782002543065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-this-phrase-from-pans-blog-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-6624677097991476930</id><published>2007-04-11T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:40:38.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to blog that day. on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does tears really roll back into your eyes if you stand on your hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty upset tat time. but well, to those who i hope is worrying about me, it's okay again now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))))))))))))))) all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a whole totally different matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there really such thing as platonic opposite sex friendship? minus the normal ones. what i mean here is the close-like-sisters type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe there exists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if anyone questioned about us, i would automatically say, "why not??" i expect him to believe me and all. which luckily, he fully trusted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET, there's a yet here, when the situation changes, his turn to have an opposite close confidante, i went all flustered. i am NOT checking on him or what. but it's a habit of mine to read thru his inbox sometimes. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then... it's nothing actually. i am paranoid. but being a girl .. this can be excused. haha.. i restrained myself. i refrain myself from asking. we shud have mutual trust rite? hmm...so i keep mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after a day or two, i feel if i didnt ask and find out i might just burst up. besides, such thing might lead to unwanted quarrels and bitter tears. so, i asked. yeah, rite before my Chem test today. i didnt ask straight out. i imply....... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, no name mentioning here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun even noe if u all understand this post or not. it's all so random. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final say, trust him. will try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*just hope he dun hurt me by misplacing my trust*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-6624677097991476930?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/6624677097991476930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=6624677097991476930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6624677097991476930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/6624677097991476930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wanted-to-blog-that-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-8908734006668872507</id><published>2007-04-04T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T08:03:29.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u people say i never update blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. true. i very lazy de mar.. u all first day noe me meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u noe i got a lot a lot of REASONS for my absence and lack of bloggin! i am all sore, tired out, sleepy and yet, i stil have to sit for my Chemistry test next tuesday, and my Physics test next friday. which to tell the truth, urs truly haven started any on both. and just to make the matter and studying worst, i almost NEVER concentrate in lectures for both that subjects. after passing half a semester of Chemistry For Engineers, i stil have no idea what it is all about. though i had pretty much impression that it shud be something we learn back in form 4 and form 5. but that is, as pan says, "TWO YEARS AGO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have cleanly and dutifully return everything to Miss Goh. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, the total resemblance of her to Cik Fadzilatun aka the sotong ball didnt help anythg. the face, the voice, the "hey there, what u laughing", and the total lack of capability to teach. though i will credit her for her drive and hardwork. we just make her day hell. bad bad us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is all the assignments to be passed up, acedemic essay thingie, presentation next few week, stuffffff......, there's hardly a space to breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chng say her blog sounds emo-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think mine sounds so complain queen-ish! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lament, i complain, i nag. wah....like old auntie like tat. how can??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my purpose for this post is to tell u all "......................." let u all guess first. see the pictures and spot the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RhO1YxWrStI/AAAAAAAAACA/NJOoeL8CDHM/s1600-h/03042007870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RhO1YxWrStI/AAAAAAAAACA/NJOoeL8CDHM/s320/03042007870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049579044382395090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RhO4nRWrSuI/AAAAAAAAACI/vzBCubgAPug/s1600-h/04042007912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RhO4nRWrSuI/AAAAAAAAACI/vzBCubgAPug/s320/04042007912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049582592025381602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; penny of a thought : mr. eric claimed #2 looks horny. (!@#$%^&amp;amp;*) wat the hell? any of the images in that pictures resembled anything horny? YOU're horny in and out. that explains. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuppenny of a thought : the only reason i posted #2 is probably.......it covers most of my hair. so....wat's de purpose???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sub-tuppenny : had i mention what's de difference? well, it is just simply i cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah... no big deal. i always make a mole hill out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a second thought, i think i will surely turn lazy and stop bloggin again for some time. AND this pictures are goin to be on the first post for so long....... will ya all get sick of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:pppppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no choice. bear with it pls. it's pretty wat.... or pretty ugly. whichever u like. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so lame! *big L on my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started the post without noe-ing wat to write. i ended with so many complaints and bullshits. btw, i am thirsty! right now on my laptop front. and since i came malacca, thirsty doesnt just mean u go to the kitchen and pour a cup of water. it takes a whole new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means u need to go find a ten cent shillings, get ur 0.5 ml bottles, wear ur "xiao ke ai" if you are not wearing it, then slip on ur slippers, get the house key, walk to the lift. press the "go down" button, wait for the lift to come, wait for the lift to reach ground floor, walk to the water dispenser machine, drop in ur 10 cent and wait for the water slowly filling up ur bottle. phew......... and not to forget, u need to walk back to ur comfort zone, repeating the whole process. only that u do it the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plain crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna go study chemistry now. mayb snoozing off in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Kelvina is back from Maldives! i called her for 90minutes on my phone last nite! dad is soooooo gonna kill me when the bill finally comes. :((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-8908734006668872507?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/8908734006668872507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=8908734006668872507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8908734006668872507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/8908734006668872507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/04/u-people-say-i-never-update-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RhO1YxWrStI/AAAAAAAAACA/NJOoeL8CDHM/s72-c/03042007870.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-1094318981375778258</id><published>2007-03-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:39:23.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drama english presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photosssssssss... (cos i lazy blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miracle! tis i seriously must blog out. yaya..i just wanted to load the photos out from my friend's pendrive. to blog this post. and i cant find his pendrive. j rmb putting into my short's pocket with my keys. and there, the key is on my table. where could the pendrive be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb! the thought scares me. but i need to check it out. i just throw my shorts to wash in the washing machine awhile ago.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there, hanging on the stand where i dried it awhile ago is my shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i approach my target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i searched the pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, THE PENDRIVE IS INSIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washed in n out in the washing machine!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first thought..................OMG! i'm so gonna die. how am i suppose to tell my friend? "well, i think ur pendrive need some washing" or "mayb washing can reformat it or wat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there looks like there isnt any hope that the pendrive might survive the wash, spin, rinse and finally dry. my housemates are either being discouraging or plain matter of facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart thump thump thump. gonna try out whether it is still usable or not no matter wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? the blue light appear! IT IS NOT SPOILT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the file inside is completely normal. n usable. and that's why u all can see the pics below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo..miracle of miracle. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line of all, pendrives are water-proof! or mayb it's just HIS is so weather-proof. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfzohYqDIoI/AAAAAAAAABU/5dWCzOKezzg/s1600-h/CIMG7049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfzohYqDIoI/AAAAAAAAABU/5dWCzOKezzg/s320/CIMG7049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043161343000257154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the HIS in question is mr. wailuen. the "angel", haha.. his wing is so much cuter! and i helped him to make up. though i had not much skill to start with :p the girl beside is mien nee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfzpFYqDIpI/AAAAAAAAABc/knIzhlh2m8c/s1600-h/CIMG7050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfzpFYqDIpI/AAAAAAAAABc/knIzhlh2m8c/s320/CIMG7050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043161961475547794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we just happen to take a picture. and no.. he's not acting as an old man. he is being himself. haha.. he's weiyip! i am in braids, or plaits! nice? suppose to potray an eighties young lady who die btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfzpxYqDIqI/AAAAAAAAABk/HWE5DzygVwE/s1600-h/CIMG7053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfzpxYqDIqI/AAAAAAAAABk/HWE5DzygVwE/s320/CIMG7053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043162717389791906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chee Eng's group acting the Gold Frame. it's not my group. they just ask me to take together. haha.. yeah, the 4.0 flat guy. the one at the back with blue jacket. come to think of, our group have NO pictures! that's so unlike me. but what to do, my battery ran flat that night :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfzrUIqDIsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jJ9Re3IiRrk/s1600-h/15032007791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfzrUIqDIsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jJ9Re3IiRrk/s320/15032007791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043164413901873858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;siew, the grim reaper of my group. the only picture of my group members in costume. my phone battery failed me after a few pic during our practises. anyway,  he looks like mahatma gandhi here! haha.. or a man in a sari. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rfzqw4qDIrI/AAAAAAAAABs/qpC_JowAaD0/s1600-h/CIMG7051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rfzqw4qDIrI/AAAAAAAAABs/qpC_JowAaD0/s320/CIMG7051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043163808311485106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and meiyan. she came to support me! haha.. or come for the answer sheet, i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. not much pic but gladly, drama is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;*big wide smile*&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/29517953-1094318981375778258?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/1094318981375778258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=1094318981375778258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/1094318981375778258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/1094318981375778258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/03/drama-english-presentation.html' title='drama english presentation'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfzohYqDIoI/AAAAAAAAABU/5dWCzOKezzg/s72-c/CIMG7049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-2639148553735781122</id><published>2007-03-11T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:19:50.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dear came to malacca to visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfOb4oqDIlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HXgxHA_zJsQ/s1600-h/10032007770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfOb4oqDIlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HXgxHA_zJsQ/s320/10032007770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040543805246480978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun jealous dun jealous! we were by the pool side of University Green chatting about "Should i..?"-guy for the whole night. haha.. so long never had a get-together dy. well, not very long to be precise, but since new year til now! that's kind of long for us who see each other e-v-e-r-y-day in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos, miss pan n chng too! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfOcw4qDImI/AAAAAAAAABE/3eLK0ZRQxjc/s1600-h/10032007769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfOcw4qDImI/AAAAAAAAABE/3eLK0ZRQxjc/s320/10032007769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040544771614122594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were surrounded by tranquility and serenity. it's a beautiful apartment. more resort-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfOdQoqDInI/AAAAAAAAABM/9sOUvmB33zo/s1600-h/10032007772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfOdQoqDInI/AAAAAAAAABM/9sOUvmB33zo/s320/10032007772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040545317074969202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we are dipping our gigantic feet inside. we all should try this sometimes. :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear was here with another friend of her, Belinda, an ex-MMU who unfortunately changed course n uni to UCSI but make a bunch of close buddies at malacca here. so dear tag along and visited me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for midnight show together. but seriously, Bridge to Terabithia sucks!!!! my imagination could have way surpass him. haha.. ooh, n dear manage to stay awake throughout. a nice achievement indeed. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. come come come. all come visit me next time la. miss you all much much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*muahhhhhx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-2639148553735781122?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/2639148553735781122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=2639148553735781122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2639148553735781122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/2639148553735781122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-date.html' title='my date!'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/RfOb4oqDIlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HXgxHA_zJsQ/s72-c/10032007770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-7579507177911694789</id><published>2007-03-06T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T09:00:56.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a busy week ahead. and today is just the starting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started with monday. phys pop quiz on capacitor. (still wonder why de hell i took engineering) at least i'm more familiar with that than my previous chapter. then at night, there's probability and statistics test 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it continued with tomorrow, a tuesday. my supposedly drama presentation but luckily, it's postponed! u noe what, we are having drama for our coursework mark. nah..not like last time where we spend ours painting the backdrop and making sound effect. it's more to speaking and acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.. and guess what. i'm acting as a dead loveless girl. how pathetic -.-" haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my acting so kayu la, remember, princess jasmine? haha.. that's a nice thought though.. miss those good old times. then i asked mr.v bout my acting skill. was complaining to him again about my lame and cacat acting. he actually said i acted quite well during the installation. what ya think, my flins? haha.. give some true comments :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, hmm... drama preparation i guess. we did nothing til now! and the staging in on friday! no slides for backdrop, no props, no actual acting, rehearsal, no nothing. we just have our script. and oh..we sounded so shakespeare-ish inside. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, applied maths quiz. dun get deceived by the name. it's physics from head to toe. just all count count count lo. two physics subject tis semester. shen ah.....jiu jiu wo ah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, DRAMA! it's on evening. too bad. thus not going back beepee again. mr.v is leaving me all alone here. huhuh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayaya, btw, BETA course registration tis week! finally i'd come to the junction. to stay or to go. at first i was thinking of taking pure electronics. it's hard. and i guess hard suit me, though i am sure i'l have a harder time later on. weird me. but after getting some insight on what's electronic with all mostly abstract stuff, i had my second thought. so i thought of telecommunication. meiyan said tele more calculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i am choosing place instead of course. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i choose to stay malacca, the tele it would be.&lt;br /&gt;if i choose to go cyber, pure electronics tat's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard to choose la...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but malacca is a better location. no point going cyber and suffer myself in n out. it's hot, it's long long walk to campus, it's miserable food, it's long drive back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. guess malacca it would be. meiyan staying though. well, i am speculating. the most if i get tired of malacca by my first year degree, then i can still change course and thus, change campus as well. wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.. hate to make so hard, difficult, life-changing decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which should i choose???!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-7579507177911694789?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/7579507177911694789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=7579507177911694789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7579507177911694789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/7579507177911694789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/03/arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-its-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-5689088218882011796</id><published>2007-02-25T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T05:07:46.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>priorities</title><content type='html'>She hate feeling so.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so alone and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hate acting so.&lt;br /&gt;Like a spoilt brat who is seeking for attention. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hate how things turns out like this.&lt;br /&gt;When all she wanted is completely the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same old stuff, same old anger.&lt;br /&gt;damn my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priorities changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roles changed as well when both party's priorities changed. i guess facing the facts and reality is better than living on in delusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.. tell that to her heart if THAT's even possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was once the number one priority of his life. Her words hold more than anything. Her likes and need is his everything. Her presence is all he could ask for. Being a second longer together in their own private world is like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, his priorities shifted. studies, friends, games..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tasted her own bitter. serve her right for treating him exactly how he's treating her now, in the past. so it's payback time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess She should shift priorities as well. at least before falling any deeper. nothing is more trustable than books and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY, she had succeed. hopefully...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-5689088218882011796?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/5689088218882011796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=5689088218882011796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5689088218882011796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5689088218882011796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/02/priorities.html' title='priorities'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-5014328278144131135</id><published>2007-02-11T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T11:09:10.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Trip '07</title><content type='html'>i meant to blog about my trip to Genting last weekend. yeah, passed a week n yet i still cant muster any energy to jot anything down.  it's ermm, a flash trip. could say so, consider how we only asked n booked everything on the very last minute, though we had talked about going somewhere together since forever. but, it's alright i guess. for everything falls in the right place and it's enjoyable alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing bout the trip, i had been a naughty naughty girl! skipped my classes on friday for the trip. altogether, 5 out of the six of us ponteng kelas for the sake of saving a few bucks on hotel rooms. the difference between a friday and saturday room rate could sustain me for a week. -.-" sooooooooooooo, ponteng it is! my second time. and the "O O" on my attendance list look so awful! but whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cold cold february Genting on first sight. mist is everywhere. my visibility is the most 10 metres ahead. wonder how the driver manage without banging anything on his way. it is so freezing cold i was having thoughts on not goin outdoor theme park. but what is Genting if we missed the theme park? we went in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, forget to mention who went with me. there's my housemates; Nycol, HooiLing and ahShen, friend's friends's; Avis and mr.v. yeah, let the pictures explain it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rc4Zrgr19NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-ZrF7WRdtNM/s1600-h/0908+%40+genting+copy-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rc4Zrgr19NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-ZrF7WRdtNM/s320/0908+%40+genting+copy-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029986069118317778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so....., how's my editting skill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, we never really brought a cammie with us, well, if u consider ahShen's low batt camera at all. but we had tons n tons of photos. thanks to the creator of handphone cammie! cam-whoring is like the only purpose of the trip. cant deny i love that part immensely! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's the Pirate Ship where HooiLing screamed her head off asking to "stop, stop, STOP, STOOOOP!!!" (it's aint scary at all, she has a weak heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Ferris Wheel where we spend the whole time trying to catch another's head  (and end up not enjoying a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Boating (i wanted to play that so much and it turned out to be ... well, lame. hahah. and energy-consuming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Toobagoon (no idea bout the spelling. the thing is always, i mean ALWAYS under renovation so it's my first time. quite ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Spinning thingie where i screamed my head off. "very cold. vewie coooooooold. i really verrri veri COLD!" haha.. it's a MUST to play in my opinion. though it makes me sort of distorted later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Go Kart too. hmm..the last time i was on it, it's like "wao! drive! on my own! so excited la!" but now, it's like.. yeah, u noe. drive. tat's like, wat so fun about driving in a mini circuit. i drive a real car k! haha.. and i'm getting tired on being a chauffeur. prefer getting chauffered instead. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rc4YVwr19LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LXetcgVEyu0/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rc4YVwr19LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LXetcgVEyu0/s320/DSC00917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029984595944535218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a picture for our pleasure. secret huh! damn damn damn funnie de. cos there is this requirement of wearing a shower cap before wearing the helmet, for hygiene purpose i think. and there's mr.v, looooking so cute!!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we skipped the Space Shoot. i just dun feel like giving my heart a plunge that day. and wonder how i could manage to did the ride twice in a row while enjoying every bit of it last time. it's like nothing to me. seriously, very daring of me hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesh, the Rejang Ride, our last ride of the day where we get drenched through out before freezing and trembling back to hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went Be a Star to sing Karaoke at night. i must say i prefer singing with Flins. after all, we all dun sing well (except Nycol) so there's nothing to be paise about. i screech and go out of tune. but, that THE fun part rite? however, no one's singing except Nycol me (screeching, in my case) so it's not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, shopping around first world plaza. there's nothing much to do after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rc4ZXQr19MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JpMt5ZDK9nw/s1600-h/o9o8%282%29+%40+genting+copy-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rc4ZXQr19MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JpMt5ZDK9nw/s320/o9o8%282%29+%40+genting+copy-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029985721225966786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we are idiotic. there ARE people looking at us, u noe. we are really natural. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, out lazing at Starbuck, drinking blended ice Mocha while still freezing in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are smoking! except on cold air and not cigarette. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rc4bcwr19OI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VlF7jAIeSTQ/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rc4bcwr19OI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VlF7jAIeSTQ/s320/DSC01054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029988014738502882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;photo taking before starting our journey home. it's drizzling, n it didnt dampen our spirit. that is, to take as much picture as we can! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much thing happen recently. though it really had nothing to do with me. so flins, no worry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not my story to say so i'l not say anything here. but what i had learnt from that incident, human aint perfect. if this is how i noe things will end up in the end, i'm perfectly relieved with who i am now :) but to say this doesnt sound correct also, for i am not her so mayb things wont turn out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping spree tomoro. teehee. actually we shopped yesterday. but i feel indignant for not buying anything, thus, going again tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, studies coming to a stand still right now. enjoying life now. after chinese new year only broad over my chem, phys n maths. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saying of chinese new year, goin to see flins soon! ooh la la~ hahaha.. cant wait for then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-5014328278144131135?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/5014328278144131135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=5014328278144131135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5014328278144131135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/5014328278144131135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/02/genting-trip-07.html' title='Genting Trip &apos;07'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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/_myyyrFPxXZk/Rc4Zrgr19NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-ZrF7WRdtNM/s72-c/0908+%40+genting+copy-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-116937427300483702</id><published>2007-01-21T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T02:11:13.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the different sides of me.</title><content type='html'>at first, i was just thinking of posting crap. again. but on a deeper thought, i feel like writing more. i can have so many faces and attitudes and feelings towards all types of different people. people who i respected, people who i hated or just cant stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be so totally different sometimes that it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*the crazy part of me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just planning to update you people on my stupid short fringe. okay. i asked the barber to cut it myself, on my own accord. but i regret about it later k.. yaya, you can say serve me rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, so what if chng and wong had a date? we had too rite? my lovely pan? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7391/3146/1600/974147/20012007228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7391/3146/320/904483/20012007228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only purpose posting this picture is to kek chng. haha.. i am that crazy and ... had nothing better to do. that would best describe my situation now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*now, the normal part*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i think this is when i'm normal, as in real NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;response when people talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;reply when people msg you.&lt;br /&gt;laugh when people tell a joke.&lt;br /&gt;listen when people talk.&lt;br /&gt;look to other eyes while talking.&lt;br /&gt;do everything which normal people did everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very simple, plain and normal. nth extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*my thinking part*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think a lot. the proof? this post i'm writing. i dun understand myself sometimes either. but come to think of, why bother to think so much if you can pass your life living much simpler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people changed. realised that tad much. people around me are all growing, much to our dismay or joy. i shud start my own path (how dramatic) before starting to lag behind. however, even while i'm saying this, i realise i had changed somehow too. for better or for worse, it's my life. as long as i'm happy everything shud be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you noe, i tot of this one thing recently. about me goin to malacca studying. there's lots of disagreement. and i could conclude that the reason of me ending at MMU is an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good accident, in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how anyone may say, i feel i did the right choice. like the RIGHTEST choice in my life. if i never went, and was still stuck in this living hole of hell, i would be better off dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i survive eighteen years before, i wonder. the rate i'm dreading here every second every minute, one would had tot this is jail or wat. even 10 days seems forever. time pass like it's crawling or wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be exact, the ONLY reason why i love to come back is friends. (sounds selfish)&lt;br /&gt;also, the ONLY reason why i am back at all is, i HAD to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind my words. not WANT to, but HAD to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the age of nineteen (so old..), for me to said all the above is selfish, almost horrible, terrible and incorrigible. but, i meant wat i said. one would have tot, "aiya, u still small. still not matured enough that's why you said so. you noe how much your parents did tis n tat. li n la.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you noe, whatever that makes you happy. you can think what you like but, i think YES. i hate it here. hate from the deepest core of my bone (tong hen ru gu). hmm..mayb not that hateful sometimes. but most of the time, YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a much selfish tone, i noe it's my parents (dad actually) after all who are sponsoring my studies over that at malacca. if they see this i'm doom. sure kick me back bp. i'm thankful for the money they are investing. and i'm thankful i'm tat selfish in the first place that i had insisted of studying anywhere NOT IN BP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had a life better, than if you compare to what i'm living thru in bp now. if i'd stayed here, i might have runaway, like my maid. HAhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;details of what make me feel, think n react like that to parents, mum especially, i'll just leave it out. if u noe me well, u shud noe why. it goes without saying. just have to have a wilder and more colourful dictorative imagination to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i'm ok now. you noe, sometimes i said something out of blue and that is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: countdown! six more days to my freedom! (i'm hopeless. haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/p/s: i still have many different sides, but next time mayb  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-116937427300483702?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116937427300483702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116937427300483702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116937427300483702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116937427300483702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/01/different-sides-of-me.html' title='the different sides of me.'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-116843939029507955</id><published>2007-01-10T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T06:29:50.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. let me clarified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not dead or anything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still fully functioning, though with extra calories and fat. &lt;br /&gt;i still had that round round face. that vewie chubby face, just cant ditch it.&lt;br /&gt;i still very well meant it about the previous post so dun get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly, i am still me. just as lazy. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is why i had stopped bloggin so long. mayb i had lost the passion to write or something. you cant really blame me you know, as i'm trying to finish my Sigma's work. a super-somehow-very-important feature article for the yearbook. but in MY opinion, it's more like a DICTATION. you remember what's a dictation? the thingie that u always have under the list of spelling words during your primary school. rmb? because, THAT's exactly what i think i did, for the past few days. anyway, i just get it done once for all today. it's about the interview of the President of MMU, if u still remember. and the title of the article is "The Impact Of MMU Towards Our Country".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*round of applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's that suppose to mean? impact of MMU? making poor students like me even poorer? nah..forget bout the sarcasm. but seriously, during the interview i asked about what's MMU role in helping the society, as if giving out more scholarships or money. and Prof replied saying: "they do give, IF THEY KNOW ABOUT IT. excellent students who got straight 10 a1 are DEFINATELY getting it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah wah wah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to tell outright to Prof saying, "er.. sir, if you dun mind, how about sponsoring me? now that i had told you that I AM WHO you proposed of helping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i feel it sounds more begging n taking advantage of the situation rather than stating a fact. in the end i said nothing. but my partner, Liz, keep saying how about a try? after all, we're going to hand in a copy of our article to Prof before publishing. asking one more question would not die right? mayb he'd approved and good-heartedly say, "why dont u leave me ur student ID and name so i can help you with the rest of the degree courses fee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! that would be like hitting jackpot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, it's begging. n i dun like it. though i doubt he will agree to that so easily, though i'm really much the criteria he stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT my dad going to be over the moon if i really hit THAT jackpot. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm not saying that out. mayb if Liz help ... er ... haha.. i dunno what i'm saying now. but i dun hope much. and perhaps she wont ask at all. it's kind of ... embarassing, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i left out the dictation thingie. wonder why i said it so? because we had this video cammie with us back then during the interview. and the idea for this article is to make it like a Q n A thing. so to avoid any misundertanding, misusage of words, misplace of facts, we're typing out each n every words which the Proff speak of. mayb a few grammar mistakes here or rearranging of sentence, but everything, and i mean EVERYTHING, is what he said our from his very mouth. and u can imagine. for 15minutes of interview, i needed over 2 hours to pen it down on 2 piece of paper. the interview is an hour long :( and after that, editting and typing it into the computer again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way, my holiday started already. though i'm not in beepee. still here in malacca relaxing (except the article writing part, which i finished today) , playing o2jam, Maple Story, watching drama. currently watching "Scissors Paper Stone" and Hana Kimi, of cos. hehe.. and photo editting! Think you all should have notice gua, i posted in Friendster picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be a full year soon. if you all noe what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and secretly, i think chng is attached. yes or no, smtg is surely up her sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going back beepee this friday or saturday. after all, cant really rot all three-weeks here. mum sure gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i officially think my DAD knew about me n mr.v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-116843939029507955?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116843939029507955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116843939029507955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116843939029507955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116843939029507955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-116671444494025341</id><published>2006-12-21T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T07:20:44.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe in angels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kind dat heaven sends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm surrounded by angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer 2 call them ' Friends '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Friendship.&lt;br /&gt; The dictionary says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Friend (frend) noun.&lt;br /&gt; 1. A person whom one knows, likes and trusts.&lt;br /&gt; 2. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; comrade.&lt;br /&gt; 3. One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group.&lt;br /&gt; 4. An acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The dictionary makes one small omission though.&lt;br /&gt; It doesn't speak of the years that a friendship endures,&lt;br /&gt; the laughter that fills the air when friends are together,&lt;br /&gt; the support, understanding and comfort a friend can offer or&lt;br /&gt; the anguish you cannot escape from when a friend is dying.&lt;br /&gt; The dictionary, I'm afraid, cannot begin to define the word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So then what is this magic called Friendship?&lt;br /&gt; Is there a magic wand that silently transforms you and&lt;br /&gt; those special people on a jouney into,&lt;br /&gt; what sometimes can be a lifelong relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is it mutual admiration, common interests, the need to be a friend?&lt;br /&gt; Or is it just an enduring tie that bonds you together,&lt;br /&gt; allows you to almost think as one and gives you one of lifes greatest joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Friendships are precious jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat them as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never take them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never will i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: it feels sooooooooooo bad to miss out those fun with you all.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss miss miss miss you all like hell/heaven wateva~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muaxxx!&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/29517953-116671444494025341?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116671444494025341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116671444494025341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116671444494025341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116671444494025341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/12/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-116581873528339241</id><published>2006-12-11T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:32:15.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>korean bbp + kimchi steamboat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even the sound of the title feel so yummylicious. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, after my grueling encounter with horrible calculus, i went to relax, and indulge in overly-charged cuisine and irresistible clothes. went shopping at Dataran Pahlawan and it's SALEs everywhere. i'm getting more n more uncontrollable during such season. :p haha.. bought a shirt and jacket and there's goes my monthly pocket money, that's if i have any. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and korean cuisine! at Tok Su Gung Restaurant. it's really opened by a korean lady. we ordered both bbq and steamboat thingie. this is my FIRST time, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7391/3146/1600/575925/DSC03972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7391/3146/320/141779/DSC03972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BU DAE TANG - the red red kimchi soup. taste almost like those korean ramen maggi mee we always eat. haha.. deliciouos, but this alone cost RM 49.00!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7391/3146/1600/964276/DSC03969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7391/3146/320/468419/DSC03969.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went with my housemates. from left is Nycol, HooiLing, ahShen and me (of cos!). and on the foreground is the Special BBQ which costed RM29.00 for such small portion of chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not all! we ordered a bowl of rice each without knowing the price. and guess guess guess.. it costs RM5.00 per bowl. ouch ouch ouch :( and that's why it's an overly charged meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7391/3146/1600/253950/DSC03967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7391/3146/320/200868/DSC03967.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how can i left out the driver of the day? tadaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7391/3146/1600/562477/DSC03965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7391/3146/320/625329/DSC03965.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and me the blogger. kakakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;til then. lazy to blog.&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/29517953-116581873528339241?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116581873528339241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116581873528339241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116581873528339241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116581873528339241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/12/korean-bbp-kimchi-steamboat.html' title='korean bbp + kimchi steamboat'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-116563413484630564</id><published>2006-12-09T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:15:34.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>interview and craps</title><content type='html'>i am addicted to photo-editting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..kinda. not hard-core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can shift from PhotoShop to ImageReady to ACDSee to HP bla bla bla to simply Paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not very skilled at doin it too. but will try to explore more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i dun understand. why only during critical times, times like you're having a test tomoro, or final in the next 24 hours or midterm early next day, only will we suddenly have the urge to edit profile la..edit picture la..photo edit la.. dun make sense. but mayb it's the determinance to do all else except studying that produce nice profile page. HA ha HA.. (random rambling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my topic. noe what?? hehehe..i INTERVIEWED Prof. Ghauth Jasmon yesterday!! and u noe who he is?? he is THE President of Multimedia University. me, an alpha no no enginnering student, INTERVIWED him! of cos not just me. there's my partner, a Beta Finance girl who talk very fluent english. which thankfully save a lot of me.  :) plus a cameraman with a video recording on. the interview purpose id for an article for Sigma. did i tell what's Sigma before? it's de official yearbook of MMU Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and.. i just came back from my Calculus Midterm Test. ooooooooooooooooh.....no comment. i din even noe what result to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, forget but exam and plan for my shopping trip later. a leisure trip out of sleepy bukit beruang to clear my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my love live now, up and down. and mostly, it's me alone feeling down without his knowledge. but my anger comes and goes so fast. mood swing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then. cant wait to go back beepee and join you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya all loads.......................... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-116563413484630564?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116563413484630564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116563413484630564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116563413484630564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116563413484630564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/12/interview-and-craps.html' title='interview and craps'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-116523287113308495</id><published>2006-12-04T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T03:47:51.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i should blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb i did have something to blog out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant think of it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy. busy. busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekdays class in class out. plus late night sleep. and procrastinating. 24hours is aboslutely not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when weekends come when i can relax and rest more, i do stupid things AND late sleep somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so even after weekends my works are left undone and the dump piles on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am only taking three subjects for this semester and thus, three exam for midterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine??? it's MID TERM now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half a semester had just blew pass me! and that somehow equals to a thousand ringgit of tuition fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what left.. is like 20somthing days til my final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chng, i'm nowhere better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thank god cos there's still me struggling and helping you "tian di".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. i just feel bored. and feel i'd some obligation to at least update you for like, once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calculus test this saturday. i really dunno why i'll ended up in engineerin course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you noe what's calculus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell ya. it's differentiation and integration. and you noe what's that? that's your SPM pembezaan and pengamiran. and WHAT'S THAT? it's those topic at the back of ur addmaths book which you cant and dun wanna understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT's CALCULUS PMC 0025!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you need to applied it. as if understanding it is not enough. i am so dead. shud be revising now. i repeated this to myself again. SHOULD BE REVISING NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sod it. i'm tired. wanna orr. or mayb watch that HanaKimi episode 3! haha.. ciaozz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-116523287113308495?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116523287113308495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116523287113308495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116523287113308495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116523287113308495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-think-i-should-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-116379301137550198</id><published>2006-11-18T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T11:50:11.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clubbin'</title><content type='html'>you know what? i just did something which i can do only ONLY when i reaches 18! and guess what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went clubbing!! for the first time in my restricted, heavily guarded eighteen years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, my mood isnt good just right at this moment. though it's so high just an hour ago.. the story goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we (as in HooiLing, ahShen, mr.v and me) went for vanessa's birthday. yup, it's vanessa chiam. it's at another apartment near the school. it's bbq and we consume a lot of oily, regrettable stuff. after that, HuiSan, who was also there, asked if we wanna go Pure Bar. Pure Bar is like....errr, the most happening bar in town. and when i say town, i mean the whole Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agreed almost immediately cos i always wanna go! and now that Kelvina is enjoying herself at Maldives, i got no one to bring me to. but as always, mr.v doesnt seem to approve of this.. nevertheless, he could see my enthusiasm and forcefully agreed. how can we miss this chance??!! okay..i noe we could still go together some other time but from my experience, that's no chance at all. cos, how in earth will he say yes the next time i asked?? just use my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Nycol got a whiff of our enthusiasm, and joined us too. alas, HuiSan and her whole group of her friend, me and mr.v, Shen, Nycol, HooiLing , Candy and her group of friend are all in Pure. it's friday night and everyone's there. i even met my coursemates there! it's 12 midnight and everyone is so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choosing attire for clubbing is...... a headache! wanna see wat i wore at last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/DSC03753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/DSC03753.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one thing i feel proud of, which is nth after all actually. hehe...when we're asked to take out our IC, i could do it so "guang ming zhen da-ly" haha... nth to hide. I'M OFFICIALLY 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pictures in the pub cos we forgot to bring cammie. and it's too dark for handphone cammie. so, how's a pub looks like? the moment u go in, the heart goes pobob..pobob. haha.. the music beat is so loud and everyone's dancing to the beat. the lights turning off and on, or shud i say blinking and shimmering? proffesionals dancing hip-hop while amateurs (like me) just sway here and there with the beat. ur body will just automatically goes like this, like that. trust me.. the songs, PCD's, Black Eyed Pea's, Fergie's...those high high songs blasting non-stop. the DJ is gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, somehow, mr.v is not into THIS. it's almost like, he had no flair to have fun. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's waaaaaaaaay past midnight, which is his sleeping time officially. he had THAT face, and i can see he's not enjoying one bit. so as i dance and sway, my mood also fast depleting. i noe he doesnt like this type of place, but why cant he just enjoyed a bit since we're already here? we were there for like two hours and the last 30minutes passed by in solemnity. so spoilsport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is also when i downed almost two cups of beer. it's downright bitter. i dun really wan to drink, i wan attention. helllooooo... cant u see i'm not having fun anymore?? sigh. HE just did nth. and by the time i finish my second, he said go home. okay....so we went back earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole journey...errr...let's just say "Silence is Golden".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am angry, then i'm not. then after a deep though, i feel upset. then i think i shud be understanding. but i need attention. i need care and love! but but.... this is what's in my mind during the whole journey back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i open the car door, he said "sorry..he's really tired.." and then i felt guilty. sigh. it is always like this. and i said sorry too. it's goodbye time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how....i feel i'm slowly transforming back to the narna back then. i was getting more and more insecure as i feel i love him more than he did. i am scared. i need FLINS back to my side. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's why i'm not feeling vy good now. and it's 3.37 am. i need my sleep. the alcohol have nth to do with this. though it's not such a good happy ending, it started with a good epilogue. i shud feel thankful after all.. and i DID went clubbing. haha... and i promise, it's not going to be my last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: girls, let's go clubbing together the next time! it's fantabulous. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-116379301137550198?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116379301137550198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116379301137550198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116379301137550198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116379301137550198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/11/clubbin.html' title='clubbin&apos;'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-116334211356775177</id><published>2006-11-12T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T06:35:13.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinating</title><content type='html'>i was back in beepee for the weekend though nobody noe. and the reason why nobody noe is, of cos, i never informed anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to feel lazy and lazier. bloggin seem not to be in my hectic schedule anymore. ha ha.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as usual, bloggin always come beforehand when there's homework to be done. and just as usual, it is always left forgotten when there's fun out there. i THINK it's worth procrastinating for blogsake. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had forms to fill.&lt;br /&gt;i have english hw to do.&lt;br /&gt;i have 30 questions of Physics II 1st chapter tutorial yet to be touched.&lt;br /&gt;i need to revise back my first chapter.&lt;br /&gt;i have to keep reminding myself that this semester is so bloody short and i CANT procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;i keep shunning my reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, had i mention bout my result? yaya..i think i'd forgotten bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's GPA 3.96, with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English I   A- (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Precalculus for Engineering   A+&lt;br /&gt;Physics II   A-&lt;br /&gt;Computer Applications   A&lt;br /&gt;Physics Lab   A&lt;br /&gt;Human Development   A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too bad, but my aim is incredibly high. so aiming to do better this semester. and THAT wont happen if i keep on procrastinating like WAT I'M DOIN NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, i seem to forget to mention that i got a new roomate! she's two years older than me. young at heart, kind of nice, easy-going and she's also a Scorpio! what a coincidence.. errr..something farnie kinda happen when she just moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about BRA, messy bed, messy desk, clothes hanging around. hehehe.. when she just moved in i wasnt at home. so when she unlock my room with her fellow gang, which included boys!, they had some laugh. had been the joke of the house since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..it's kinda weird with some other person living together in my room now. but i think i'll get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about housemates, Constance is back to normal again. i dunno why, but everything is back to normal. it is as if there's no fight before. i'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND.. i forget to mention why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wo gao zi bi&lt;/span&gt; back in beepee. my kl cousins were back in beepee unexpectedly. so being the nice-homey cousin, i'd been entertaining them the whole day. which was kind of fun actually. i missed them. had been so long since we all last gathered together chatting nonsense and teasing each other. so i never got a chance to find anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss kelvina as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss flins even more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had i really turn THAT quiet? i didnt keep everything to myself, or do i? why is pan chng wong keep saying i'd turned so??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd no secret, or do i? *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-116334211356775177?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116334211356775177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116334211356775177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116334211356775177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116334211356775177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/11/procrastinating.html' title='procrastinating'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-116280943624417140</id><published>2006-11-06T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T02:37:17.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long hiatus</title><content type='html'>gosh... i'd really been away for soooooooooooooooo long. it's like two or three weeks have passed without me bloggin. kinda..... realxing. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school, or shud i say uni?&lt;br /&gt;back to my ixora apartment with the now not-so-sucky connection,&lt;br /&gt;back to long hours of classes and turorials....,&lt;br /&gt;back to freedom! :)))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chng, i'm not THE only one no updating. miss pan oso started lazy-ing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was back in beepee for a whole two weeks which is my trimester break. my lazyness got over me and i fail to even tried to blog during my long hiatus. this is acceptable k..for there's no privacy to speak of back there. i dun wan my mother to start realising her daughter is always badmouthing her in her secret 'lil bloggie. and secara tidak langsung realise her always so obedient-sensible nuuer is keeping a boyfriend without her knowledge. these will all lead to disaster and that explained my lazyness. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right after i was back, even on the first lesson of the day, we were briefed on the upcoming final. mark my word, FINAL! on the first hour, first day of my new trimester. the horror.... with assignments to add on, test 1 and test 2 as usual in just a short SEVEN week trimester, it's packed beyond..beyond..beyond.....anything la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMU is indeed weird. while everyone are having their two months long holidays, we, on the other hand are rushing to finish a trimester. tired. and i'm sure..even as i'm writing this down, final will be here in a glimpse and i'l start regretting all over again why i never started studying earlier. well, nothing to be surprised. this is after all...... me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chng, i like the look of the time capsule thing la. haha.. also, i wanna thanks FLINS for their INDEED very surprising birthday surprise. i was totally bought over by their stories and never realised til the end. i am tut. i noe. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, cakes and birthday songs. though it had passed like weeks ago, i think i could declare this year as "the most cakes eaten and most bday songs sang" year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two slices of Chocolate Banana from mr.v&lt;br /&gt;a slices of tiramisu from myself, presented to me by pan and wong (cos i paid it, hor??)&lt;br /&gt;and half a chocolate cake from Nycol and ahShen (cos another half belongs to HooiLing :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/DSC03650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/DSC03650.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taken in our living/dining room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/DSC03658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/DSC03658.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two gluttons aka the birthday girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone keep singing birthday songs to me because i insisted. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a HAPPIE happy birthday year. love everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: thanks readers who still relentlessly click to view everyday to see if i'd updated. but mind telling me WHO exactly are my readers? beside FLINS of cos..&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/29517953-116280943624417140?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116280943624417140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116280943624417140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116280943624417140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116280943624417140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-hiatus.html' title='long hiatus'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-116110096746754415</id><published>2006-10-19T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:57:41.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the joy of freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyone miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am playing missing. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just simply practising the true meaning of holiday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been so long since i last blog. me think so. lots of stuff happen but i'm just too lazy to blog it out. plus the annoying tagboard! whenever i see the stupid cpanel jiu sien. jiu no mood blog. so jiu so long never blog lo....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things happened! ermmm..might as well list down here. plus tons of photo-whoring! wakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after my final on wednesday, which end around 11 in the morning, i went back home, do my stuff and sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. finally can sleep soundly without caring when is when and what hadnt been done or what hadnt been finish. the joy of freedom! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 0n the next day (thursday), i went kl! took a bus from sentral malacca in the early morning, tired man. cos the night before i slept at four. watching Tokyo Juliet "dong fang juliet". taiwanese love drama. not really as funny as Smile Pasta or ISWAK. but still, a nice show. hehehe.. a msg for miss chng here. you wan any show? hehe..bring ur laptop along then copy everything. see flins^na so good. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, took quite some pic in kl. little to elaborate. plus i went zoo melaka! night safari to be exact. the first time i'd been to any night zoo. :) well, for the rest, just let the pictures tell its tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28419%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28419%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;actin cute inside berjaya times square cosmo's park. hehe.. din play though. spend de afternoon after lunch walking idly in the shopping complex. it's huge! this outing's a shopping spree. bought altogether three pieces, a shirt, a shorts and a jacket. so happie o.. and so broke :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28423%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28423%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we are tired walking the whole of times square. in my case, plus sungei wang and in mr.v's case, plus low yat. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos are taking a damn too long time to upload. what's wrong?? been saving this post as draft for so long. just bacause i am so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu len&lt;/span&gt; to wait&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. seriously it take a tad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO long to upload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28434%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28434%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dinner on friday night. i watched the taiwanese drama throughout the night and slept only when the sun was rising again. so, it's practically morning when i sleep and night when i wake up. hey, it's a good way to save up! see..u just pay for your dinner. wakaka.. btw, this meal isnt from my pocket either. :p an earlier birthday treat for me. :)))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/na.vinc.secret.recipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/na.vinc.secret.recipe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh... am getting hopeless in this kinda stuff. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday night, we went malacca zoo night safari. hmm..one thing about walkin aimlessly in a night safari is.. it's scary! plus it's NOT a school holiday where there is so lil people visiting too. you never noe what looms ahead. o.O haha.. we end up enjoying the zoo's air-conditioning in an exhibition room. hehe..something caught our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28473%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28473%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the answer is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28474%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28474%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HA HA HA ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, for the past few days, mr.v and i had been consuming our own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edible&lt;/span&gt; home-cooked food! hehe.. the array of food. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28450%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28450%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spaghetti! hehe.. i am getting better and better at this! the whitish slices on top is cheeeeese, somehing very fattening. but of which i'd been eating quite a lot nowadays. here's chef recommendation, "angel's hair" is always a better type of spaghetti for us Asian's mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28475%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28475%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my own recipe porridge. yummy! thanks to maggi and its ingenious creation of chicken stock cube. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28479%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28479%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;next is burger. with ramly's burger filling, a slice of chesdale cheese. plus a cheese sausage each. how fattening... see the mouth-melting cheese?? yummmmie. :)/:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28476%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28476%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and our special way of eating watermelon. or you can say digging out the watermelon. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*missing photo* the photo of the finishing digged out watermelon just wont load. so sorrie.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you see it, now you dont!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something to share with you all. still remember last time when i mentioned how i was proposed by two guys during the SPB camp? i just get to know recently that somebody posted tat video on the whole thing at YouTube.com! patient is a virtue so just wait the whole thing load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yb4OVnftOsc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yb4OVnftOsc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;though i sound so happie and xing fu throughout the post, in reality i'm having a quiet quarrel (QQ) with mr.v again. and that is why i am here bloggin so late a night, while he's already dreaming so sweetly ever. :(&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;nah, guess the fight wont last long. and here's good news! i'm back this weekend! and stupid pan always ALWAYS have to go somewhere else whenever i am back in beepee. how coincidence is that??! BUT, i forgive you. cos you're gonna be my source of Smile Pasta when i'm back.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;"You wont turn me down rite, pan??" *kelian look*&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;haha..miss ya all. cant wait for the reunion! :))))))))))))&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-116110096746754415?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116110096746754415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116110096746754415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116110096746754415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116110096746754415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/10/joy-of-freedom.html' title='the joy of freedom'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-116031084380475305</id><published>2006-10-08T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T05:34:03.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends in malacca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i really shud be studying.&lt;br /&gt;i really really shud. but well, just a 'lil while more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna introduce all to my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/DSC01834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/DSC01834.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clockwise from top left: Brian, KhaiHong, JiaMing, mr.v, me, Leekee, Jessie and lastly, HuiSan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm..next, let me explain all of their relationship. mr.v's house supposedly only have six people. and then popped out me and Leekee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leekee (the girl in white) is JiaMing's girlfriend. she's staying together with him in the biggest room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaMing, KhaiHong and Jessie are three same class coursemates. Feb Intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie and Leekee are both same aged, around three years older than most of us and came from the same hometown as well (Penang!). Leekee was staying over for a semester to retake a subj which i am also not quite sure off. she's in her third year of degree course for IT. hmm, so if they are both older than us how can Jessie be Khaihong and Jiaming's classmate? Jessie was an ex-f6 but still taking foundation cause i think mayb of poor result gua. but now she ting gua gua ar! Applied Maths for two consecutive test scored full marks. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaming (from Muar) mar..i guess he noe Leekee through Jessie de gua. i never tot they were both an item till one day mr.v told me they were staying together in a room. the two person which i THOUGHT was an item but turned out not is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and Huisan! they are both from SMKA, beepee. dun noe them at first but both are oso friendly people. they are always together, sharing drinks and stuff. it's just so hard not to believe they arent! they are both childhood playmates and that explains their very-very-good relationship. and i Huisan had found herself a boyfriend here as well. so no more story. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie had a boyfriend too. currently studying at MMU Cyberjaya Campus. once in a while he will drop by and had dinner together. and as i say, Jessie is older than us and so is his boyfriend. he's in his third year for engineerin if i am not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that left Khaihong. i can only described him as simply idotic, farnie, sarcastic and humorous. he's clever too! oh, and he's XinQian's boyfriend. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, me and mr.v. no explaination needed gua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, mr.v housemates, here's my classmates. PE 11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/IMG_1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/IMG_1055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everyone. with our class rep on top. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many to introduce and i dare'nt pointed out who is who.. cos never noe who might read this and get offended. haha.. tat's all. my pose is so weird. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my housemates, you all seen before dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, left no one else le gua.. see i so pathetic. still love beepee more. where friends are everywhere! that's all. wont be posting for quite sometime i think. after final will be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY HOLIDAYS" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-116031084380475305?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116031084380475305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116031084380475305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116031084380475305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116031084380475305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/10/friends-in-malacca.html' title='friends in malacca'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-116023894559037340</id><published>2006-10-08T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T09:35:45.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mr.v's bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally i am back home.&lt;br /&gt;back to my laptop where i can once more blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not for long. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/10: Computer Application exam&lt;br /&gt;10/10: English exam&lt;br /&gt;11/10: Physics exam (!!!) argh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's darlin mr.v's eighteenth bday today! and without saying of cos, this whole post is going to be about him. and thus, close ur window now when u still can! dun say i never warn you. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually celebrated his birthday earlier. yeah, that's the day before 07/10. we're having PreCalculus that day at 3 p.m. the exam went on for two hours and after that FREE! haha.. due to the very very hazy weather, both of us really got no mood to study. the whole atmosphere is enveloped in grey grey ashes and one might just suffocated. and thus, just to clear up our mind a bit and relax in between exams, plus in very need of air-conditioning, we went Dataran Pahlawan and proceed to Mahkota Parade next. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dataran Pahlawan, the newly opened shopping complex in Malacca located directly opposite Mahkota Parade. (pan must had known this very well. haha..) it's sophisticated, elegant, scenic and all. but just to remind all, bring extra cash if you want to shop. and i mean extra extra extra cash. cos stuff are all branded and lavish. MNG, Adidas, Nike, Bossini, PDI, Padini Authentic, SEED, QuikSilver, esprit de corp... you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am broke. and so i dun have cash to buy anything. not as if i'd afford any with my ever so petty cash.. :(((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in conclusion, we walked back Mahkota Parade where things are just a lil' not that high-shelved priced. haha.. we planned to catch a show! cos it's been so so so damn long since i stepped into any cinemas. but too bad all the timing not suitable. so we went around window shopping and had our dinner at mcD. mr.v's treat though it's his birthday. haha.. being a guy is just so unlucky. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after full full liao we shop somemore. till his leg couldnt stand and we went Starbuck. oh.......i just love its drink. haha.. it's his treat again. though i must say i was supposed to be the one celebrating his bday for him. teehee. and surprise, i got him a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28402%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28402%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so nicely wrapped! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we huddled in the corner of Starbuck lounge where it is all cosy with soft music playing in the background. such nice setting. haha.. and it's all free! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr..v was surprised i got him a present. cos i was telling him the whole evening i dunno what to buy and making him feeling sure i'd been an unthoughful darlin who never even bought him a present! haha.. i am not k... btw, this method is getting for so lame and lamer..used it on almost everyone. haha..should start thinking of new surprising ideas. surprise~ and so i ask him to guess what is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28397%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28397%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mr.v crackin his brain guessing what's in his hand. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as always, he ended never guessing jiu unwrapped the present. btw, it's a belt. hehe.. only after unwrapping it did he say, "yeah..crossed my mind before that i'll give him this" hmmmmmph.. and now birthday boy is happy. :))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28400%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28400%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all-smillin' and grinnin' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talk for a long time in there. photo-whoring and stuff. and when we finally finish our mocha frappucino, we get up to go back. it's around 10 p.m by then. and there's a sign restricting ppl from getting into the lounge! it said "this area had been closed" when obviously we had been inside all along. was the Starbuck manager too good and was letting us have some privacy or was it that they just wanna close shop dy? haha... he even goodheartedly bade us goodbye when we left. such a nice man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's time to go home. khaihong and jiaming tot we both disappeared dy. finish PreCal exam oso never get back home. i'm staying over for de day. yeah..again. teehee. nothing much to do so we end up watching "Ro-bin-hood". dunno exactly wat's de show name, starring Jacky Chan and Louise Koo. but damn funny movie. highly recommended! haha.. anyway, the show lasted for a very long time........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos there's a surprise in wait in between. when it's exactly 12 a.m. tadah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all his housemates are lying ambush waiting for him. i noe lil' about their plan as well. just guessed they might be up to something. and it's really such a nice surprise. they knocked on his door. we paused our show and open the door. there they are all singing birthday song with a small cupcake and a candle. so happie. i oso feel very happie. dunno why.. hehe.. to have friends surrounding you on ur birthday is such a nice nice feeling. all the cheerful smile and laughters. oh, and mr.v's face. haha.. something you would never had thought possible when he was a beepee last time. and thus really vy sorry to pan cos never made it back. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..back to topic. and after all the surprises which i dun have any photos with..so sorry, we had family-phototaking. haha.. though i am not actually included in THEIR family but still, am counted as one. photos mar..i dun have either. will post it somedays. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when everything calmed down and we both finally finished the movie, it's already around 2 a.m. something. i am tired man..... having late nights for three days in a row is too much to bear. i slept. i woke up at 12 noon ate lunch, and doze off again while revising Physics. and woke uo again at 4 p.m smthg. and at 6 p.m. smtg, we went for steamboat feast! it's a buffet style buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you can eat for just RM 15.80 per head. not that it's very cheap either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how we eat.. imagine, altogether eight person, consumed a few hundred of a variety of balls (not THAT ball, fishball, sotongball, meatball, big medium small, with filling's and without), seafood (sotong, prawns, fish), fishcakes, meat, etc, etc.. from approximately 6.30 p.m. to 10.00 p.m. haha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not just food, drinks and fruits and ice-cream are included in RM 15.80 as well. the ice-cream.. hmm..let the picture tell it's tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28413%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28413%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the mountainous pile of ice-cream wrappers. and the sticks. when we counted for the last time before we left, we got around thirty-something sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as jiaming said: we acted as if we never tasted ice-creams for the past 20years.&lt;br /&gt;but as leekee said: we never gonna dare to touch any ice-creams for next 20years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i myself ate four! just right after that big feast of steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, something special about Malacca's steamboat. it's not all about boiling everything in water. there's a space around the pot for grilling purpose. and butter are provided as well. so it's something like barbeque also. and for every 100g of leftover, you're gonna be charged RM 5.oo. so better only take what you can eat. or else will ended up like us stuffing everything down or hiding all the leftovers here and there. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while everyone is half digesting and half hibernating, the moon is shinning so brightly. only a bit odd cos it's orange in colour. all due to haze..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "HAPPY MOONCAKE FESTIVAL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28406%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28406%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;birthday boy and his third ice-cream. munching so happily. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28418%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28418%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and as you can see, for the whole post there's only mr.v's picture! how can left out me de blogger? huhuhuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happie Happie 18th Birthday, darlin.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : the meal on mr.v cos he insisted to treat.&lt;br /&gt;p/s 2: i am very happie. for whatsoever reason. haha..&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/29517953-116023894559037340?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116023894559037340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116023894559037340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116023894559037340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116023894559037340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/10/mrvs-bday.html' title='mr.v&apos;s bday'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-116000083257725339</id><published>2006-10-05T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:27:12.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 6.15 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dearest everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's A.M. 6.15 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still awake. never sleep a wink for the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?? the rest of my household ppl are still wide awake as well. it seems like the hour for unit 0908 had totally turned upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way. i had dinner at 11 p.m.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really all confused and delirious. think i really gotta sleep now. no idea what i'm writing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word are swaying,&lt;br /&gt;the screen all a blurr,&lt;br /&gt;my mind is closing,&lt;br /&gt;my brain is shutting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite everyone...&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/29517953-116000083257725339?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/116000083257725339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=116000083257725339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116000083257725339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/116000083257725339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-615-am.html' title='it&apos;s 6.15 a.m.'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-115951571579506918</id><published>2006-09-29T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:04:03.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm kinda boring now. Human Development final test paper on Monday. how can anyone not be dishearted n dispirited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i kind of browse my friendster.. then u noe what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb pan's taunting. haha.. i dooubt u rmb what is it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i find my myself such an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ideotic-childish-like-a-feather-headed-mindless-love-obsessed&lt;/span&gt; teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whewwww... what a long name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so, just to prove that I AM NO LONGER such a so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ideotic-childish-like-a-feather-headed-mindless-love-obsessed&lt;/span&gt; teenager..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i satisfied your view pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To : mr. jason&lt;br /&gt;Date : Wednesday 29th June 2005&lt;br /&gt;Time : 01.44 am&lt;br /&gt;Subject : narna calling for jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..too boring so msg u lo..&lt;br /&gt;now dy 0125 in de morning.. so tired. wanna "fan&lt;br /&gt;kau" liao.. hehe.. my cantonese improve liao wo..&lt;br /&gt;nowadays we seldom sms. at first so weird. keep look&lt;br /&gt;at the hp. then when every sms come i tot is urs.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. then later on got use to it liao.. not so jumpy.&lt;br /&gt;also dun expect ya to sms so much liao.. aiks.. dunno&lt;br /&gt;wat i'm saying. then..then..ring tone also. dunno y&lt;br /&gt;nowadays people keep calling. past also not so many&lt;br /&gt;call. then everytime my phone ring it's not the song i&lt;br /&gt;wanna hear. haha.. but then after a while also xi guan&lt;br /&gt;liao. but hehe..i keep tat song as my alarm. wakaka..&lt;br /&gt;so everyday also can hear. then i'll learn to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. kidding la. dunno how am i ever going to forget&lt;br /&gt;tat song. time flies. haha..just now ker eng i go look&lt;br /&gt;back my testimonial. about half of them mentioned&lt;br /&gt;you. wakaka.. then so much have change. aisk..&lt;br /&gt;dunno y i'm blabbering here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truthfully, i do really miss you. like those day when&lt;br /&gt;your hp got confi..still rmb? haha.. but ansur-ansur&lt;br /&gt;also learn to live without you. learn to treat you as a&lt;br /&gt;friend, not a boyfriend. very weird. hehe..most time&lt;br /&gt;also pretend out de. how's ur life now? i almost lost&lt;br /&gt;touch bout ur happening liao.. when we saw each&lt;br /&gt;other almost like stranger liao.. haih. gotta exam soon.&lt;br /&gt;study more! my advice for you. knowing u, i sure u&lt;br /&gt;haven study except reading sej. haha.. so many&lt;br /&gt;memories to keep, to huai nian. haha.. i'll always rmb&lt;br /&gt;all those time. not that i wan forget can forget. also&lt;br /&gt;wanna remind u my chronicle! already delay dunno&lt;br /&gt;how long liao.. haha.. tis year left not much le. i guess&lt;br /&gt;after spm we'r both going our own way. interact&lt;br /&gt;function also almost finish. everything seems to end&lt;br /&gt;so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..suddenly think of smthg. it's interact who&lt;br /&gt;brought us together de rite? i owe so much to interact.&lt;br /&gt;and i sacrifice lotsa too for interact. now it's coming to&lt;br /&gt;an end, some part of me feel relieve. the other part bu&lt;br /&gt;she de. if time can stop how good hor? i wanna stop,&lt;br /&gt;stop forever at the balcony by the lake side. haha.. i&lt;br /&gt;think i terlanjur tulis liao.. so long. haha.. mayb&lt;br /&gt;continue next time. tata.. somehow i feel i can never&lt;br /&gt;forget you forever. Nite =) and thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my FORGOTTEN past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left in friendster message outbox to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, why not saved it here to remind me again never to do such &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ideotic-childish-like-a-feather-headed-mindless-love-obsessed&lt;/span&gt;-kind of act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laugh all you like&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even stop myself. it's really me who wrote that. how can i in my most impossible dream did that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as the saying goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is Blind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true is that? haha.. but hey, my blindedness had cured. it's a new me now so never compared me with tat old &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ideotic-childish-like-a-feather-headed-mindless-love-obsessed&lt;/span&gt; teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just a small reminder for myself. haha.. btw, there's no privacy infringement kay..cos i'm the writter herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, just to clarify, i'm not ashamed of this or what.. i am contended. past, current and hopefully future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel INCREDULOUS how i can be such a ideo-.. dun get me started again. haha..&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/29517953-115951571579506918?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115951571579506918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115951571579506918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115951571579506918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115951571579506918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-kinda-boring-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-115933626520572655</id><published>2006-09-27T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:51:05.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had the urge to blog at five a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; however, i restrained myself and forced myself to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; come to think of,&lt;br /&gt; we know how to read,&lt;br /&gt; we know how to eat,&lt;br /&gt; we know how to breathe,&lt;br /&gt; how to be angry.. and yet..&lt;br /&gt; how do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hmm mar..for this question i'd no answer. i just fell asleep after thinking over about everything that there is to be thought about. and so lastly, as i'm waiting for my porridge to get cooked, let me tell you all a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; starring: me, Nycol, HooiLing, ahShen, Constance&lt;br /&gt; setting: our house 0908, the net (MSN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this is how everthing started. i'm feeling bored and hanging around here and there. barge into Nycol's room and suddenly everyone except Constance is there. she's sleeping btw and she seldom mix and joke with us so it's just like a normal day. it's around one smthg in the morning and i just finish watching the eleventh episode of smile pasta. am talking to HooiLing about it and stuff. dunno..just crap, gossiping mostly. Nycol was telling us about a bimbo in her class who coincidentally is also a bragger. and knowing that person too, i couldn't agree better. she's not feeling that fine actually, are cooling off from her relationship with her boyfriend. we hear some, talk some, give some advices and joke around lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; time passes fast. it's three a.m. and i got up and said i really must go and sleep now. i went back my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; few minutes later, HooiLing came over my room, shhhhhhhhhhhh.. i had no idea what happen. i tot they were joking or smth. and so i go over to her room again. there, in her msn, a message from Constance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "i noe u four hate me a lot and talk bad things behind my back. i just want to tell you all i'm moving out after this sem and i'l move to the empty room for now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i was struck dumbfounded. what happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my first thought is HooiLing they all playing me. but seeing all of their serious faces i noe this is no joke. we hate her??? and btw, wasnt she sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HooiLing replied but no more from Constance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; alas we decided, after all we're housemates. shud clear up the misunderstanding no matter what. and we sum up out courage, go over Constance room and ask what's wrong. she wont even see us eye to eye. but we could see there were tears. i really dunno what's going on, to tell the truth. one minutes she's all fine smillng and all, and then sleeping. now, she's there wide awake, teary-eyed as if we whole house of mean girls bullying her. the more we talk, the more she typed. ignoring us completely. she even turn her earphone volume up when we tried to talk to her. so drama-like dun u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and so verbal communication doesnt work. we tried msn. i never had her MSN account. others also is they added me, i never bother much about this. and so i used ahShen's laptop, which is only a few centimetres away from hers and talk to her thru msn. not as if she hear anyway. cos whatever i typed got no response. mayb she hated me to core, though i really dunno what had i did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sooner, i left her room. and back to Nycol's room. she's chatting fine with Nycol. although it's like ten lines versus one line. i tried to talk her into logic, into her senses that we never said anyting bad about her. we din even mention her much in our converstaion just awhile ago. to us, she's quite a goody girl, quiet, gentle and dainty not to forget pretty, your girl-next-door type of girl. so why would we want to hold grudges on her???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and she mention she likes Nycol. and she think Nycol the good compare to the others. she believe Nycol, not us. we are the backstabbers. BACKSTABBERS. u now how sensitive this word is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; stoopid f'ck her la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; her sudden emo jiu can simply accuse ppl huh?? since when had i been accused so?? the first time getting accused but for the stooopidest reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; at first i was feeling sorry for her, and every ready to say sorry for making her misundertand so. and that is why we explain. we typed so much and she just say "whatever la..u all say what jiu wat. dun try to be nice after backstab me. i dun care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i dun give a shit u care a not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and now i'm angry. i mean now as in when the thing just happen la.. she's just another unreasonable, spoilt prat. dun talk sense at all. well, i forgot to mention what is the misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; misunderstandin 1: she say she heard ahShen said "i hate her very much" and HooiLing replied "aiya..why u hate her so much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; explaination 1 : they are talking about SMILE PASTA for god sake. they hate RITA. adoiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; misunderstandin 2: she say sms got wrong meh? keep sms cannot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; explaination 2: she overheard us talking about Nycol's bimbo friend, who brag about how her phone wont stop ringing with sms coming in non-stop even when she's taking her afternoon nap. and she tot we said her keep sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; btw, anything wrong with keep sms-ing? and her phone dun ring as much compared to us cos she put silent mode. so why do we care? i just wan to tell her "WE DUN CARE! and we arent talking about you all the while at all, CAN U PLEASE DUN SO PERASAN N THINK WE CARE SO MUCH BOUT U???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; just because we din close the door while talking, and our voice is so freaking loud n shrill and her door happen to be opened as well, and she so accidentally heard what we're talking and she assume WE ARE TALKING ABOUT HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; please la..we got nothing better to do? talk about u til three in the early morning?? first u suddenly come and confront us out of blue. now u telling us u dun care what we think and you're moving out btw. what is this? pyscho attack? AND  we do not close the door because we got nothing to hide. even if u come and join us that very minute we can still continue because our conscience is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and she mention living with us is suffering. "she had a tough time with us guys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ok..so she likes Nycol and thus minus her. she's indirectly saying "I HATE JOANNA, HOOILING and AHSHEN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; fine..i heard that. we're a hard bunch. we only mix with brute. i'm so sorry you so unluckily got picked to stay together with us in 0908. AND something i dun understand. i dun even stay at home much. so how can i 'ter-zui' her? weekends i'm mostly not at home, same goes to her. weekdays i'd class whole day. nite i oso seldom show face. SO HOW DID I IN ANY WAYS OFFENDED HER? haih.. really hen nan understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so as i'm rolling on my bed at five a.m trying to sleep, i remember flins. always there through quarrels and laughters. never so misundertanded. understandin without even speaking it out. dun even need to try to explain and everything will work out just fine. miss those times when we can meet up and talk long hours, at chng's tv room, Secret Recipe (4pm to 8pm!!), RealJoy (bday RM80 feast) and lots more lots more. come to think of, it's been so so so so long since we last gathered anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ohhh...i'd been thinking of something else too. what is "i love to make friends"? the next time anyone ask me i'll definetely say no. i dun like to make friends. making friends is so hard i dunno how anyone can say this is their hobbies. and i take back my words. i am not friendly. not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this few days, as i'm thinking, making friend is really damn tough. friends who click off just click off. you dun get friends like that thru making friends. these type of friends can be quite a lot. but those that can really click without even trying to click is those that will last forver. sounds confusin. not sure i understand that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; haha.. alas, a laugh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; p/s: why do i keep blogging about quarreling nowadays? ooops, is misunderstanding. i'm not angry. no no..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-115933626520572655?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115933626520572655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115933626520572655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115933626520572655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115933626520572655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-had-urge-to-blog-at-five_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-115839384968796440</id><published>2006-09-16T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T01:04:09.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must confess..</title><content type='html'>i'd started living with mr.v alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not e-v-e-r-yday, only during weekends, when i din go back beepee. which in some way, seems quite a lot too. you see, i dun have class on Friday. most of the time, my class finished on thursday evening at 4 pm. and so when mr.v's class ended at 5 pm, he'll drop by ixora n pick me up. on sunday, around eveing time i'l be back in ixora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. it's kind of a routine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit boring n monotonous to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leads to the big fight yesterday. i dunno if it can be considered THE FIRST BIG FIGHT. since we dun fight much. when we quarrel, we just keep silence. so is it considered a quarrel at all? and one thing, it's so much more dramatic n frightening to quarrel face to face compared to by-sms. by sms, if we quarrel, it will only be 'dun reply' and case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but face to face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so this is how the whole thing happened. thursday night, i was here as usual. with my backpack n laptop. it's goin to be yet another peaceful weekend if THAT did not happen. late night, i was tampering with my photos, copying, croppin here and there. i just get ACDsee installed and just wanna try out. imagine, since having my laptop from last year, i never had an picture editting software. so when alas i can modify, can crop..cant i be a bit engrossed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it did seems like ignored him the whole night. but he's studying. and my pressence always seem to disturb him in one or another way. so by keeping myself quiet n scarce, wouldnt it be better? and we're having Phys Lab Final on friday evening. it's already thursday nite and he hadn't yet started. so i tot, some peace for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i sound so agitated? haih.. i'm fine by the way. we make up after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the story continued. he's there silently studying and me with my laptop. then he saw what i was doin and comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ni hen zhi lian le."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a very sarcastic way. oh...ok..or mayb it's just wat i think and he was just joking. which will make me an idiot or smtg. but i'm angry. for that instance i really wanna close off the window page which id been doin for more than half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i think, why would i wan to do that. i'm doin what i like to do. if he dun like so? i get away from him as far. i am angry. and he din bother to come say sorry. i'm so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just sighed n continued his studies. like as if 'there she is, shua pi qi again' kind of attitude. which even pissed off me more. soon, he fall asleep. i really cant stand. making me happie and never cry, isnt this what he promised before? whatever..i got my laptop and IM til 2 am smtg with headphone on. which is stupid of me as well..because i ended up argueing with a monkey about his monkey-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to sleep on the floor at first. but the thought of slimy-creatures such as lizard, cockraoches, rats (!!) puts me off the idea. i tried to sleep as far from him. which is kind of tough, when we'r both on a single bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's morning time (friday), and mr.v got classes at 9 am. which i dont. he woke up and i kind of in half daze watchin.. of course im acting like i'm still in dream. nthg happened. no pankiss no peck. and so i tot..the quarrel not yet over. duh..i dun mind. he headed off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silent spell befall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 11 am. he's back. i just woke up. a few small talk and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silent spell again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me if wanna eat lunch. i din answer. (which he said later was one of the causes he angry of me too, as if talking to 'mu tou ren') but hey, ask a second time mar..... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he studied his, i studied mine. though i doubt how much we both managed to absorb in. an hour or more pass, i'm hungry. almost pengsan from hunger....... dun care dy. i took my wallet, get his key, unlock his front door and walk to nearby coffee shops to tapao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's yong tao foo btw. n only did now i really it's expensive. 0.50 per piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry, so money dun matter much. but even as i am still angry, i tapao-ed a packet for mr.v. (large de some more) while i was walking home, i did wonder whether he'll worried about me and come out find me or smtg. but that didnt happen. and even when i reached home n unpack my lunch, he is still hunch up in his room. i ate and continue my study. he was still there. not budging a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when he get up for toilet, he saw, i confirm he saw the packet i tapao for him and he din even care. he din even ask. he did nth. when he goes back to studying again, he open his container and munch biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SEETHING WITH ANGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is wat i get for being thoughtful and getting him a packet?? waste my energy and efforts. not like as he'll care if i got run down in a accident or kidnapped away. i'm angry, upset, very very hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after fifteen minutes or so, i cant stand anymore and get changed. packed up my stuff. i'm going back to ixora. what's the use of two being together if we'r so pissed off at each other face? i rather go back and stare my room. cry or no cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i'm really upset. and i noe i wouldnt get so work up and terribly hurt if i din love him. the logic just work the opposite way! i'm starting to doubt if it was even right in the first place to started and all kinds of stuff. well, he stopped me. i din managed to get out of his room at all. man..guys strength are frightfully strong when they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to leave. it hurts so much just to stay. he asked, ' did i noe he was angry too?' i knew. yet, i am angry too! he told me what he's angry of. that i'm aloof sometime, i never took him in consderations sometimes, tis n tat. some are true but some are not! and did he know what i'm angry about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my list.&lt;br /&gt;- being so totally unappreciative of my pressence&lt;br /&gt;- being so unromantic (i noe he wasnt and i tried to forgo this)&lt;br /&gt;- being too routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to him// i noe it's not ur fault. you say i could change and so can you rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, i am contented with what he is now. mayb i did act a bit wilful, a bit unreasonable, a bit incosiderate, a bit a bit of everythng. sowie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, i just love make up after a big quarrel! and i hated quarreling. very very much. able to touch him is always better than seeing him from a far. and i really shud try stopping my feeling from plunging deeper. it wasnt this seriuos when i written it down now plus i'm in a good mood. but the real thg is .....  just dont hope it to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.....i must clarify one thg. even though we're spending much of time together, but NOTHING, absolutely nothing happen between us. and yesh pan, i'm still a virgin.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living together as in;&lt;br /&gt;studying together,&lt;br /&gt;eating together,&lt;br /&gt;play together,&lt;br /&gt;laugh together&lt;br /&gt;and doing our own stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like now. me blogging and he doing his computer applications assignment. well, come to think about it, i shud be studying for my computer appli quiz this monday too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lil pieces of my love life. keep in Blogger.com for future references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i got PTPTN Loan! finally a load of my shoulder. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-115839384968796440?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115839384968796440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115839384968796440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115839384968796440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115839384968796440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-must-confess.html' title='I must confess..'/><author><name>Derrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-115807461494746154</id><published>2006-09-12T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T08:23:34.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;currently i'm obsessed with these kinda thingie. so just bear with me k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dun mind, tag urself as well. it's fun. (when you are borin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAD SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever really cried your heart out?&lt;br /&gt;of course, and for so many reasons. friends, love, studies, families, movies..even the weather makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;yeah..and most of the times, because of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried on your friend's shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;there's always so many shoulders for me to lean on. but i doubt i ever cried myself in front of buddiesssss. i'm strong, ya noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried over the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury?&lt;br /&gt;it's painful... sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;yup, very certain songs..after break up. hor pan chng wong? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;i am. currently. hope can last my whole lifetime being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can always make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS (flincuse to be precise)..just being around them makes me happie. and other friends in general. GOOD results of cos make everyone happy. LOVE (not always), so cant be considered. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were happier?&lt;br /&gt;ya..when i become rich tai tai i'l become happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being happy overrated?&lt;br /&gt;no. everyone shud be happy. happie happi happi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can music make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;yup, when you're in love. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;once, and it's enuf to last me a whole lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if i'd die for him. but i DID love someone once so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone besides your family ever said they loved you?&lt;br /&gt;flincuse! my ex and my current. and some out of place ppl (prank).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been truly in love?&lt;br /&gt;been, and still being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you actually hate?&lt;br /&gt;heartbreakers. correction: heartless-selfish-jerk-inhumane-son-of-the-bitch-who-did-he-think-he-is type of heartbreakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made a hit list?&lt;br /&gt;i did no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a hit list?&lt;br /&gt;dont think so. i'm so goooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a mean bully?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate George Bush?&lt;br /&gt;as far as my concern, i dunno him he dunno me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELF ESTEEM SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good looking?&lt;br /&gt;can i say yesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you could be someone else?&lt;br /&gt;someone with a better brain but all-nerdy look? judging from all aspect, i stil prefer to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK AT ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current hair?&lt;br /&gt;Black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your natural color?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Black. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Piercings?&lt;br /&gt;three! more coming. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight Hair or Curls?&lt;br /&gt;Straight. will curls look nice on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURRENTLY WEARING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;drama club basuh sampai lusuh t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorts?&lt;br /&gt;shorts la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes?&lt;br /&gt;barefoot. my leg is having cramp. this post is too long man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwear?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necklaces?&lt;br /&gt;currently look like auntie not goin for date shiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;pan chng wong shio yee vincent jason lil vincent and e-v-e-r-yone during the ytm camp (we'r forced) guess that's all. anyone i missed out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on the phone until the sun came up?&lt;br /&gt;does being on a webcam counts? after all, it's just like being on phone. i'm seeing the person's face as well as talking. the sun din come out. but i got scared tat mom might wake up n i'm dead meat. we were online til 5.30 am! the crazy fella with me is eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a song on repeat for more than an hour?&lt;br /&gt;when i'm trying to get the lyrics. or when i'm thinking. hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you peed in your pants?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not THAT crazy. til sore throat got la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LASTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person you talked to in person?&lt;br /&gt;ahShen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person you talked to online?&lt;br /&gt;my msn wont connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh?&lt;br /&gt;gossips on somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time you had a shower?&lt;br /&gt;five smtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like surveys?&lt;br /&gt;not really. but i'm bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use?&lt;br /&gt;irrelevant. dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;okay okay lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel stressed?&lt;br /&gt;ya..exam around the corner. who wont? n i'm bloggin yet again. chilll...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-115807461494746154?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115807461494746154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115807461494746154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115807461494746154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115807461494746154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/09/dear-all-currently-im-obsessed-with_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-115789618651684579</id><published>2006-09-10T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T06:49:46.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there it goes again.. end of my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's monday again tomoro. for another four days it's gonna be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early wake up,&lt;br /&gt;late-night sleep,&lt;br /&gt;walk n walk n walk,&lt;br /&gt;lift-cramming,&lt;br /&gt;stairs-climbing,&lt;br /&gt;eating out,&lt;br /&gt;sucky lectures,&lt;br /&gt;sleepy lectures,&lt;br /&gt;brain-cracking attire-choosing,&lt;br /&gt;laundry washing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ending up very tired at the end of everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love weekends so much.&lt;/span&gt; seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention there's gonna be my Physics Lab final next week friday. see how sucky is my life! it's been continuously for three-weeks berturut-turut i'm having test on friday! week after week. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first week, it's Pre-Cal Test 2&lt;br /&gt;the second week, meaning last week, it's Physics I Test 2&lt;br /&gt;the third week, that's now, my Physics Lab final paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after all of this, it's gonna be final. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's my rest time??! who says college all fun n lepak? so not true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm in deep shit. my Physics test goes damn wrong. i predicting i'l only nearly pass. there's three question all together, in which i can only say i did the first with much confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. sigh. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : sekiranya tiada halangan, i'll be back this weekend. pan dun miss me too much. :) chng wanna go back too? dear says most prob she's going back too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-115789618651684579?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115789618651684579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115789618651684579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115789618651684579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115789618651684579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-it-goes-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-115777422504050234</id><published>2006-09-09T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:57:05.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saviour Every Single Moment, anyone?</title><content type='html'>To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of a sister&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of ten years:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a newly&lt;br /&gt;Divorced couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of four years:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one year:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a student who&lt;br /&gt;Has failed a final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of nine months:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one month:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a mother&lt;br /&gt;who has given birth to&lt;br /&gt;A premature baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one week:&lt;br /&gt;Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one hour:&lt;br /&gt;Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one minute:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a person&lt;br /&gt;Who has missed the train, bus or plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one-second:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a person&lt;br /&gt;Who has survived an accident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one millisecond:&lt;br /&gt;Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every moment you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-115777422504050234?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115777422504050234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115777422504050234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115777422504050234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115777422504050234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/09/saviour-every-single-moment-anyone.html' title='Saviour Every Single Moment, anyone?'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-115759322792773627</id><published>2006-09-06T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:40:27.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Life is fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn that yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your closed ones may be gone tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD bless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: treasure every second of your life, even if it's just sucky lecture classes. haha.. as chng said, "saviour every second"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la...gotta rush for my ten o'clock class. omg..it's 9.35 n i'm stil not yet changed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-115759322792773627?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115759322792773627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115759322792773627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115759322792773627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115759322792773627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/09/random_06.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-115716722910677543</id><published>2006-09-02T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:21:59.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in reply to chng's/me's question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a post dedicated for Smile Pasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/800-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/800-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WEI XIAO Pasta or Smile Pasta like so many of taiwanese ou xiang ju....mesmerizes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starring Nicholas Zhang Dong Liang and Cyndi Wang. they make such a cute couple. teehee. i'm completely besotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas acts as a superstar everyone loves, HeJun. one day, as he say, the unluckiest day of his life, he met XiaoShi, the pasta-making girl. it's not really about all kinds of pasta. just spaghetti. and the story grows on... while HeJun is running away from paparazzi, he accidentally bump into XiaoShi, and accidentally again (as if) kissed her. their kissed get caught on shot and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... plus a lot of coincidence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XiaoShi ended up getting proclaimed as the fiancee of HeJun, right after a day they meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the story turns, grows, shrinks, stretches into ur typical taiwanese drama. some say it's plot is a bit like Full House. i doubt. mayb only the part in which HeJun act as a superstar is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/pic25kw8mla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/pic25kw8mla.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the fact that Nicholas resembles Rain so much in the drama cannot be denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in torture waiting for the eighth episode of Smile Pasta*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-115716722910677543?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115716722910677543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115716722910677543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115716722910677543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115716722910677543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-reply-to-chngsmes-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-115711989208536636</id><published>2006-09-01T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:33:12.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Hut versus Shakey's</title><content type='html'>finish my Pre-cal test at 6.30pm. invigilators took their own sweet time, and we ended up 6.45pm only getting out of Exam Hall. it's a one and a half hour test. i used only half an hour to finish it. easieeeeee! yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which me and mr.v went for dinner, at PIZZA HUT! so long since i last been to anywhere's Pizza Hut. the last pizza i ate is from Shakey's at Tesco. so, let me make comparison between both upleading pizza-maker. plus plus plus..a lot of photo-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's Shakeeeeeeeeey's first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Picture%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Picture%289%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shakey's menu. and their slogan, More Pizza. More Than Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Picture%2810%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Picture%2810%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my meal at Shakey's. taken a long time ago. meant to blog but procrastinating kills de mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a regular pizza, come in half:half flavour, garlic bread, two bowls of soup, a Pepsi each and 2 chicken wings! for only just RM 28 ++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lack of photos as it's been such a long time ago.................. deleted most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28370%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28370%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pizza Hut. it's slogan..i dunno. is it All Under One Roof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28354%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28354%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ohhhhhhhhhhhhh......and they serve the new Triple Chicken Cheesy Bites. hot of the oven.. with all the cheeses oozing out.. ma ma miah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28355%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28355%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our side-ordered Cheesy Meatballs in Masala Sauce. yummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28350%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28350%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the whole set for two people consists of a regular Triple Chicken Cheesy Bites pizza, 2 glass of Pepsi, mushroom soup for each as usual and Parmesan breadstix. (plus our side-order n service charges n tax, it's around RM 40 ++)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broke.............. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//gourmet pictures worthy for magazines! :p both taken by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28369%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28369%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the road view. we sat just by the window and mr.v commented how tat it just feels so Hong Kong-ish. busy cars rushing by, lights everywhere.. and dining right beside it. how romantic! except, we are not in a high posh restaurant. only Pizza Hut. spoilsport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bout the photo-whoring i mentoned earlier..... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28359%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28359%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;him eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28360%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28360%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/picss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/picss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there's too much pics. so all in all, compressed into one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, mr.v n me as judge, we voted Pizza Hut as a better choice although its much expensive. it's the taste that counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it didnt help much that the picture quality of Shakey's is so baaaaad. wat to do... how can SoneEricsson K700i VGA camera phone fight with Nokia 7610 1.3 MP camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone faster take pity of me and buy me a walkman phone. :)&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/29517953-115711989208536636?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115711989208536636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115711989208536636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115711989208536636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115711989208536636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/09/pizza-hut-versus-shakeys.html' title='Pizza Hut versus Shakey&apos;s'/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-115708118486292628</id><published>2006-09-01T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:26:24.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four-days straight of holiday, and wat have i done and what else i am going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on merdeka eve, me, as one of the many lifeless Malaysian who dont have the merdeka spirit, or simply to lazy to try to have one, was onlining. in between which i am also watching Smile Pasta epi 7 and the movie "Just My Luck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all downloaded n it didnt cost me a single cent. am getting more copyright infrngement case on myself. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile Pasta, very nice show! how i'd waited for this epi7.. cos for the past episodes, it's all downloaded by ahShen. and the website she always downloaded in from DID NOT upload even til wednesday this weeek. how very irresponsible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since my last two-hour class on wednesday was cancelled as the very last minute, i head back home. n what did i find? another idiocy of US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having waited so long, HooiLing and ahShen both oso cannot wait dy. n wat they did? they search from YouTube. It has the whole episeode. but the whole episode 7 is cutted into 7 section cos i guess mayb they file is to big to be uploaded in one shoot. and so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HooiLing's pc in charge of Part 1. waiting for the buffering is so damn very long. and after a vewie vewie long wait, we finally get to watch. while watching Part 1, ahShen laptop is entrusted with Part 2. so by the time we finish the Part 1, we shoot to ahShen's room for Part 2 which almost finish buffered. Part 3 back in HooiLing's room n Part 4 in ahShen's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how desperate we are. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have wonder why my pc is not involved, cos it currently resides in mr.v's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, as i mention, there is 7 parts. HooiLing is going back at 6.30smtg so we end our sampat whizz move. ahShen continue waiting and i slumber into unconsiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner with mr.v, went his house again. and guess what? JiaMing, his housemate, has the whole episode. herghhh..waste all my time waiting for YouTube. and that is why at midnight on merdeka's eve i am still watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..we din even realise it's MERDEKA~ only know that the phone keep ringing with sudden rush of messages. after which inspected, do i noe, yeah... Happy Merdeka Day to all. though it's a bit too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermmm..on Merdeka's Day itself, what did i do? spend my whole day with mr.v doing calculus. stupid test on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, what did i do? yeah..bloggin after just wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gambateh for my test later at 5.00pm. after which is happy hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-115708118486292628?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115708118486292628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115708118486292628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115708118486292628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115708118486292628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/09/four-days-straight-of-holiday-and-wat.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-115689996504878929</id><published>2006-08-29T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:12:00.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i start a tag myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's my blog. my call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01) What is ur phone type?&lt;br /&gt;:: SonyEricsson K700i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02) What's the last 3 digits of your mobile number?:&lt;br /&gt;:: 678&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03) What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;:: "ok" by mr.v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04) Who's the first person who comes up under the letter M?:&lt;br /&gt;:: May (no idea who it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05) Who's the last person you rang?:&lt;br /&gt;:: mr.v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06) Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;:: home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07) Who's the 2nd person who comes up under D?&lt;br /&gt;:: Davin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08) What does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;:: "i may not be a clock tat may sms u 24 hours a day but my heart will be like a clock that will not stop thinking and missing for u, darlin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09)Who's the 3rd person who comes up under J?&lt;br /&gt;:: Janice (Aunt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Go to your Sent Items ..what does the5th msg say?&lt;br /&gt;:: "not really..still figuring it out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Who's the 4th person who comes up under S?:&lt;br /&gt;:: Shen-Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What your network provider?:&lt;br /&gt;:: maxis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) How many messages are currently in your inbox?:&lt;br /&gt;:: SE dun have msg count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What do you have as your background?:&lt;br /&gt;:: snoopy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Who's the 2nd person who comes up under R?:&lt;br /&gt;:: none. (there's only one R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Who do you have on speed dial 3?:&lt;br /&gt;:: no speed dial for that number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) If you're on Pay as you Go, how much credit do you have?&lt;br /&gt;:: dun drive long-distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Who's the first person who comes up under C?:&lt;br /&gt;:: Candice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) How many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;:: nil!!! SOS Calls Only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;:: Where'd you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Yourself&lt;br /&gt;:: Average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Your Lover&lt;br /&gt;:: Tired (vewiee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Your Hair&lt;br /&gt;:: Straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;:: Nag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Your Father&lt;br /&gt;:: Tolerant, my source of $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Your Favourite Item&lt;br /&gt;:: Laptop, photosssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Your Dream Last Night&lt;br /&gt;:: Dreamless (too tired to dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Your Favourite Drink&lt;br /&gt;:: Guava Plum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Your Dream Home&lt;br /&gt;:: &gt;1 million cost house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) The Room You Are In&lt;br /&gt;:: Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Your Pets&lt;br /&gt;:: Dust, hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What You Are Now&lt;br /&gt;:: Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Who You Want to be in Ten Years&lt;br /&gt;:: Rich Tai-tai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) What You Want to be in Ten Years&lt;br /&gt;:: Successful, lovable, still as cute as ever :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What You're Not&lt;br /&gt;:: Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;:: Flincusez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) One of Your Wishlist Items&lt;br /&gt;:: SonyEricsson Wseries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Your Gender&lt;br /&gt;:: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) The Last Thing You Did&lt;br /&gt;:: Typed "Female"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What You Are Wearing&lt;br /&gt;:: Same Thing I wore this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Your Favourite Weather&lt;br /&gt;:: Rainy, cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Your Favourite Book&lt;br /&gt;:: Shopahalics, HarryPotter's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) The Last Thing You Ate&lt;br /&gt;:: Rm1.20 ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Your Life&lt;br /&gt;:: Packed to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Your Mood&lt;br /&gt;:: Between happy and moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Favourite Article of Clothing&lt;br /&gt;:: Seventeen..err..dun have really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Favourite Colour&lt;br /&gt;:: Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) School&lt;br /&gt;:: Busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Song&lt;br /&gt;:: Smile Pasta OST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Tag&lt;br /&gt;:: pan and chng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-115689996504878929?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115689996504878929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115689996504878929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115689996504878929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115689996504878929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/08/dearest-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-115684538147762554</id><published>2006-08-29T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T02:56:21.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did a very very funnie mistake today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup..so damn fcukin funnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a meeting yesterday nite at spr (Student Publication Room) for all spb-ians. i went, despite the quiz today. see how loyal i am! but that also because i'm the Managing Editor now. wah..sounds so classy n superb huh? it's just the secretary post for Sigma yearbook. n as a ex-highcom before, i understand how leader hated those who never come for meetings, always giving excuses, arriving late, never getting anythng done kind of people. yup, it's you! you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that i'm a lowerclass highcom, i think i shud do my part. perhaps i did a lil bit more than it shud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me continue my story. and so, it was decided that there was gonna be yet another small meeting to discuss some minor issue on 8.30 tomoro. ya..just 8.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you, no people mention about it being in morning or night!&lt;br /&gt;whether it is am or pm.&lt;br /&gt;whether it is sunny or moony.&lt;br /&gt;nobody mention anythg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, everyone understood it as 8.30 AT NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waste my energy waking up half and hour earlier...&lt;br /&gt;and later still gonna go for the meetin at 8.30 P.M....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an idiocy of me *.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-115684538147762554?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115684538147762554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115684538147762554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115684538147762554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115684538147762554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-did-very-very-funnie-mistake-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-115668553428816530</id><published>2006-08-27T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T06:32:15.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is sunday. i am blogging while eating my dinner. mum packed TWO "ai xing bian tang" (i puikz) for me to bring back to malacca as dinner. one for me n another for mr.v, though it's not the case at all. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been wanting to blog! a lot to blog. and yet the connection sucks like hell. whether is ixora's connection or mr.v's house de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok..first thing i wanna ask, how's my new blogskin???? no more complains gua.. pan the complainist, satisfied? i find high n low despite tons of hw and sucky internet connection. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly (still eating..), ohh..i am going to have my Pre-Calculus Test 2 next week. exactly a day after National Day. and directly mercilessly blown my holiday plan. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am supposedly free for the every Fridays, with the test right at the moment, well..there goes all the other free time the whole next week. AND THAT'S NOT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics I Test 2 is on the week after :((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i'm not going back beepee as frequently as i am currently. miss me a lot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, my trip to Jonker Street! imagine, after ady been to Malacca for a whole three months..this is the first time i been there. (since started studying here la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Friday, as usual my whole free day and i used it so meaningfully. :) am so proud of myself! though i woke up late :p but i managed to finish almost a full chapter of my calculus. at the school library. cos the weather is so damn hot! the room itself is like an oven, baking us to sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after slogging the whole afternoon doing calculus aka the inseparable add maths, i succumb to pleasure. teehee. me n mr.v decide to go Jonker. just wanna relax a bit and since there arent gonna be any free weekends after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however.... it rained half way -.-" and we find a vy "fu ku" place to have dinner. ya..dinner at nine p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28331%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28331%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dinner right here. and the rain is pouring heavily outside. :) they serve specialty nyonya laksa n ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28334%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28334%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nyonya cendol. or easily decribed as shaved ice with vewie wewie sweet n sticky gula melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28337%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28337%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mr.v slurping the last of the last. see how delicious it is! a must try of malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28339%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28339%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;self-taken while waiting for our bowls of laksa. the boss actually overlooked us! we waited like dummies while seeing those who came even later than us got served before us. &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28341%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28341%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the street after the rain. yu zhong man bu. haha.. so drama-like. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while strolling now the almost deserted street, we found ourselves in one of the typical tourist shop. and see what i got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28342%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28342%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a birdie! so tame it hopped to my hand just like tat. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, and that sums up my trip there. and i noe. yah..seriously i realised. from all those pictures.. i'd grown fat. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, installation! so kelian, only two flincusez are left to join the fun. however....i really must say, i am ooooooooold. reach Katerina Hotel and among the crowd, i failed to even nail a few which i recognised. it's the youngster world now. oooooooooooooooooooooold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i spotted one even older than me. shiyee came! and we managed to take a foursome picture of all the ex-n-current presidentssss. but sadly i dun have the pic. ask from pan later. and there's my handsome son, mr.boon. but still, pictures are with pan. and my picture with pan..of cos is with pan. so pannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only picture i had, with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28346%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28346%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HahHAHAHA.. and i love this picture. for no apparent reason. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lei said luckily i wear like that. (like what i wore that day) instead of just a normal tee which i almost decided to wear. or i would look so weird among all the formal dressed ppl. and i'm the ex-ex president. as if there are any others who cared. hey, and i wore high heel. oh my..i'm getting more n more ladylike (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm...found another pic. quite blurr though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Image%28344%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Image%28344%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shioyee (with her mask on) and me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long post indeed. and i finally finish my dinner. so full.. burp. gotta wash up tupperwares n dish. so troublesome. lazy..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-115668553428816530?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/feeds/115668553428816530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29517953&amp;postID=115668553428816530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115668553428816530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29517953/posts/default/115668553428816530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-na.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-is-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><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-29517953.post-115598764987848719</id><published>2006-08-19T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T04:40:49.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just come back from a dentist checkup. teeth-washing can be a pain in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i'm only back home yesterday at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya..the time when most cinderellas come back. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to pan's ah ma n mum, i got three whole bagful of goodies back home after a long wait. and from the totals of three bag i summarized into a bag which i'm gonna drag back malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all titbits, biscuits, pringles, sweets, maggi mee, and canned food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nowadays, i feel more n more auntie. noe why? or shud i say getting for huang-lian-po like? seeing the canned food n i'm thinking of what i could cook back in my Ixora Apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;types of canned food available:&lt;br /&gt;1. baked beans&lt;br /&gt;2. spinach(chai xim)&lt;br /&gt;3. nuts(hua sen) - canned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday nite safe money. boil porridge, served with canned nuts n spinach. two-ppl served, namely me n mr.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday nite, with my housemates. cooking rice (we have a rice cooker!), a soup (planned on bringing up my hand-made wan tan), cabbage (bought at tesco), and baked beans with sausages, some fish-fingers or nuggets as add-ons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling hungry yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell ya i'm a good cook! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29517953-115598764987848719?l=j-na.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-115572488556820817</id><published>2006-08-16T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T03:41:25.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my english class today damn funny la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only an hour class. and miss mimihayu started off by telling us we'r learning vocabulary today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handouts are passed out and it's a quiz! not the serious marks consuming type. just a fun quiz. and it's very very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm...wonder if anyone heard bout it before? it's call the "REBUS Puzzle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay..what's the answer? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess no one will noe, so let me explain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR TIME&lt;/span&gt; is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the trick? if you are a bit down on wittiness i cant blame ya. haha..so let's proceed to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGED &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGED&lt;/span&gt; AGED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is easy rite? the answer is so obviously "middle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AGED&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch the ball now? teehee. noe how tut u all are dy bar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEAFRIENDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah...this is a bit tricky. din get it myself til i heard the answer. but it is so obvious i feel like banging my head. so you out there, try banging. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A FRIEND&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand? haha...the whole class is ooooooooh-ing like han zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's around 20 questions but i'l only pick a few. gotta go out for dinner. and so my last question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SGEG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, tat's it. that the question. happy figuring. hehe.. will tell ya answer if u ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517953.post-115543599508169470</id><published>2006-08-13T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T19:26:35.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day before yesterday is a moody day.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday is a moody day.&lt;br /&gt;today is still a moody day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example of a moody day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Picture%2834%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Picture%2834%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the dark cloud is slowly enveloping the small town of minyak beku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, went there yesterday for apparent no reason. just tat it's been so long since i last went and mr.v suddenly thought of going there. the weather, being so moody, make everything so moody. the sea is the colour of the sky..it can be quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a haunted ship like those in the Pirates of Carribean happen to pass by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/1600/Picture%2832%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7391/3146/320/Picture%2832%29.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it really looks damn haunted woi.. all wooden and black brown colour. seem so lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being the two sampat, cranky headed couple.. we played run and catch there. running and shouting the place down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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