<?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-5540673155471252147</id><updated>2011-09-30T21:57:00.940+08:00</updated><category term='Superficial doodles'/><category term='Pictures galore'/><category term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><category term='At work'/><category term='I-dunno-how-to-categorize-these'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Short notes'/><category term='I can write intellectually too'/><category term='Blogthings'/><category term='Emo posts'/><category term='Crappy things I say'/><category term='Ooo La la..... Food'/><title type='text'>All in My Head</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img250.imageshack.us/img250/3671/banner3aj2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Adrina</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>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-8108919992616855304</id><published>2009-06-30T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:06:15.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short notes'/><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>Yo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like there are still some people who have been visiting my blog. Dunno who you are cause no one left any messages. So I'll make a small effort to update la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently addicted to twitter..lol. At first glance, it looks like people who have nothing to do would obsess over twitter. But no! Twitter is really addictive. It's like a simplified Facebook. You get to know what everyone is doing. You can even send a tweet to your favourite celebrities! And don't be surprised if one of them replies to your tweet. In a nutshell it's very exciting la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eventhough I don't update my blog often, those who wants to know what I'm up to can follow me at &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Adrina"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone should have a Twitter account! It's the awesomest! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Transformers 2 rocks but it's a tad too long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-8108919992616855304?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8108919992616855304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=8108919992616855304' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8108919992616855304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8108919992616855304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Adrina</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>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-8256896003525378456</id><published>2009-05-21T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:29:09.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ADAM SHOULD HAVE WON! KRIS WON BECAUSE OF HIS GOOD LOOKS. IF KRIS' VOICE COMES OUT FROM WILLIAM HUNG, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN LONG GONE FROM THE COMPETITION. AMERICA'S GOT IT ALLLLLL WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WILL BE THE LAST TIME I AM WATCHING IDOL. IDOL SUCKS. THE REAL WINNER DID NOT WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM LAMBERT RULES!!!! I WILL BUY ALL HIS ALBUMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRIS WILL BE FORGOTTEN EVEN BEFORE THE NEXT SEASON STARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM LAMBERT IS THE REAL AMERICAN IDOL!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-8256896003525378456?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8256896003525378456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=8256896003525378456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8256896003525378456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8256896003525378456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/adam-should-have-won-kris-won-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-3751180200821921256</id><published>2009-05-21T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:11:13.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol :(</title><content type='html'>Argghh!! It's pure torture I tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Idol results were announced an hour ago. But but but, I wanna watch the show to find out. And since I'm in the office, there is no effing way I can do so. So herein lies the dilemma: I want to know who won (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pray pray pray it'd be Adam&lt;/span&gt;), but I don't want to know in such an anti-climax way. Since I can't be at the Kodak Theater itself, the next best thing is to watch it on tele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHit wey, I think I just heard my colleagues say that Kris won. SHIT SHIT SHIT! I immediately plugged my ears with my fingers when I heard them talking about idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be wrong. Please let it be Adam!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is already bad enough that David Archuleta lost to Cook last year. But that was understandable, coz Cook has some degree of talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kris? Omg he's like the most boring singer ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They confirmed that Kris won.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! OMFG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't be happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This officially confirms that the world is going mad. Or is already mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-3751180200821921256?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3751180200821921256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=3751180200821921256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3751180200821921256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3751180200821921256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/idol.html' title='Idol :('/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-4191249617203753989</id><published>2009-05-20T09:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:29:52.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At work'/><title type='text'>Of annoying people and fire drills</title><content type='html'>Yup, you guessed it!&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored again.&lt;br /&gt;And annoyed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this Indian guy, who comes from India (I know coz he speaks in an Indian accent), in front of me talking in a loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's irritated with the Malay woman he is talking to. From my perspective, it looks like he's trying to tell her what he expects her to do and she doesn't seem to get it. So his voice is getting louder and louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now his voice has returned to the normal volume. I think he's exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know a person is reaaaallyyyy bored when she sits in the office observing what other people are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, now he's almost-shouting again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to STFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm not daring enough to do so. But I would like to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* All the interesting bloggers aren't updating (e.g xiaxue, kenny, cheesie). And it's quite frustrating to go onto their sites and see the same old blog post there. Cheesie updates most frequently among the three and xiaxue, the least. Too bad coz her's is the most interesting among the three. Well, you never get what you wish for. Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought, rather than sit here complaining about other bloggers not updating, I might as well update my blog myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am blogging for my non-existent readers. And with nothing interesting to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just ramble on and see what I can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today is officially my third last day in Kurnia. Omg I'm so happy to be returning to college again! Now I finally understand why people say that studying is better than working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if I'm getting paid for this job, I guess I wouldn't feel this bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, woohoo!!! I'm going to be a happy girl in three days! But I'm pseudo-happy now just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo yea, before I forget, let me rant about this Chinese guy in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is dammmmmn lansi okay! I assume he studied overseas coz he speaks with this almost-American accent. I say almost because it sounds to me like he's trying hard to maintain this accent, like it's forced or something. He didn't lansi me but he irritates me a lot because he looks and acts very lansi! I dunno how to describe his lansi-ness but let me try. It's like he feels that he is superior to others in the office because he speaks with his accent. Like, what?! An American accent doesn't mean you're better than others okay. And he thinks he is so good-looking. Pui! I wanna tell him that he looks like any other regular ah peks on the road. Just because you wear a blazer to work everyday doesn't automatically qualify you for Mr. Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid pretend-to-be-American guy!! I would love to see him being scolded by his boss in front of everyone. He deserves it for being so lansi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh eh, don't think that there are no decent people in my office. Just because I don't blog about them doesn't mean they don't exist. All the girls are pretty nice to mingle with. Even those who doesn't sit near me, they still exchange nods and smiles when we bump into each other outside the office area. And my office mostly consists of girls. The ratio of girls to boys are 10;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's really that extreme. I'm not exaggerating. And since I'm so free, I'll count the actual number of guys and girls in my office. Just wait a minute ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result: 18 girls and 6 guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the earlier approximation is a bit exaggerated. The actual ratio of girls to guys in my office is 3:1. That's still very imbalanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At this point, the fire alarm went off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-fire drill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like fainting coz after standing under the hot sun, I climbed up 10 floors coz I didn't wanna wait for the lift along with thousands of other people. My office is at the 22nd floor but obviously I couldn't make it that far. Should've had something to eat this morning. Now I feel all weak and nauseous. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm signing off. Gotta pay back some '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hutang oksigen&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-4191249617203753989?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4191249617203753989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=4191249617203753989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4191249617203753989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4191249617203753989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-annoying-people-and-fire-drills.html' title='Of annoying people and fire drills'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-7294237744680952200</id><published>2009-05-08T10:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:41:29.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At work'/><title type='text'>At work on Friday</title><content type='html'>Yo! It's me again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in super bored mood in the office. It's a Friday and everyone's wearing the Kurnia T-shirt except for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't have one! (...since I'm just an intern. No point wasting a perfectly good T-shirt by giving it to an intern right? WRONG! How much does a lousy t-shirt costs? Not much. They're taking this cost-cutting thing a bit too far if you ask me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a slightly related note, I've been popping Eclipse mints like mad. Cuz I have nothing much to do in the office, I kept having one after another after another after another (you get the drift) mint. And it's nice to chew on actually. It has this sweet, icy taste to the tougue if you grind it with your teeth. And then just let it slowly dissolve on your tongue. It's like eating mint flavoured ice. Nice! Although I'm not too sure if having 50 mints a day has any hazardous effect on the body or not. (Btw, I'm having the winterfrost one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is a Friday!!! This means that I have a 2 hour lunch break! Muahahaha! Song-ness! But hor, today I have no lunch-break companion. Daddy's not free, boyfriend's working. Colleague's a Malay so I reckon she's gonna go sembahyang. Or not. Cause she's quite modern. Anyway, don't wanna ask. In case I accidentally insult her by asking whether she prays or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right, I'm wondering what to do now. Would like to go shopping at Sunway Pyramid. The only problem is, I know how to get there (it's just opposite the highway) but I don't know how to get back. It's not those roads where you can go back where you came from. You have to drive quite a long way, u-turn a few times, and etc. I'm so poor in recognizing roads so I'm scared I'll get lost. Or wind up some place in KL after paying 10 bucks in various toll plazas. It happened to some of my friends. No joke. I don't wanna be in that predicament. Plus, my petrol has to tahan till Monday. Don't ask why. I have a petrol-usage quota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, I wanna go home!!!!! And I'm hungry already :( Plus, I gained weight ever since I started working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken is right! You get hungry very often in the office. And after eating, all you do is sit in front of the computer (therefore, won't get to burn those darn calories). But what can I do? I'm feeling hungry!!! Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hate working. Yes, hate with a capital "H". That about sums up everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-7294237744680952200?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7294237744680952200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=7294237744680952200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7294237744680952200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7294237744680952200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-work-on-friday.html' title='At work on Friday'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-962342693532313524</id><published>2009-05-06T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:40:51.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At work'/><title type='text'>Another day at work</title><content type='html'>Lol....today right, an advertising sales executive came to present her proposal to Kurnia. As my supervisor was kinda busy, she presented it to me. Unbeknownst to her, I am actually an intern. She thought I was a fresh graduate who's new in Kurnia. And after presenting to me, she offered me a job in her company..lol. I'm not interested in doing sales la. Feels a bit &lt;em&gt;cham&lt;/em&gt; to me. Cause you have to go to different companies and persuade them to advertise with your publication. And most people are patronizing towards salespeople. So I just told her I'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I totally won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here I am. Doing some stupid research on the price of different electronic items. Cause the company is organizing some kinda dinner with games and stuff so we need prizes to give out. I'm in charge of researching what kinda items to get, how much they cost, and come up with a budget. Gah! Terrible job I tell you. Cause there's not much information about price online. Most if not all of the websites only state their product's specifications and descriptions. I guess the only way to know is to actually visit an electronic shop to ask for the price. Sien lor..I'm not being paid a dime to do all these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to learn new things over here!!! Why give me work that anyone can do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the new things I've actually learned off the job (yes, off the job) is during lunch hour. Meeting people, how to interact, which I totally don't like. You have to put on a smiling face and pretend that you like them even though you sometimes don't. And you have to pretend to be interested in what they're saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still gotta work for 3 more weeks. Bo bian, it's part of my course's syllables. No internship, no degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one thing which I've learned on the job: Answering the phone!&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was always a bit fidgety when it comes to communicating with unknown people on the phone. But now, most of the time I pick up calls for my colleagues when they're away from the office. So I'm very very extremely comfortable with answering and making phone calls. It's like I'm training to become a receptionist or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a few minutes ago, a few students from Sunway college came and see me (well, not me la but since all my colleagues aren't in the office, I have to meet them lo) to request for sponsorship. Well, this is something which I've done in university, asking for sponsorships that is. So I can understand how they felt and everything. But being the person in charge is really fun! I put on this serious but friendly look and they looked intimidated..muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta go back to work. Gotta finish up what I'm doing if I wanna &lt;em&gt;sau gong &lt;/em&gt;on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-962342693532313524?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/962342693532313524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=962342693532313524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/962342693532313524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/962342693532313524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol.html' title='Another day at work'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-6690878499684212168</id><published>2009-05-05T09:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:22:17.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>6 Months Later...</title><content type='html'>Morning everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's been what? 6 months since I last blogged. I was trying to see if I could reach 1 year. Then I would be able to start my blog entry with "After a year of hiatus...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 6 months &lt;em&gt;jau&lt;/em&gt; 6 months la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened within this period of time. In fact, I am now working already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, haven't graduated yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually doing my internship at Kurnia Insurans, where my dad is working at. It's quite cool here. And Kurnia's employees enjoy free lunch over here. That'll help save a lot over the long run. Anyway, I haven't been able to set foot into Kurnia's cafeteria ever since I started working here last Tuesday. On the first day, my dad took me out for lunch with his colleagues. On the second day, his colleagues took me out for lunch. On the third day, Ken took me out for lunch. We went to Sunway Pyrmid, and tried out Canton-i cause I had it the day before and was hooked by their '&lt;em&gt;ngau lam&lt;/em&gt;' (beef brisket). It is heavenly! One of the best &lt;em&gt;ngau lams &lt;/em&gt;I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunway Pyramid is very near my office. It's just opposite actually but we have to u-turn to go there cause it's separated by the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway hor, no pictures of the &lt;em&gt;ngau lam&lt;/em&gt; cause I've stopped taking pictures already. At the same time the blogging thing died in me, picture-taking followed suit. Plus, the camera adds pounds to my already heavy handbag and makes it bulky. My handphone's camera pula, the resolution is very low. The pictures are all of low quality. So in the end I just stoped taking pictures altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I have a good hair day. Or when my skin is exeptionally clear..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the things I've been doing for the past 6 months. I'll try to list everything significant down but I don't think I can remember every single thing. It's not by order of importance or anything, just a randomized list of things I've done and things that have happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving free labour to Kurnia Insurans (they're cutting cost and not paying a cent to interns unfortunately)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ken and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary last month (This I did take some pictures..hehe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been experiencing bouts of breakouts (pimples!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrated Ginie and Wai Kuan's birthday last weekend (karaoke again..lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started a new fashion blog (&lt;a href="http://www.afashion%20haven.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Fashion Haven&lt;/a&gt;) (But have had no time to manage it since)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started rearing fishes and a mini lobster (One of my guppies recently gave birth but got eaten by the lobster soon after. But the babies are safely inside another mini aquarium.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrated Baby's (my dog) 6th birthday just a few days ago (she's like, 42 in human years)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ooo yea! I have long hair again! lol.. Not really long, but almost as long as what I had before I cut it short.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I got addicted to online shopping. (Now this one is bad. It is so convenient to buy things from the comfort of my own home. It just requires a few clicks and it's done. And before I knew it, parcels are arriving everyday. And it got so bad that I had to stay at home, wait for the postman to come and receive the parcel from him before my mum sees it.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And my PC broke down (which is a blessing in disguise cause it helped to curb my addiction. It's still broken now. Virus la. That's what happens when you have a stupid brother. O btw I think my brother has a blog. Wait lemme check. ----- Yup it's here &lt;a href="http://randomized-rantings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://randomized-rantings.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Gah, his blog is 9999 times more popular than mine now. And that birthday post, it's dedicated to the love of his life (or so he says). &lt;or&gt;And how the hell did he manage to go online so often?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I still love playing Mahjong! It's the best game ever! I won over 40 bucks in the previous game..Muahahahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all I can think of. Most of them happened quite recently. Another thing I forgot to add in there is that I have really bad memory now. I dunno if it's a case of lack of sleep or something, but I find it hard to remember trivial stuff like what I had for lunch and dinner and things like that. Shit wei, it's like dementia. Cause I still remember things that happened 10 years ago. But things that happened yesterday are quite a blur to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg, I just remembered! I actually saw a man's penis yesterday! There was this crazy old man and he was standing on the curb of the road near my office with his penis sticking out. I wouldn't have seen it if Ken didn't tell me about it. Gah! I was so shocked. Lotsa crazy people out there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'm super bored right now. I'm not sure whether I can install MSN on my work computer or not. My supervisor isn't in today so I guess I'll just spend the whole day going online. Haih...sien ness. I guess I will blog occasionally when there's nothing to do during work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-6690878499684212168?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6690878499684212168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=6690878499684212168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6690878499684212168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6690878499684212168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-months-later.html' title='6 Months Later...'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-5876297942362687121</id><published>2008-11-22T10:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:40:27.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>I'm confused!!</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be mediocre! I don't want to be average!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I just feel like I can't do anything at all. I'm at a crossroads in my life right now and I don't know which road to choose. I'm not sailing through college..my results are not spectacular.. And I'm just like one of the hundred and thousands of college students with average results. The problem is, I'm not content with being average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's bothering me is that people around me seem to have something to fall back on, like a family business. But as for me, I know that if I fuck this up, I'll have nobody but myself to count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of people around me saying that this is better, choose this. When I've made a decision, someone else will come and tell me that the other option is better. I'm already very confused, why are they still messing with my head? The truth is, I really don't know which career would suit me better.. That's why I'm still experimenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to put on a brave front but only I know that I' crumbling down in the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if I don't have enough troubles already, my brother has to create problems for the family. Study well la! He's acting like he doesn't care. The whole family's worried about his results. It's bad, and he doesn't have the will to improve it. My parents have been scolding him and it seems to only make things worse. Now he's saying that he doesn't wanna go for tuition classes anymore. And my parents, they do not know how to deal with it because they never had this problem with me when I was his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many things bothering me which I do not tell my parents.  I don't see the need to trouble them with my own problems. What I know is that they've worked hard to put me through college and I should be the one to solve my own problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like no one understands me. I feel so scared. But somehow, I'll need to push through... I'll force myself to push through... That's the most I can do right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'm trying not to trouble you guys! But don't think that you can give me extra troubles just because of that!!! I'm gonna explode one day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-5876297942362687121?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5876297942362687121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=5876297942362687121' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/5876297942362687121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/5876297942362687121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-confused.html' title='I&apos;m confused!!'/><author><name>Adrina</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-9087903008080856811</id><published>2008-10-13T18:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:53:23.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>I've just clicked on my bloggie's sitemeter just now. Seems like the visits are gradually declining every month since the middle of this year. Of course la, I can't blame my readers cause of my own laziness. Actually the reason why you guys haven't seen much of me on MSN, my blog, Friendster, Facebook and the likes of it is because I don't log in anymore. And the best part is, I don't even know why. I guess it can be attributed to a lost of interest in social networking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gua&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even stopped reading my friends' blogs. So if you're one of my friends or just online acquaintances and you're wondering whether I've been secretly reading your blog but just did not leave a comment, you can be assured that I have not. But I am going to from now onwards! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to one such blog and saw this pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPMkeF0Wc5I/AAAAAAAABGY/1kpnBMjy0dQ/s1600-h/DSC02199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPMkeF0Wc5I/AAAAAAAABGY/1kpnBMjy0dQ/s400/DSC02199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256585289447928722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irresistably cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, besides wanting to pinch this cute little puppy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;geram&lt;/span&gt; mah), I also feel sad. I feel sad for all the puppies which are being sold in this manner. Mixed breeds are usually the ones sold in night markets because they are considerably cheaper than pure breeds. I can't help but wonder how is the future gonna be like for it. Is it gonna find a good family and stay with them like the pampered little cutie it should be? Or will it be adopted into a family where they don't really care about it? Perhaps the biggest question is whether it will be bought in the first place. What will happen to it if it doesn't get sold? Will the seller just throw it away in the streets? How will it fend for itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeders usually separate the pups from its mother before they are even two months old. And they can't really fend for themselves at such a young age. By right, all pups should be with their mothers until they are at least two months old. But unscrupulous people who are all out to make money are not even giving them this basic need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like taking care of all of those dogs. But it's really impossible. I can only hope they will be bought into a nice family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have a very soft spot for dogs. I secretly like dogs more than babies. Guess it's not a secret anymore now ;p I do like babies, but not as much as I like dogs. Maybe it's because I haven't had any experience with babies before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I suddenly blogged consecutively for two days, it's because once I start blogging, I have the urge to blog again. And If I don't blog for a considerable amount of time, I lose the blogging urge. Or maybe I'll do just anything to procrastinate and not do my assignment. Who knows? ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-9087903008080856811?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9087903008080856811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=9087903008080856811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/9087903008080856811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/9087903008080856811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPMkeF0Wc5I/AAAAAAAABGY/1kpnBMjy0dQ/s72-c/DSC02199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-2408187017101812538</id><published>2008-10-11T22:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:42:26.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Hiya!</title><content type='html'>*Peeks from behind a curtain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tiptoes to the blog page*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my favorite blog!! My one and only blog!! I can't tell you how sorry I am for abandoning you for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hysterics aside, hehe, I'm back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reasons why I didn't blog for so long. I just didn't feel like it. Like I told some of you, I'm too busy and too lazy. Currently knee-deep in two shitty assignments which are due next week. And after that, another two more is going to be due the following week. Loosely translated, it means I'm going crazy as you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who didn't know, I dyed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....after much protests from Ken and my mum. And I'm so glad I went ahead. I heart my new hair color! It has received nothing but favorable comments. Even my mum and Ken has nothing to say after they saw the outcome. Bwahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, you wanna see pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDG14gBn6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/K7w2eO3b5G8/s1600-h/PICT0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDG14gBn6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/K7w2eO3b5G8/s400/PICT0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255919394143444898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDG2Q2EZII/AAAAAAAABFY/tyCPobmrKzI/s1600-h/PICT0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDG2Q2EZII/AAAAAAAABFY/tyCPobmrKzI/s400/PICT0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255919400678352002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDG3OfyhhI/AAAAAAAABFg/67Rk6nU9VYM/s1600-h/PICT0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDG3OfyhhI/AAAAAAAABFg/67Rk6nU9VYM/s400/PICT0351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255919417227904530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDG3mV8tOI/AAAAAAAABFo/6e4L2vesdYM/s1600-h/PICT0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDG3mV8tOI/AAAAAAAABFo/6e4L2vesdYM/s400/PICT0354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255919423629079778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more from the FY's and moi's birthday celebration :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDIoN_EvAI/AAAAAAAABGQ/X_PzXdDXwpY/s1600-h/PICT0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDIoN_EvAI/AAAAAAAABGQ/X_PzXdDXwpY/s400/PICT0395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255921358415903746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDFjTYIEkI/AAAAAAAABE4/fL3trAvYos8/s1600-h/PICT0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDFjTYIEkI/AAAAAAAABE4/fL3trAvYos8/s400/PICT0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255917975428928066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDFj8utDwI/AAAAAAAABFA/DnEkI2cxCVQ/s1600-h/PICT0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDFj8utDwI/AAAAAAAABFA/DnEkI2cxCVQ/s400/PICT0398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255917986529480450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FY trying to kill me with the plastic knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDHw1sK9zI/AAAAAAAABF4/-mMLpBGDVFo/s1600-h/PICT0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDHw1sK9zI/AAAAAAAABF4/-mMLpBGDVFo/s400/PICT0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255920407001364274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol..look at our greedy faces ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDHxjVk2oI/AAAAAAAABGA/H1Yef3H_L8E/s1600-h/PICT0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDHxjVk2oI/AAAAAAAABGA/H1Yef3H_L8E/s400/PICT0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255920419254622850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here's hoping that our wish would come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDHyJK4hII/AAAAAAAABGI/O6OYfk1Y4iM/s1600-h/PICT0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDHyJK4hII/AAAAAAAABGI/O6OYfk1Y4iM/s400/PICT0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255920429410321538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, there won't be many pictures in the near future. Coz my one remaining digicam broke down this afternoon! This faithful digicam has been with me for over 4 years! I wonder how much its repairs would set me back :( But no matter what, the money has to go out anyway. Coz that's my ONLY digicam...sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run... Pray that I'll update soon ya..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The Twilight Saga is superb!!! I'm so obsessed with it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-2408187017101812538?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2408187017101812538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=2408187017101812538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2408187017101812538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2408187017101812538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiya.html' title='Hiya!'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/SPDG14gBn6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/K7w2eO3b5G8/s72-c/PICT0330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-6873623950356556538</id><published>2008-08-15T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:32:30.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>The blogger home page has changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realize I had not logged into my own blog for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame Neopets and Mahjong!! The two greatest inventions of mankind! Lol..&lt;br /&gt; I should've been updating my blog regularly for the past few weeks since I'm on a long break but I guess that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Nuffnang prompted me to blog again! Nope, not that I'm joining any competition or something, but I'd finally received my first cheque from Nuffnang. Muahaha I was so happy even if it is a considered a meagre amount. I even thought about blogging everyday and incorporating more interesting stuff into my blog to increase the traffic flow (to earn more moolah of course!) But it can't be done because I know that I am not so hardworking. In fact, I am very lazy. Yup, I'm not afraid to admit that I'm lazy. Bet those of you who know me well already know this since the beginning of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, but...my laziness does not cover all aspects of life. I admit that I'm lazy when it comes to exercising and anything which involves physical movements (resulting in me gaining a kg throughout the holiday ) :( But there are some things which I'm not lazy at. Things which I enjoy doing..like cooking..and erm..err...shit.. I guess I am really that lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, let's not concentrate on my negative points ;p I do have good qualities too you know. I love watching movies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean it's not considered a good quality? It is, because I say it is :D Plus I don't watch movies on pirated DVDs. I buy tickets and watch them at the cinema. I find watching movies in the cinema a much more pleasurable experience than watching it on a small TV screen. Which means I'm contributing towards the nation's economic growth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many movies which I'm dying to watch!!! Like 21, Wall-E, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, You Don't Mess With the Zohan &amp;amp; Meet Dave.. But I haven't watched them yet because Ken has been working outstation before many of those movies even came out. I haven't seen him for like, 5 days already!! I miss you so much baby!!! :( I hope you miss me more than I do ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's coming home tonight :D :D Can't wait... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-6873623950356556538?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6873623950356556538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=6873623950356556538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6873623950356556538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6873623950356556538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-4788667187922830067</id><published>2008-07-25T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:57:13.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Attitude problems</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all of you who encouraged me with your kind words. Some of you commented here and some of you smsed me. Either way, I'm really grateful :) Makes me feel that life is not so grim after all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (actually it's two days ago. Because I wrote this yesterday obviously), I finally went to SMKB to get my SPM cert. I know, after all this time right? It's not that I couldn't be bothered to get it. I just conveniently forget every time I'm near that area. Okay that was just an excuse. Actually it's because I feel sort of uncomfortable I don't know why. And my mum, who didn't wanna get it for me, told to get it personally. She dislikes dealing with the office people there. And I can see why after yesterday's encounter with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are, to put it lightly, really quite impolite lor. I went into the office and saw a few Malay ladies sitting idly at their desks. So I told the Malay lady nearest to me that I was there to collect my SPM certificate. (They were quite disorganized by the way) but I don't blame them cause it took me so long to go and get it. They must've put it at the back of an old cupboard by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gtg now...play mahjong first..continue tomorrow morning ;p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continued :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying yesterday, the Malay lady took out an old file and a list of names for me to look at. Nope. Couldn't find my name there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute. The people on the list are all born in 1989! "Must be the wrong year," I thought to myself. So I told the Malay lady that she got the wrong year and she went into the small room at the back of the office again and came out with another similar shabbier looking file. I looked at the list of names and I saw Lim Hooi Hooi, Cheryl See and also Low Yen Shine on it. Yup, this must be the correct one! But I couldn't find my own name!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I politely conveyed this information to the said Malay lady, who proceeded to look at me with an irritated face. And then she spoke (in an even more irritated voice),&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Tengok nombor kat tepi tu lah. Tak tau ke?"&lt;/span&gt; Embarrassed, I quickly scanned through the numbers corresponding to our names at the side of the list and quickly found my name. Feeling very uncomfortable already, I quickly signed and left the office. And I thought to myself, "Great! I don't have to come back to this office anymore! There's no reason to :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, those government servants everywhere need to work on their customer service attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people with attitude problems are seemingly all over the place! Yesterday I went out for lunch with my mum and bro at a hawker stall nearby. We placed our orders at the respective stalls and took a seat at a vacant table. Then my mum asked me whether I know any of the ladies sitting at another table. I took one look at them and nope, they don't look at all familiar to me. But they were all looking at my mum with a certain dislike on their faces. And my mum didn't even do anything to them. They kept staring and we stared back at them lah. My bro said my mum should go over, slam her fists on the table and ask them what they are looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people with attitude problems are all over the place lah. Even one particular guard in my housing area. Almost every resident here have been scolded by him or spoke to in a disrespectful manner. I guess he must've forgotten that the residents here are the ones paying him his salary. And I wonder why he hasn't been fired yet. According to my mum however, he may be disrespectful but he does a wonderful job at keeping our neighbourhood safe. So the security director here just closes an eye when it comes to his attitude. As for me, I avoid dealing with him. There are many other friendly guards who are equally good at what they are doing and those are the guards I go to if there is anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that rant about people with attitude problems, I have to admit that I have an attitude problem too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when I'm driving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because I don't have to see those people I scold ever again. Even if I do, they wouldn't recognize me. So remember not to cross me or jump queue or do anything to upset me if you see my car! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-4788667187922830067?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4788667187922830067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=4788667187922830067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4788667187922830067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4788667187922830067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/attitude-problems.html' title='Attitude problems'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-8614677689791586043</id><published>2008-07-21T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:17:11.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>Is it okay?</title><content type='html'>There's one quality which I had always prided in myself. I guess that when you're just a little kid, this quality would be praised by most adults. But when you're a grown adult yourself, this quality would seem to be a negative one, even an annoying one at times. And this caused much confusion to me when I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm the kind of person who would argue for what I think is right. Even when it comes to simple things such as the spelling of a word or the meaning of a word. My mum has taught me to always stand up for my rights since I was a kid. And that is what I'd always did. However, I realized only recently that this quality is not deemed a 'desirable' one in our community. Even though in the West, people value individualism and cultivate the kind of 'I dare to be different' attitude, it is mostly frowned upon here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see how this 'quality' of mine distanced myself from the girls in my 'gang' in uni. And I did think about changing it. (Believe me, there is a lot of stress when people start to exclude you from the in-group. Especially if you're the type of person who can't stand being alone). So I gave serious thoughts about changing this certain 'quality' of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! Isn't changing attitudes to fit in with the crowd something we do in our preteen  years in secondary school? It's not something we should do when we're nearing the big 2-0. Seriously, this dilemma is really bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year in class, I argued with my Psychology lecturer over what she lectured. Because I myself experienced the type of condition she described about, I asked her more questions to validate my doubts. She kept on saying that I was wrong. And I kept on asking her more questions to a point that she got annoyed. I remember clearly my classmate sitting beside me saying, "She said you're wrong. Stop arguing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF??!!! If the lecturer says I'm wrong, that means I'm wrong? I am very pissed about that incident, until this day. I'm not arguing about the 2+2=4 kind of thing. This is something that could not be validated as simple as that. So how can others judge me wrong when there is not enough research done to tell them that they are right? Aren't we all just speculating? So does that mean the majority is always right? So Galileo Galilei is wrong when he said that the earth is revolving around the sun just because the majority disagrees with his views?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do not know whether this quality of mine is something I should be proud of or something I should change. But it is what defines me and sometimes I think I shouldn't bother about what others think of me. BUT, the truth remains that I do care about other people's opinion about myself. And my friends' rejection towards this kinda attitude is making me miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would read this and tell me that it is okay :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-8614677689791586043?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8614677689791586043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=8614677689791586043' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8614677689791586043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8614677689791586043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-it-okay.html' title='Is it okay?'/><author><name>Adrina</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-1744691469134654815</id><published>2008-07-03T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:13:59.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 hours to spare....</title><content type='html'>This blog entry exists because of my own carelessness. You see.....I'm in college now. I reached here around 11.45am. And my class will start at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:*&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^$##@@^%$%*%$"&gt;*&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^$##@@^%$%*%$&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached college two hours earlier!!! I thought that my class is starting at 12 today. What a huge boo boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized my mistake, it was already too late; I was in the college car park already. So then I called Wai Kuan to see if she's at home and whether I could go to her place first. Tough luck, she's going out to buy some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had no where to go for the next 2 hours. I called Ken and he suggested that I go to KLCC (he's working there today). But I shamefully admit that I do not know how to go to KLCC. I roughly know the way but I do not want to risk getting myself lost in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in the college computer lab, blogging on this dong dong computer. There's some problem with the mouse but I'm too lazy to switch computers in case this computer jams up during log-out and I can't log into another computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that today is my bad luck day. Can't be sure yet, but time will tell. Although I hope not la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm at it, might at well blog la hor. Hehe... Well, today is the day I have to hand up 2 assignments: 1 business report and 1 Theories of the Media assignment. Both of it are group assignments by the way. The good news is that we've finished our assignments way ahead before due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say 'way ahead', I mean that it's not last minute work and it may mean 'yesterday' or 'the day before yesterday'. Muahahaha! I feel like I've reached a milestone in my life. Never before had I finished my assignments so early. Since the very beginning, all I've been doing is last minute work. Every single time without fail. The process of working last minute on assignments is what I call the 'last Minute Experience'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Last Minute Experience' is quite a torturous one. It involves sleep deprivation, vigorous typing, googling, researching and other related acts crammed into one single night. Side effects include excessive sweating, cursing, hot temper, feelings of depression, and suicidal thoughts. However, one may get a nirvana-like feeling after a successful completion of assignment. After each 'Last Minute Experience', I swear to myself that I would do everything in my power so as to not subject myself to it ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as you've all guessed correctly, I went through numerous last minute experiences before I decided that enough is enough. Now, I'm afraid the LME would recur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows of a sure cure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-1744691469134654815?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1744691469134654815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=1744691469134654815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1744691469134654815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1744691469134654815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-hours-to-spare.html' title='2 hours to spare....'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-7992179388699641413</id><published>2008-06-28T10:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:41:39.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Recap of the past week...</title><content type='html'>After 5 weeks in the new semester, I can now say that the coming week (Week 6) will be the unbusiest week in the whole semester. Let's see what's in store in Week 6 shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business report due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Theories of the Media group assignment due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Only two things are due. Muahahaha. I can go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan-jalan, &lt;/span&gt;watch movie and maybe even do a lil shopping :D :D The previous weeks have been, at best, a whirlwind of events. And I'm talking about the things I have to do for college, in college. Most of it were satisfactory, BUT my third business test is making me suicidal!! It's an open book test. And now I'm officially going to pronounce my undying hatred for open book quizzes/tests/exams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HATE OPEN BOOK TESTS/ QUIZZES/ EXAMS WITH EVERY FIBER IN MY BODY!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I have a lot of fiber in my body)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got an 11/15. That's 4 marks gone! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poof!&lt;/span&gt; just like that! Now my hopes of getting an A+ is reduced to just an A or maybe even an A- :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWsUCqGXSI/AAAAAAAABDI/DaYD11vDBCE/s1600-h/PICT0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWsUCqGXSI/AAAAAAAABDI/DaYD11vDBCE/s400/PICT0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216765203689397538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about tears-inducing stuff. Oh, wait, that was a mistake. Here's more tears-inducing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, Ken and I went to Loke Lim's farewell gathering. It came as a shock cause he just announced it last week and he's leaving this week. To cut a long story short, it's the government's fault. How can they announce the result this week and expect people to be ready to leave the next? They would have barely enough time to say goodbye to everyone. Anyhow, he's leaving for Sabah to continue his studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWs4oyMYBI/AAAAAAAABDo/kkuJ6eZOFYo/s1600-h/PICT0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWs4oyMYBI/AAAAAAAABDo/kkuJ6eZOFYo/s400/PICT0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216765832399183890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boon Kai, the naughty one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll all miss you terribly. Can't wait for you to come back Fair Malau!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWs4qxCXuI/AAAAAAAABDw/-tcCzMT5CPU/s1600-h/PICT0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWs4qxCXuI/AAAAAAAABDw/-tcCzMT5CPU/s400/PICT0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216765832931204834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seng Young, the one with the cold hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and Hooi Hooi made a really cute scrapbook for him. It contains so much precious memories in the form of pictures and funny captions. And we all wrote something in it for him. I told him I'm glad he's leaving so there won't be anyone lusting after my boyfriend anymore. But I'm just kidding la. I'll let you lust over my boyfriend if you come back to KL more often k? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWsTplxU-I/AAAAAAAABC4/p2D021-eXRY/s1600-h/PICT0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWsTplxU-I/AAAAAAAABC4/p2D021-eXRY/s400/PICT0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216765196960355298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last outing we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWsT6G3s3I/AAAAAAAABDA/XFpURQbcnBQ/s1600-h/PICT0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWsT6G3s3I/AAAAAAAABDA/XFpURQbcnBQ/s400/PICT0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216765201394152306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...at Red Box :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a test earlier in the morning before the gathering. And a test the next day which I had yet to study. But still, I managed to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berkaraoke&lt;/span&gt; with Wai Kuan and Ginie that afternoon..hehe. We had a long break from 10am to 2pm so we decided to drive to Puchong to eat. Went to Fui Yee's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kopitiam &lt;/span&gt;and then, to the nearby Neway. It was pouring like cats and dogs when it was time to leave. I got so wet that it was a blessing I didn't wear a white shirt that day. Come to think of it, I seldom wear white shirts ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWsUPPUTqI/AAAAAAAABDQ/fbYk8fJSi9Q/s1600-h/PICT0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWsUPPUTqI/AAAAAAAABDQ/fbYk8fJSi9Q/s400/PICT0253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216765207066726050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWsUTgxeWI/AAAAAAAABDY/iCDT8sbm5BY/s1600-h/PICT0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWsUTgxeWI/AAAAAAAABDY/iCDT8sbm5BY/s400/PICT0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216765208213682530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfinished food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hehe, the other day, there was fire in the college. The fire alarm went off while we were still in class. The lecturer still had a few more slides to go before we call it a day. So all of us stayed put in class while the fire alarm rang and rang in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute later, an admin staff knocked frantically on the door and told us all to "GET OUT!!" because there really is a fire. So all of us walked, yea we walked, to the entrance of the building. Actually, even if we waited until the fire engulfs our classroom door, there wouldn't be any casualties. Cause it was a very small fire up in the fourth floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, all those fire drills we had back in secondary school really desensitized us to fire alarms. It conditioned us to ignore it, because most of the time (when I say most of the time, I mean every single time), it's a false alarm. The education ministry should really take a look into it. I mean, people can die from real fires. And the last thing they would say is, "Aiya, no fire wan la...". The next thing they know, they would've become burnt meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of teaching people how to behave in a real fire, those fire drills are actually making us ignore fire alarms. As simple as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-7992179388699641413?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7992179388699641413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=7992179388699641413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7992179388699641413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7992179388699641413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/recap-of-past-week.html' title='Recap of the past week...'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/SGWsUCqGXSI/AAAAAAAABDI/DaYD11vDBCE/s72-c/PICT0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-4312369213057542685</id><published>2008-06-16T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:32:23.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><title type='text'>The Incredible Hulk</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend is in love with another woman!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that woman is Liv Tyler, daughter of the big-mouthed Aerosmith rocker, also the woman who starred in the current Incredible Hulk movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were halfway throught the show and I had to endure comments like, "She's so beautiful." "Do you know she's....." "Wow, she...blablabla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm going to discuss in graphic detail about the hotness of Orlando Bloom and the sexiness of whichever actor who gets my liking in future movies. Especially when Ken is watching the movie with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always been empathetic with his feelings when it comes to celebrities which I wanted to marry ;p I didn't squeal like a teenage girl during Speed Racer when Rain appeared on screen. Believe me, I would like to list more examples of me being an empathetic girlfriend but I can't remember much. But that doesn't mean that I'm not! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should've gushed about Edward Norton's muscular arms and abs (when he had transformed into The Hulk) just for fun. And just to spite him la of course..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The Incredible Hulk is a nice show. But Iron Man still occupies the number spot in my heart. Ooh! I almost forgot! Robert Downey Jr. made a cameo appearance in The Incredible Hulk movie. He's soooooooooooooo dashingly sexy and good-looking *squeals in delight in a way that only teenage girls can* :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-4312369213057542685?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4312369213057542685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=4312369213057542685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4312369213057542685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4312369213057542685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/incredible-hulk.html' title='The Incredible Hulk'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-4963420740181144906</id><published>2008-06-08T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:10:00.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Cash</title><content type='html'>Today, my neighbor passed by my house on his usual evening stroll. The moment I saw him, I loudly yelled, "Cash!!" He immediately came towards the gate of my house. The air was abuzz with excitement. He was definitely more excited than I am (I can tell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he suddenly sniffed my toes! My dogs started barking at him. And he barked back at them..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash the Beagle is one of the many friendly pooches who is lucky enough to be taken for a walk by their owners on a regular basis. So much so that I know most of the doggies' names around my neighborhood. The funny thing is, I may know the dog's name, but I do not know the owner's. Our short conversations are usually about the dogs themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the strange but true phenomenon in a neighborhood with such a high population of man's best friend that can wrestle even the population of the humans themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another neighbor usually takes his dog for walks in the morning at 10-ish. He dresses up his dog in cute clothings and let his dog run behind him while he's riding his bike. It's a very cute sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also thought of getting some doggy clothes for my Baby and Daisy. But it's kinda expensive and my mum would surely nag me for spending money on those, what with the rising prices of oil and electricity these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Speaking of rising prices, I queued up for 2 hours that fateful night to fill up my car with petrol. It's all my fault for not doing it in the morning when I went to class. My petrol tank was practically empty already that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've kinda lost interest in blogging for the past few weeks. Plus it's a short semester in college this time so everything needs to be done in a rush. And and and....many things happened within these few weeks. My depression came back last week again. I hate that feeling of being useless and unmotivated by anything and everything. Glad it's over now. Time to get back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-4963420740181144906?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4963420740181144906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=4963420740181144906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4963420740181144906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4963420740181144906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/cash.html' title='Cash'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-2976491871373564532</id><published>2008-05-22T10:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:32:01.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short notes'/><title type='text'>American Idol season 7 winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s official! The results are in and the winner of American Idol season 7 is……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAVID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COOK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, if you are an Archuleta fan just like me, you’d be disappointed. I’ve been rooting for David Archuleta since Day 1 and I really really thought he would win after watching last night’s performance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No doubt Cook is a good singer but I’ve never really liked him much cause he seem kinda cool, verging on arrogance. However, I did see a different side of him in the finale result show just a few minutes ago. He’s actually quite funny when he wants to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;BUT, but, I think that the performances just now were a bit skewed to Cook’s side. Cook got to perform solo with a band (whose name I can't remember) but Archuleta only had a few seconds to do his with One Republic. And in that performance, the spotlight was on the lead singer of One Republic rather than on Archuleta. I kept waiting for David Archuleta's solo performance but it never came :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still, the fact remains that David Cook has won, and by a large margin of 12 million votes at that. *sigh* This is another time where the person I was rooting for failed to win American Idol. I remember rooting for Bo Bice &amp;amp; Katharine McPhee in season 4 and 5 respectively. But Carrie Underwood and Taylor Hicks ended up taking the crown. Last year was an exception because my favourite, Jordin Sparks, won. As for the years before Carrie Underwood, I didn't watch American Idol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But no matter what, David Archuleta is a winner to me! He has such an amazing voice and his rendition of Imagine is simply out of this world. It's even better than the original by Beatles. And I'm sure that this sentiment is shared by millions of many others in various parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ARE MY AMERICAN IDOL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-2976491871373564532?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2976491871373564532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=2976491871373564532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2976491871373564532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2976491871373564532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idol-season-7-winner.html' title='American Idol season 7 winner'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-8592496321715588033</id><published>2008-05-14T11:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:41:40.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>German cuisine -.-</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the latest episode of The Silver Chamber of Sorrows on Astro On Demand. And got kicked away by my mum who wants to hog the television all to herself *hmmpf* So here I am in front of the PC blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, about Mother's day. My whole family just went out at night for dinner at The Curve. Mum wanted to have Korean food but the restaurant had either gone bankrupt or is currently under renovation. But I think it's the former because no notice has been put up. In the end, we had some German cuisine at some place called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barvarian Bierhaus&lt;/span&gt; or something which sounds like that. I didn't enjoy dinner because I'm not fond of German food. It's either tasteless or too salty or too sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And service there was not good at all. We were sitting there for 5 minutes and no one brought us the menu until my dad asked them for it. We ordered 3 main dishes to share amongst the 4 of us because the dishes come in large portions. And I ordered some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beef goulash&lt;/span&gt; soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for about 45 minutes before they brought me my soup and the first pork knuckle dish. And when I put the first spoonful of soup into my mouth, I nearly gagged! It was soooo salty! Nevertheless, I continued drinking since I didn't want to waste it. Not long after that, the second pork knuckle dish came with another bowl of soup. I pointed to the bowl of soup and told the waitress that we had only ordered one of that. She looked perplexed and asked us did we order the second pork knuckle dish. We said yes and only then did she explain that the "soup" isn't actually soup. It's actually the sauce for the pork knuckle dish!! Which explains why the first pork knuckle dish came at the same time with the "soup".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my soup, it never came and I didn't bother to remind the waitress because the main dishes have already been served. In the end, the bill came and they charged us for the soup that did not come! Of course we complained about it and they made some changes to the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never going back to that place again! But my parents didn't seem upset at all. I suppose my dad and bro thoroughly enjoyed the fatty pork knuckles which I clearly did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we headed to Tesco next door to, according to my mum, "Buy a few things." The end result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCpqYTnscHI/AAAAAAAABCg/b590L5LoYGI/s1600-h/PICT0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCpqYTnscHI/AAAAAAAABCg/b590L5LoYGI/s400/PICT0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200085685568827506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A trolley full of "few things". Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I met up with my bffs yesterday at 1U to lunch and catch a movie together. Watched 'What Happens In Vegas' starring Cameron Doaz and Ashton Kutcher. Pretty nice movie. Kinda funny. But also cliched. Nevertheless, it's a chick flick and one of my favorite movie genres :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always nice to catch up with each other and chat and chat and chat. Cheryl said she always get sore throat during these little outings and as for me, I get the phlegm. Results of yakking too much. However, I didn't get any phlegm this time cause I let Cheryl do most of the talking..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-8592496321715588033?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8592496321715588033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=8592496321715588033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8592496321715588033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8592496321715588033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/german-cuisine.html' title='German cuisine -.-'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCpqYTnscHI/AAAAAAAABCg/b590L5LoYGI/s72-c/PICT0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-2434935956912925306</id><published>2008-05-12T18:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:41:41.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Killer headache!</title><content type='html'>Hola guys! I just woke up from my 3-hour afternoon/evening nap. Now before you start yakking away that I'm some fat and lazy good-for-nothing college girl, except for sleeping of course, let me tell you that I've been having terrible headaches since last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the oddest thing is that they only attack me during the afternoons. Once the sun sets and darkness sets in, the headache will magically recede! I came up with a few hypotheses about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not enough sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too much sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weather too hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brain cancer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 seems plausible but because I've been sleeping an average 9 hours a day, I don't think that's the cause of my dreadful headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to number 2. I don't really think it's this one either because as far as I can remember  from the little Psychology lessons I had last year, our body is supposed to be programmed to wake up automatically when it has gotten enough sleep. Unless we were deprived of sleep for a few nights already and have sleep debt, which I'm very sure that I've paid back with interest already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3 seems like a likely reason. But I cranked up the air cond today and still the headache persists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4... I can't say much about this because I'm not a doctor nor am I a medical expert. But I do suspect that constant headaches which stubbornly don't go away are one of the symptoms of brain cancer! I'll go confirm my suspicions with a visit to the Doctor some time this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choi Choi Choi&lt;/span&gt;!! I meant I'll go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;put my doubts to rest&lt;/span&gt; with a visit to the Doctor's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I have to nap from afternoon till evening. See! It's not sunny already and I don't feel any aching anymore! Also, sleeping is one way to make the hours pass faster. As some of you already know, I'm currently on holiday right now. And there's nothing for me to do! Ken is working this whole week at some exhibition in Low Yat so he can't accompany me at all :( I miss you a lot a lot a lot my darling!!! Remember not to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kao lui&lt;/span&gt; okay? Although you have my complete trust :D Oh yeah, one more thing: You cannot let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lui kao&lt;/span&gt; also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some camwhore pics to end the post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCgoujnscDI/AAAAAAAABCA/NX-KI5e5KdM/s1600-h/DSC02164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCgoujnscDI/AAAAAAAABCA/NX-KI5e5KdM/s400/DSC02164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199450550100062258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken with my Sony Ericsson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCgouznscEI/AAAAAAAABCI/_38DxYY0oKI/s1600-h/DSC02166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCgouznscEI/AAAAAAAABCI/_38DxYY0oKI/s400/DSC02166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199450554395029570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCgovDnscGI/AAAAAAAABCY/YnsFAn6JlJA/s1600-h/PICT0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCgovDnscGI/AAAAAAAABCY/YnsFAn6JlJA/s400/PICT0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199450558689996898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Digicam quality.. because I took this with a digicam. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCgovDnscFI/AAAAAAAABCQ/HEdL0ZEZT5w/s1600-h/PICT0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCgovDnscFI/AAAAAAAABCQ/HEdL0ZEZT5w/s400/PICT0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199450558689996882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always said that I don't look good when my teeth is showing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my next post will be on Mother's Day.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Think&lt;/span&gt; only okay. Cause I didn't take much pics yesterday. Was headaching, even though it was night time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shit&lt;/span&gt;... Number 4 better not be true....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-2434935956912925306?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2434935956912925306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=2434935956912925306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2434935956912925306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2434935956912925306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/killer-headache.html' title='Killer headache!'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCgoujnscDI/AAAAAAAABCA/NX-KI5e5KdM/s72-c/DSC02164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-1207071313594151520</id><published>2008-05-11T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:40:17.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>I've finally updated the links on my blog. Been wanting to do that for quite some time already but laziness always stood in the way ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I found something really interesting but weird at the same time while blog hopping. Here it is (Words in red are my own thoughts):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Places where oral sex is illegal: Alabama, Arizona, Florida, Idaho, Kansas, Louisiana, Massachusetts, Minnesota, Mississippi, Georgia, North and South Carolina, Oklahoma, Oregon, Rhode Island, Utah, Virginia and Washington D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An erection that shows through a man's clothing is illegal in: Arizona, Florida, Idaho, Indiana, Massachusetts, Mississippi, Nebraska, Nevada, New York, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, South Dakota, Tennessee, Utah, Vermont, Washington D.C. and Wisconsin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Georgia those charged and convicted for either oral or anal sex can be sentenced to no less than one year and no more than 20 years imprisonment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understandable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Missouri sexually deviant behavior between people of the same sex is classified as a class A misdemeanor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still understandable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Harrisburg, Pennsylvania it is against the law to have sex with a truck driver in a tollbooth. (There's every woman's fantasy gone down the drain). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A bit weird but still acceptable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Nevada it is illegal to have sex without a condom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what if a married couple wants to have babies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Willowdale, Oregon it is against the law for a husband to talk to dirty in his wife's ear during sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;At least the wife is still able to talk dirty in her husband's ear.. But how do you gather evidence to prosecute them? Monitored sex sessions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Clinton, Oklahoma it is illegal to masturbate while watching two people have sex in a car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So it's legal to masturbate while watching 3 or more people have sex in a car? And legal to masturbate while watching 2 people have sex in places other than a car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Washington State there is a law against having sex with a virgin under any circumstances (including the wedding night!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How the hell can a girl be de-virginized if no one can have sex with virgins? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Newcastle, Wyoming it is illegal to have sex in a butcher shop's meat freezer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL..who in their right mind would want to have sex there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Washington D.C. there is a law against having sex in any position other than face to face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No doggy style for the people there then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animals are not exempt from the law either and here are three of the most ridiculous:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Kingsville, Texas there is a law against two pigs having sex on Kingsville airport property. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the punishment? Roast them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Fairbanks, Alaska it is illegal for mooses to have sex on the city sidewalks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lastly, even liberated California proves to be not quite so liberal for the animals...In Ventura County cats and dogs may not have sex without a permit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You mean Californians apply for permits just so their pets can have sex? What about the strays? WHO'S GONNA APPLY FOR THEM?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://justanothertragedy.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.journalism.sfsu.edu/flux/gSpot/sexLaw.html"&gt;The Original Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and watch Speed Racer yesterday. And it is the worst movie ever! After Miami Vice of course. Totally wasted our 20 bucks. Plus we had some real rotten luck in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken bought a 12-doughnut pack from Big Apple so we could munch in the cinema. But the GSC staff confiscated them at the entrance. Well, not really confiscated la cause we could claim them back after the movie. But that's not all. We decided to visit the loo before entering the cinema hall and Ken took the large cup of Coke we bought with him. As usual, I was slower than him so he waited for me on the couch for a few minutes. When I came out, I noticed that the cup of Coke was nowhere to be seen. It turns out that Ken left it in the loo. So he went back in to grab it back but it was too late! The toilet cleaner denied the existence of any Coke cups left in the loo a few minutes ago. It seems that the cleaner has this crazy idea that large Coke cups can magically disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do? We had to queue up and get another cup all over again. And as I said earlier, the movie sucks! I wanted to catch this show because of Rain. But lemme tell you that even the sight of his naked, well-chiseled body on screen isn't enough to save the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what's so wrong about the whole show. First, the movie title is Speed Racer. Seems normal, doesn't it? Well, wrong! The title isn't trying to reflect the nature of the movie or even anything close to it. Speed racer is actually the name of the main character in the movie. And his dad is called Pops Racer. O.o right?! So this Speed Racer guy is played by a small kid. I mean, come on, how can a small kid deceive the audience that he's actually a racer? And a top racer at that. The character development is not enough to let the audience relate to the characters. Imagine watching some people on screen dying and you don't even care if he does. And worst of all, the racers make their cars jump more than driving them on the tracks. Yep, you didn't read wrongly. Just, don't watch the show. You'll be very disappointed if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Iron Man is the best movie of all! It's even better than the awesome Transformers movie. And Robert Downey Jr. shines playing the character of Tony Stark aka Iron Man. This is a must-watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gtg now already. It's Mother's Day! Gonna go out to celebrate :D Happy Mother's Day to all moms out there!!&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/5540673155471252147-1207071313594151520?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1207071313594151520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=1207071313594151520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1207071313594151520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1207071313594151520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-3945055121008530957</id><published>2008-05-10T11:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:41:43.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Wai Kuan &amp; Ginie's birthday outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said "updates later" in the previous post, you guys are supposed to know what I mean because we're all living in a high context society :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, here are the pictures from the girls' night out earlier this week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ginie and Wai Kuan's birthday on the 5th and 6th of March respectively. So the four of us (Fui Yee, me and the two birthday girls) celebrated the occasion in Neway, Puchong. It was my first time being there and I have to say the buffet is pretty good. They don't just serve you with cheap fried rice and fried noodles. There are fresh scallops and sushi as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't eat much cause we sang a lot. Plus, there was a birthday cake to be devoured at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUbQ39YU8I/AAAAAAAABAU/WHHUE2epwGI/s1600-h/PICT0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUbQ39YU8I/AAAAAAAABAU/WHHUE2epwGI/s400/PICT0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198591321582359490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wai Kuan, Fui Yee &amp;amp; Moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUZun9YU3I/AAAAAAAAA_w/ljlMr-X6a0Y/s1600-h/1001065630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUZun9YU3I/AAAAAAAAA_w/ljlMr-X6a0Y/s400/1001065630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198589633660212082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ginie &amp;amp; Wai Kuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUZun9YU2I/AAAAAAAAA_o/m7nMzkdaKKg/s1600-h/1001065627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUZun9YU2I/AAAAAAAAA_o/m7nMzkdaKKg/s400/1001065627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198589633660212066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to put the butterfly there for some obvious reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ginie had her hair cut short. Wai Kuan is now tempted to do the same..lol. As for me, I'm growing my hair long again. To be honest, having short hair makes me feel less like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?! My hair stylist told me that I'm balding!!! And I've noticed lately (lately meaning for the past two months) that my hair is dropping a lot and at an alarming rate. Just 3 hair washes are enough to clog the bathroom hole. It used to take a week of hair washes to be able to clog the hole. Now this is some serious problem. I don't wanna start balding at such a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I don't wanna start balding at any age whatsoever! So I went and bought hair tonic and hair loss shampoo yesterday. Spent a whopping 168 bucks just for that. The sales person said that the hair tonic is a stronger one so my hair will grow faster. And also my hair loss will gradually slow down. I hope (and pray) it will work. It MUST work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to the fun stuff, we camwhored a lot that night until we forgot that the candle was still burning on the cake. The end result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUbRn9YVAI/AAAAAAAABAs/LEBv692gGBI/s1600-h/PICT0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUbRn9YVAI/AAAAAAAABAs/LEBv692gGBI/s400/PICT0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198591334467261442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUc_n9YVCI/AAAAAAAABA4/1zZ0BeocVWE/s1600-h/PICT0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUc_n9YVCI/AAAAAAAABA4/1zZ0BeocVWE/s400/PICT0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198593224252871714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUdAH9YVDI/AAAAAAAABBA/-xpeuOIptNM/s1600-h/PICT0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUdAH9YVDI/AAAAAAAABBA/-xpeuOIptNM/s400/PICT0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198593232842806322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wai Kuan sees cutting cakes as a serious matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, The Boyfriends are supposed to come as well but it seems that all of them had something to do. But all the better cuz we get to sing more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUdAH9YVEI/AAAAAAAABBI/K-uGmLYv1b0/s1600-h/PICT0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUdAH9YVEI/AAAAAAAABBI/K-uGmLYv1b0/s400/PICT0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198593232842806338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone singing an old Chinese song.. I wonder who could that be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUdAX9YVFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/SHPtAy6mZF4/s1600-h/PICT0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUdAX9YVFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/SHPtAy6mZF4/s400/PICT0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198593237137773650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mystery resolved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Earlier that evening, I was supposed to go to Wai Kuan's house and then we would go to Puchong together. But I am ashamed to say that I got lost while getting there. It is, as Simon Cowell would say it, utterly embarrassing to get lost considering I've been to her house a few times already. In the end, she came to 1U to fetch me..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUbRH9YU-I/AAAAAAAABAg/atV6x79QoUE/s1600-h/PICT0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUbRH9YU-I/AAAAAAAABAg/atV6x79QoUE/s400/PICT0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198591325877326818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUZuX9YU1I/AAAAAAAAA_g/J_D-pIzMsUg/s1600-h/1001065621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUZuX9YU1I/AAAAAAAAA_g/J_D-pIzMsUg/s400/1001065621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198589629365244754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUZuH9YU0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/0yww5drbmyo/s1600-h/1001065618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUZuH9YU0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/0yww5drbmyo/s400/1001065618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198589625070277442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUZu39YU4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/WSydFuPJ2Kg/s1600-h/ginie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUZu39YU4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/WSydFuPJ2Kg/s400/ginie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198589637955179394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol, it's not easy to squeeze 4 people into a picture you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were supposed to sing till 10.30 but the Neway people didn't bring us the bill. They were extending our time I guess because not many people sing K on a Monday night. Nevertheless, we left early at 11 because it is dangerous for girls to drive alone so late at night. Ken came and fetch me home :D Muaxxx darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun that night. We should do this more often :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-3945055121008530957?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3945055121008530957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=3945055121008530957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3945055121008530957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3945055121008530957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/wai-kuan-ginies-birthday-outing.html' title='Wai Kuan &amp; Ginie&apos;s birthday outing'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/SCUbQ39YU8I/AAAAAAAABAU/WHHUE2epwGI/s72-c/PICT0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-4355599197951107381</id><published>2008-05-07T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:58:12.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>I was reading through my history of MSN chats just now. Cause I had nothing better to do. And it is soooo hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading through messages from 4 years back and I can't believe that I'm capable of writing such cringe-inducing stuff. I have half a mind of deleting them so that no one would ever have a chance of stumbling onto it because it is really extremely embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one conversation where my friend asked me to tell her something funny cause she is crying over a guy. And I told her to imagine Cheryl tripping down the stairs (sorry Cheryl ;p). She actually said it made her feel better O.o But I guess the image is pretty funny, even after 4 years..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I thought there wasn't much difference between the person I am now and the person I was 4 years ago, but I was dead wrong. I was totally another person then. I was one of those girls with different emo MSN nicknames every night. I kinda forgot how it felt to be emo in that way already. And when I see girls with such nicknames nowadays, I feel like telling them to grow up. But while I was reading the chat histories, those type of feelings suddenly seem so familiar again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the nicknames I conjured 4 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;y dO I kEep FooLinG mYseLf? y CaN't I lEt gO?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 c(L)n'T L1v3...iF l1vin' iz w1tH0uT U&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uR 0n uR 0wN...bUt n0T aLon3...cUz iM w1F u aLL dA T1m3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SiTTing 1n dArK w1Th0uT U....h0W m i sUpp0s3d 2 mAk3 iT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 h0p3 u R d@ 0n3(L)...cuz i dUn w@n 2 go thrU dis p@1n Ev3r @g@1N&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough. I don't even know who is the subject in the nicknames above. Embarrassing? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other miscellaneous stuff I found out about the me 4 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I referred to splitters as small white boxes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only had 13 friends on Friendster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was always hogging the phone chatting with friends whom I see in class everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had lotsa fun with the girls yesterday night. Updates later. Ciao~&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/5540673155471252147-4355599197951107381?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4355599197951107381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=4355599197951107381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4355599197951107381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4355599197951107381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-2741965781963592385</id><published>2008-05-05T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:24:27.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short notes'/><title type='text'>Writing freely</title><content type='html'>As I read blogs after blogs, I wonder how many of these bloggers actually write without any reservations. By that, I mean not fearing about the possibility that the people around them would get hurt by whatever that is written. I must admit that I'm not one of these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've avoided writing about many things which had/has been bothering me because I know that there will undoubtedly be people who'll get affected by it. But on the other hand, this is what has been keeping my blog from being filled with emo posts. I only blog about emo stuff when it does not concern or is not caused by the people whom I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic it is. The people whom we care about the most are usually the ones who hurt us the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I hope that one day, I would not have to be bothered by this issue. But I know it's kinda impossible....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-2741965781963592385?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2741965781963592385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=2741965781963592385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2741965781963592385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2741965781963592385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/writing-freely.html' title='Writing freely'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-8781714335844919945</id><published>2008-04-30T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:11:58.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate my life!!! It sucks big time!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanna go to the MPH sale in Kelana Jaya but no one’s going there with me! Ken’s gotta work today and he won’t be able to come before 5pm. The sale’s closing at 7pm. They have like up to 70% discount okay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Books are freaking expensive these days and I just wanna go to the sale to get them at a cheaper price. I can’t go myself because I don’t know the way and I wouldn’t wanna risk getting lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel so down right now. I feel so angry and I wanna cry and I don’t even know why!!!! And no it’s not PMS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need to study for my finals but I can’t even concentrate because all I can think of is how I’m going to miss out on the opportunity! Sure, the sale’s for several days but I doubt the good books would still be on the shelves on the second day. Books enthusiasts would have snapped all of it on the first day which is TODAY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate my life!!!!!!! I hate everybody right now!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know it’s not rational to get mad over a seemingly small matter but right now, my emotions aren’t even like a roller coaster, it’s like the Space Shot! It keeps getting worse and worse by the minute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-8781714335844919945?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8781714335844919945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=8781714335844919945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8781714335844919945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8781714335844919945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_30.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-3189420018457024178</id><published>2008-04-24T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:53:44.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Over her dead body</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;I wrote this entry two days ago but blogger wasn't responding then. Or more like, my connection was too slow to be able to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;I suddenly thought of things to blog about. Not that I purposely did but as I was blog-hopping, it suddenly occurred to me that I should blog about the things I find most annoying in people. I'm not putting a number to it because I'm not sure how many or how little I can come up with. It depends on how well my brain is working right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, this is not going to be some tag or meme.&lt;br /&gt;So here I go...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I absolutely hate.....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;...girls who are thin but      always complaining that they are fat. I mean, come on la...will you be      satisfied only after you've morphed into a skeleton? Believe me, that's      not gonna make you desirable. And I believe some girls are purposely      complaining in front of others because they want others to tell them      "No la.. where got fat? So thin.. I'm so jealous of you la.. You have      such a perfect figure" *PUKES*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;...people who are complete      show-offs. Like my neighbor's kid. In fact, almost everyone in their      family are show-offs. Ken felt the same way as well the 1st time he met      them. But what to do? Like my mum said, they're rich, they can afford to      show off. Who are we to tell them that they can't? But whatever, I hate      them. Especially that guy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;...guys who think that they      are sooo good looking. Regardless of whether they are good looking or not.      Okayla, if you're really good looking, then I can't really say anything.      But when you're not and think you are, and then act like a complete      asshole, it's just plain revolting. They think that the girls would be so      smitten by their 'good looks' but really, the attitude is a real turn off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;...sales people who look down      on people. Just because some people are not dressed in designer outfits      doesn't give you the right to look down on them. At the end of the day,      you're just the sales person. Your job is to serve the customers who      patronize the shop you are working in. Everyone who goes into the shop is      a potential customer regardless of what you may think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;...two-headed snakes. Don't      think that your act of sweet talking in front of a person and then stab      her in her back won't get back to that person. In fact, everyone in the      class knows exactly what type of person you are. It's despicable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;…extroverts who think      introverts are some sort of weird people just because they have difficulty      socializing with strangers. And worse, I hate people who misunderstand      introverts for snobs. Cause, even though I may appear to be somewhat on      the extrovert side, I’m actually not. Deep down, I’m kinda afraid to      mingle with people I’ve just met. It doesn’t happen all the time though.      And then I get labeled as a snob, which is really unfair. True story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Okay, I'm done. Told you I can't come up with much. I'll add more if and when I can think of anything else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I watched 'Over Her Dead Body' yesterday night. I've been waiting so long for this movie. It premiered in the US last month if I'm not mistaken and I thought that the cinemas here weren't going to show it. Luckily, I was wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's such a great show! Even Ken, who initially complained about having to watch another girlie flick, enjoyed watching it as well. This show is a must watch! You're guaranteed to laugh from start to end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Basically, the movie shows Kate (Eva Longoria Parker, the smoking hot housewife from Wisteria Lane) who died on her wedding day and then came back to haunt, or more like, harass the girlfriend of her fiancee. I'm not going to write more because you'll have to watch it for yourself. And it wouldn't be fun if you already know everything just from reading it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;The girl who plays the girlfriend of Kate's fiancee is hot. I don't know what's her name and I don't really like her in the show but, yea, she's hot.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Anyway, gotta go. Dinner time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-3189420018457024178?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3189420018457024178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=3189420018457024178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3189420018457024178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3189420018457024178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/over-her-dead-body.html' title='Over her dead body'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-3747907325001377847</id><published>2008-04-22T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:15:15.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short notes'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to go and cut my hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam's next week...ughh..haven't start studying yet &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've accomplished quite a few things today..I hope the next few days will be more or equally as productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to college in another 10 minutes so this is a quick and short and random one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-3747907325001377847?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3747907325001377847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=3747907325001377847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3747907325001377847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3747907325001377847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-2694511759609448773</id><published>2008-04-20T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:14:44.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short notes'/><title type='text'>Arrgghh!</title><content type='html'>I'm sooooo bored right now. It's a Sunday night and my dad is hogging the TV, my bro went to sleep early, Ken's helping out at his dad's factory, and there's no one to play Mahjong with :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can still go online right? Well, wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going online or not going online makes no difference because I've gone to all my favorite websites already. And with the pathetic connection, I can't watch Malaysian Dreamgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never watched a single episode even though I've been quite keen on watching it. The videos won't even load :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stuck here with the useless connection and I can't do anything else but blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I can't think of anything to write about. So how???? Tell me!! Save me from the throes of boringness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I better go.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-2694511759609448773?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2694511759609448773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=2694511759609448773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2694511759609448773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2694511759609448773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/arrgghh.html' title='Arrgghh!'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-8503399813076002940</id><published>2008-04-18T17:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:41:44.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Pink Hotel</title><content type='html'>I finally handed in the poster today. I thought we had to do a little presentation but the lecturer said if he does not understand our poster, only then would he ask questions. I was the first to go (cause ma name starts with 'A'). And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't ask any questions. Which could only mean one thing: My poster is damn good. Gahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to create a poster advertising a Love Hotel, the first of its kind in Malaysia. And we're not supposed to use any self-created or computer aided images except for existing printed material such as those found in mags and newspapers and the likes of it. Anyway, here's how mine looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAhu7YjpU2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pjH7LakizyQ/s1600-h/P4180045b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAhu7YjpU2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pjH7LakizyQ/s400/P4180045b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190520537027793762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAhu7IjpU1I/AAAAAAAAA_I/3n-dyQmvZ0A/s1600-h/P4180046b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAhu7IjpU1I/AAAAAAAAA_I/3n-dyQmvZ0A/s400/P4180046b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190520532732826450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there are two similar but different posters up there. It's because I made two final pieces, since I can't decide which one's layout is better. I added on the frames with photoshop  since the background of my blog is also black in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the first one in the end. Cause it's simple but somewhat, sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually used those bling blings that girls use to bling up their phones for the fonts in the first piece. The rationale? Cause a love hotel is a place for people to shag. So they'd normally meet in dark places such as bars or discos. The shiny bling blings would better catch their attention than some neutral colored font. And I used black as the background color because love hotels usually remind people of one word: CHEAP. But this particular love hotel isn't your run of the mill 'Chow Kit' motel. It exudes class and prestige. So by combining black and pink, it would create the desired effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea...I hope I'll get good grades for this one, considering the fact that I'm not an art person. In fact, I was extremely happy when I got to form 4 because we finally do not have to attend art classes. And I was in a pure science stream before I attended college where I took Foundation in Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have this notion that science stream students are brighter you see. That was what I thought as well back then. And I think that perfectly explains why so many of my friends chose the science stream route, I myself included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we graduate from secondary school and realize that the SPM cert is practically useless. It gets us into college and then they don't even look at your results (unless when you apply for scholarship). So yea, I advised my bro to give it a serious thought. He enrolled into science stream anyway. But nevermind, he'll know when it's his time to know. Unless if wants to be a doctor or engineer or anything science-related, which I seriously doubt. Because I know that he's into business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've officially handed in every assignment. Now it's time to revise and wait for the finals to arrive (next next week). And after that, I'll have a whole month of holiday, which I'm pretty sure is going to be a boring one unless I manage to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the cows come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-8503399813076002940?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8503399813076002940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=8503399813076002940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8503399813076002940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8503399813076002940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/pink-hotel.html' title='Pink Hotel'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAhu7YjpU2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pjH7LakizyQ/s72-c/P4180045b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-2713567261776016361</id><published>2008-04-14T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:56:08.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Art...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;My connection is too slow to even connect to blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;So, how in the world could I be blogging right now? Cause I’m blogging using Microsoft Word la.. Later only copy and paste. A million thanks to my ‘superb’ connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I only have one class today, which is the design class. I went to class to find out that FY and Ginie have decided to *hophop* the class (‘hophop’ means ‘skip’ if you didn’t get it). Luckily WK is there =) Showed the lecturer my design and asked for some feedback from him. So now I’ve decided to make some amendments to the original idea I had. It’s going to be a sophisticated-looking poster. I’ll post it here when I’m done since sophisticated is pretty subjective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;But then again, pretty much everything in art is subjective. The value of an art lies in the interpretation of the beholder. A picture of a &lt;a href="http://www.ezmuseum.com/images/leonardodavinci/monalisa.jpg"&gt;smiling androgynous looking woman&lt;/a&gt; can fetch millions of dollars because there are people who knows how to appreciate it. Actually, I’m not familiar with the history of arts and stuff so I’m not sure whether the example is apt or not but whatever la. I just wanna get my point across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;After half an hour, WK and I decided to *hophop* the class too and ciao-ed. Then I went to 1U with Ken because we wanted to catch ‘Definitely, Maybe’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Correction: &lt;i style=""&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;wanted to watch it. Ken is only accompanying me. Lol. Cause it’s a chick flick. We have this agreement where we will take turns to pick which movie to watch so we don’t have to argue about it. The good news is that we can watch every movie together. The bad news; I have to sit through some boring movies occasionally. But most of the time, the movies he picks turn out pretty good actually. Just last week we went and watched Water Horse. Many people told me that the movie sucks. But Ken still insisted on watching it. But after the show, I think it’s simply fantastic! To be honest, I think Water Horse is more of a girly movie rather than a guy’s show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Back to what I was saying, we went to 1U and had lunch at Nyonya Colors, my current favorite haunt =D But didn’t get to watch the movie because the next show is at 4 something. Didn’t wanna wait so we decided to go home and zzzz. O yea, I bought two eyeliners and ended up getting one free (the sales person didn’t scan one of the eyeliners but did put it in the bag =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Which reminds me, there was also one time when I was shopping in Forever 21 and I got an RM100 free top thanks to the absent mindedness of the sales person. I didn’t know about it until I got home and checked the receipt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;But I have to admit that I was aware of the mistake today. Gosh I feel kinda guilty now. But Guardian is such a big corporation. I’m sure their business wouldn’t be affected by such a small boo boo. So, I guess it’s okay? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;And I still can’t connect to blogger after finishing this post =.=”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-2713567261776016361?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2713567261776016361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=2713567261776016361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2713567261776016361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2713567261776016361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/art.html' title='Art...'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-1988775275275471980</id><published>2008-04-13T13:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:41:46.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Fungus &amp; Tag</title><content type='html'>The reason I haven't been uploading pictures is because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been scalded by boiling water.. and I'm partly disfigured now. The doctor said it would take a few months to heal. And we'll need to wait till then to know whether I'll be scarred for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meantime, I've been surfing for products which could lighten scars and stuff like that. But none could guarantee 100% recovery :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST KIDDING LA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm really scalded I wouldn't be sitting here blogging. I would most probably...erm...be in the hospital blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, jokes aside, the real reason why I haven't been uploading pictures recently is because my digicam has fungus growing between its lenses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought it to the photo studio and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lao ban &lt;/span&gt;said it would cost 400 bucks to fix it. So my &lt;s&gt;kiamsap&lt;/s&gt; mum said it's not worth fixing. So I'm without a camera now. Actually there's another old digicam but my mum has hidden it somewhere for fear that I would make fungus grow in it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, =.=" right? If I know how to make fungus grow miraculously, I would make it grow on the face of someone I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow my mum still insists that the fungus grew because of me. I think she's partly right also la... I think, think only okay, that I got it wet when I took pictures of &lt;a href="http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-season-flashback.html"&gt;fake snowflakes&lt;/a&gt; back in December. And because of the dampness, fungus started to spawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures taken with my handphone is of such low quality that I don't have any motivation to to take any pictures. But I took some yesterday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGXrYjpUmI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/LyLqMzqaaJM/s1600-h/DSC02014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGXrYjpUmI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/LyLqMzqaaJM/s400/DSC02014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188595017289650786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pig on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGXrojpUnI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/7_fuTwsXXAs/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGXrojpUnI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/7_fuTwsXXAs/s400/DSC02019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188595021584618098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; the pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGXr4jpUoI/AAAAAAAAA9g/RKvK1UurFJ4/s1600-h/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGXr4jpUoI/AAAAAAAAA9g/RKvK1UurFJ4/s400/DSC02020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188595025879585410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; the pig 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGXsIjpUqI/AAAAAAAAA9w/jzLuIAwYp-4/s1600-h/DSC02032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGXsIjpUqI/AAAAAAAAA9w/jzLuIAwYp-4/s400/DSC02032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188595030174552738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pig writing mushy things on my thigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And also.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGYjYjpUrI/AAAAAAAAA94/bWURVNNoxRY/s1600-h/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGYjYjpUrI/AAAAAAAAA94/bWURVNNoxRY/s400/DSC01991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188595979362325170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby playing dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGYjojpUsI/AAAAAAAAA-A/VXMNyuPndAk/s1600-h/DSC01989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGYjojpUsI/AAAAAAAAA-A/VXMNyuPndAk/s400/DSC01989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188595983657292482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great actress huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGYj4jpUtI/AAAAAAAAA-I/yMkVj-vBBJ0/s1600-h/DSC01988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGYj4jpUtI/AAAAAAAAA-I/yMkVj-vBBJ0/s400/DSC01988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188595987952259794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Baby is usually very protective of her image. And she's a really good poser. But she's willing to sacrifice her image just because she doesn't wanna go out of the house. She likes being in the house a lot. And purposely played dead when she is asked to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGZ5ojpUuI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WOYTHFfdA8o/s1600-h/17102007096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGZ5ojpUuI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WOYTHFfdA8o/s400/17102007096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188597461126042338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGZ6YjpUvI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WYGeiySKP28/s1600-h/17102007101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGZ6YjpUvI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WYGeiySKP28/s400/17102007101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188597474010944242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGZ6ojpUwI/AAAAAAAAA-g/2n5SVKBeU2k/s1600-h/17102007102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGZ6ojpUwI/AAAAAAAAA-g/2n5SVKBeU2k/s400/17102007102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188597478305911554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGZ64jpUxI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pm5twhQK100/s1600-h/22032008236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGZ64jpUxI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pm5twhQK100/s400/22032008236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188597482600878866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. She's such a good poser. Unlike her mummy Daisy who is camera-shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about dogs, I saw a man kicking a lame puppy yesterday night. What a bastard. The puppy wasn't even blocking his way. The poor thing already can't walk properly, and he had to hurt it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Ken that I hope the bastard would hit someone's car at the back so he'll have to pay for the damages. And Ken said he hope that man would die in the accident. =.=" He's even more extreme than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://erishaling.blogspot.com"&gt;Erisha&lt;/a&gt;. And I'm supposed to write about the '10 Reasons Why I Blog'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I blog to kill time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And also when I'm bored. Which is the main reason behind most of my posts. So uninspiring huh? ;p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also blog because it would be funny to know what was going on in my mind few years ago. And it never ceases to amaze me how different I was just a few years back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes some random bitch or bastard would ruin my day and my blog is where I go to rant about them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I blog when I feel emotional. That's when I would pour my heart out and do some soul-searching while blogging.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course, I also blog so I can keep a record of the things which are going on in my life. Sometimes it's so useful that I think my blog is the best thing which has ever happened to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There must be a place for me to post all of those vain pictures of myself somewhere. Oh yea, that's what this blog does. Although as I've mentioned earlier, I seldom take pictures nowadays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To make people feel jealous of the amazing life I have. Just kidding ;p It's to remind myself that I have a great life and to cherish it always :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes (although it's kinda rare), I would like to write bout something intellectually stimulating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erm...erm..I'm running out of reasons already... O yea, my blog is place where I can crap all I want and no one can stop me from doing so!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So that's it.. I hereby tag Shine &amp;amp; Kylie. Guys, just do it if you feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm off to slave over the design assignment now=( =( =( Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-1988775275275471980?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1988775275275471980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=1988775275275471980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1988775275275471980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1988775275275471980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/fungus-tag.html' title='Fungus &amp; Tag'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/SAGXrYjpUmI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/LyLqMzqaaJM/s72-c/DSC02014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-8125031183707683810</id><published>2008-04-11T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:03:15.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I skipped class today. Two classes to be precise. And both classes are taught by the same lecturer. Am not gonna bitch about him here in case he somehow manages to stumble upon my blog (which has happened with a few lecturers two years ago). Then my grades will be in deep trouble. Which means that anything I have to say about him isn't really on the positive side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all think that he's gay. I'm not anti-gay or anything like that. And it's not like the college policy is against gay people. In fact, I have had encountered a few lecturers who are gay and open about their status. But this lecturer is kinda weird in an indescribable weird way. I'm anticipating the day in which he will come out of the closet =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to The Curve and Ikano instead =D Bought some pricey materials for my final design project which is due in two weeks' time. We have to submit 3 drafts and the actual project to the lecturer, worth 35% of the total course marks. I still don't see why we have to do some artwork which is clearly not anything design related. But anyhow, that's the way I was brought up to be. Do as I'm told and not to question the teacher's (or in this case, lecturer's) decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a bad value to inculcate in people. Seriously, it's much better to teach the young ones to speak up their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, we Asian people must respect the elders and by questioning the their decisions, we will be deemed disrespectful. And also, it would be shameful for the elders to admit that they are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that all Asian people are like that but most are, including my *cough*parents*cough* But the question is, who are we to blame? I won't blame my parents for being the way they are because they were brought up that way. So it's the ancestors fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are now responsible for doing what we think is right to salvage the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, children who are taught to obey and not to question the authority of elders, especially their parents, are actually more prone to falling victim to any type of crime. Let's say a woman approaches a little boy and tells him that his mummy has given instructions for her to take him back home from school. And the boy, who has been taught to obey his mother at all times, dares not disobey his mother's words and follows the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, people can argue that with the boy's mum can teach him not to follow strangers but when we are talking about small children around kindergarten age, they might not be able to prioritize their decisions. The little boy might not know which is more important; to obey his mother's instructions of not following strangers, OR to obey his mother's instructions of not questioning her authority/decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Anyway, I'm feeling kinda bored for the past few days. Which explains the sudden proliferation of posts by me :D Just now I was browsing through blogs and I stumbled upon a friend's blog which she wrote two years ago. It amazes me to see how much she has changed. And it brought back a lot of memories from back then. I really really miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying my life at this moment and won't do anything to change the way things are right now. But I also miss those old days back when I was in Foundation. I don't know why but I really do. I miss the company I had then and also the carefree days. I didn't have to worry about getting jobs or any grown up stuff but now I think of these thinks everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having McDonalds in Lan class, I miss going to Mid Valley with Cheryl and Kang after/before classes, I miss taking the KTM back home, I miss Miss Selena's class, I miss Mr Chen's "please hold your tongue"s, I miss...I miss.. I can't think of anything else right now but I sure do miss those days. I wonder if anyone else does =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it occurred to me that we can't rewind time. That's why it's called the past. So if you're enjoying life at this moment, be sure to cherish it. If not, you'll be missing today in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'm just being nostalgic I guess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-8125031183707683810?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8125031183707683810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=8125031183707683810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8125031183707683810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8125031183707683810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-4878822880279890273</id><published>2008-04-10T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:40:37.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Broken umbrella</title><content type='html'>I need a new unbrella!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, my mum needs to get me a new umbrella. She spoilt mine while on vacation in Japan. It's such a waste. I've only used that pretty little thing less than 10 times before it got ravaged in the hands of my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she told me I could still use it. So I did, on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in college and it happened to be raining. So I whipped out my broken umbrella and before I could make it anywhere near the shuttle bus, the umbrella practically went upwards. I don't really know how to explain this but instead of facing downwards like normal looking umbrellas do, mine faced upwards after getting blown by the wind. Thus, I ended up wet and humiliated in front of the other waiting students. And it happened twice, not once okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guy in front of me decided to act like a gentlemen by letting all the girls in front of him board the bus first. And he didn't look behind to see that there were other girls (including me with my broken umbrella) waiting to get inside the bus BEHIND him! So I had to wait and wait before the stupid gentlemen decides that he has been gentlemen enough for the day and boarded the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clarify that I do not have any personal vendetta against guys who try to be chivalrous. I think that chivalry is underrated in Malaysia and applaud any guy for displaying that little gentlemenly act.&lt;br /&gt;But I do have something against chivalrous guys who are stupid! (or rather, not being alert enough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, it is always raining these days! It rains when I drive to college in the morning, and it rains when I drive home from college in the evenings. Every single day without fail. Again, it's not that I hate it when it rains, I just hate it when it rains too much. As I'm sitting here typing this, I'm surprised we're not flooded by rain water yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? My finals are only two weeks away and I haven't start studying yet. I'm currently enjoying the freedom of being online without having to worry about handing up my assignment tomorrow. Actually, there is one assignment, but it's due next week. So, yea, I'm kinda procrastinating again =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the superior being up there, please let me snap out of this bad bad baaaad habit which you have blessed me with since I can't remember when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's that. Gotta run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: My connection is still as slow as shit. I'm super pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-4878822880279890273?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4878822880279890273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=4878822880279890273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4878822880279890273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4878822880279890273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/broken-umbrella.html' title='Broken umbrella'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-3373240229141657396</id><published>2008-04-09T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:47:28.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>I'm so lucky</title><content type='html'>I've been doing some thinking lately. Comparing myself with different people around me, different people whom I read about, and I feel that I've been blessed with a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never given much thought to this before because I was blinded by my own superficiality. I've always thought that I would be truly happy if I get everything I want. But come to think of it, when I get everything I want, what else is there for me to look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's not the destination, it's the journey that's important.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I always feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semacam&lt;/span&gt; after major exams and assignments. All the while I would be dreading over all the hard work, waiting for it to be over. But when it's finally over, I feel like I have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the point however. I feel that I have to be appreciative of what I have in life all this while. It never occurred to me how much I'm dependent on others. I depend on my dad for money, on my mum to do the household chores, and Ken to sayang and pamper me (and make me feel like a princess). I have great friends (eventhough we don't see one another as often as we'd like to) and a strong support system. The thing is, I'm only starting to appreciate all this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a spoilt brat (still am, maybe =p). But even if that's the case, I want to be an appreciative spoilt brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that with the company I'm in right now, I would never have to really struggle in life. I know that there will always be people taking care of me. And the least I can do is to cherish all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to one of the most important person in my life, I want to apologise for being such a spoilt brat, for being so fussy, for being so difficult, for making your life difficult, for all the things I've said and done which have hurt you, and thank you for always being there for me. I know you love me, and I just want to say that I love you too :)&lt;br /&gt;(Hint: You're bringing me out shopping later. So you know who you are =p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-3373240229141657396?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3373240229141657396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=3373240229141657396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3373240229141657396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3373240229141657396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-so-lucky.html' title='I&apos;m so lucky'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-2634121993618428594</id><published>2008-04-08T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:52:10.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Of slow connections and Fly.fm</title><content type='html'>I have been spending a lot more time in front of the computer recently. Not because I'm obsessed with a cool game or something,&lt;br /&gt;but because my internet connection is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaking slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, I have to spend more time waiting for stuff to load. Even a simple task like checking my mail takes up 15 minutes. And that's just to get to the inbox. You won't wanna know how long it takes for me to actually read my mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the bandwidth test today and guess what? It's only 40 kbps!! Tell me how can anyone survive with such speed!! Even dial-up connections are faster than this. I feel like a leopard who has been overtaken by a tortoise right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started one month ago. My crazy connection decided one day to suddenly disconnect. And I had a technician come over to settle the problem. And he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he left me with a bigger problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, my connection has been this slow. I don't even know how in the world could I tolerate such preposterous speed. I only called Streamyx to complain this morning. And no one could solve my problem. Oh, I have a lot of things to complain about Streamyx okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I think they'll need to employ people who can actually speak English, especially the ones who have to answer telephones! I've spoken to two Streamyx receptionist/operator/or whatever fancy name they're called and both speak in horrible horrible English. It's so hard for me to understand what they're saying. And in the end, what they could do is to send another technician over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could do without random technicians swarming my house every week okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, who has heard about the Fly.fm cash call? Those living in Malaysia would have most probably heard about it. It's this radio station which was giving out cash if you answer your phone with "Fly fm" when they call you. But boy is it hard to get them to call you. I bet millions (if not hundreds of thousands) of people are smsing in every time there's a cue to sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed so many times but they didn't call me back. But that's not what I want to tell you. It's about the stupidity I feel everytime I answer my phone with Fly.fm. Of course I don't answer Fly.fm if it's a caller I know (we do have this thing called caller ID). But every time I receive a call from a new number, I would answer with "fly.fm" And it's pretty embarrassing if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, this Celebrity Fitness called me and when I picked up the phone, I didn't say anything cause I wanted to listen to the background noise of the caller before saying Fly.fm. But the stupid fella did not say a word as well so we ended up staying silent on the phone for one whole minute. When I finally said "Fly.fm", he said "Hi, I'm calling from Celebrity Fitness...blablabla..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid guy. I hate receiving calls from all these sales people. They do nothing but waste my time. And I would have to  reject them politely. On a brighter note, I have honed my skills at rejecting these sales people in a polite way :D. I can do a really good job you know! Ask me when you see me (if you see me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta run. Dinner time! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-2634121993618428594?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2634121993618428594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=2634121993618428594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2634121993618428594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2634121993618428594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-slow-connections-and-flyfm.html' title='Of slow connections and Fly.fm'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-2948258221104132014</id><published>2008-04-01T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:34:16.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>The ever elusive owner of this blog has finally reappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I had no motivation whatsoever to blog for the past few weeks. I was bogged down by college work and Mahjong..bwahahaha.. As such, the loyal readers of this blog have all ran away. Even the most loyal one, *cough*Ken*cough* has not visited my blog for quite some time I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm blogging now cause I'm waiting for Desperate Housewives to be aired at 10.30pm. It's the fourth season already..so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw hor, I have the sudden urge to say that girls are very scary. Yep you heard me right. Never make a girl angry or you'll suffer the consequences. Why am I saying this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cause there was a major hoo haa in one of my classes. It so happened that there was only one guy in the entire class. And to cut a long story short, some girls actually managed to force him to drop the subject just weeks before the finals. They even made him cry. What transpired between them remains a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I'm off to watch Desperate Housewives. Catch y'all later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Kylie dear, please send me the photos! You know what I'm talking about. It's too funny to be kept offline ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-2948258221104132014?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2948258221104132014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=2948258221104132014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2948258221104132014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2948258221104132014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-4559121199987815388</id><published>2008-03-02T10:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:05:14.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Mahjong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh... Can't a girl just be lazy and not update her blog for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to everyone who's been complaining bout the lack of updates, here it is: TADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Just kidding la... I wasn't agitated when people urge me to blog. Heck, I even feel happy cause there are people who find my blog interesting (even though it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;berunsurkan 'pat poh-ish" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;huh Poh Sim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as usual, I have a very good reason for the lack of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new obsession....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/30/94/22969430.jpg" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/30/94/22969430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mahjong!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eh I tell you, mahjong is really really addictive okay. I'm playing mahjong everyday now. Thank God I have mahjong kakis at home (pssst: mummy and smelly bro). After I come home from class, after smelly finishes his homework, we will 'open table'. Everyday without fail even if it's just for an hour. But usually an hour of mahjong is not enough obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday right, after having dinner with the Malau gang, instead of going yamcha (which is like a tradition for youths in Malaysia), we headed over to my place to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play mahjong la of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, I started the conversation about "Why do we always go yamcha right after dinner together?" Cheryl said it's because it's a tradition. But no one seemed to be able to come up with another rational answer to justify this tradition. And dunno what happened, we ended up playing mahjong because of a little persuading from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know, I'm such a good persuader right? I should really consider a career in the field of persuading. You know, those persuaders who help convince people who wants to jump off buildings not to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if I were to be a persuader, I would have the ability to convince them not to jump,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but come and play mahjong at my place instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ngek ngek ngek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wait, I changed my mind. Maybe not my place. I don't really fancy having suicidal people in my house. What if they kill themselves at my house after the mahjong session is over? My house will be forever haunted by the ghost of these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Note: They will ALWAYS kill themselves, if they do kill themselves, after the mahjong session is over because no one in their right mind would die when they are enjoying the pleasures derived from mahjonging)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't take any photos yesterday night but Cheryl did! In the meantime, I'll upload pictures of the previous gatherings while waiting for her to send me the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Edit: Someone is wrong with blogger. I can't upload pictures from my computer!!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Hehe, a girl named Daisy just viewed my Friendster profile. I wonder if she knows she has the same name as my dog O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And speaking about my dog, you guys know that I have two cute doggies right? To those who don't, now you do! So yea, two doggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; One of them is a lesbian!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; People always look shocked when I tell them this. But hey, if there are homosexual humans, why can't dogs be homo? But actually I can't really tell if she's a lesby or a bisexual. We've never exposed her to male dogs before other than the little contact through the gaps in the main gate. Don't give me all that bullshit about that's why she turned homo. We've never exposed our other dog (which is the lesbian dog's mum) to male dogs before either. To avoid any confusion, Daisy is the mummy dog and Baby is the lesbian dog, who is also, Daisy's daughter. In conclusion, Daisy gave birth to Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; If you're sensing a lil bit of weirdness here, you're really alert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; If you haven't, let me tell you. In order for my Daisy to be Baby's mum, she has to be pregnant. And in order to get pregnant, she has to have had contact with another male dog before. And let me tell you, that was the only time Daisy ever got exposed to a male dog. The one time and she got pregnant with 5 puppies. Dogs are really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;geng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For the record, that male dog is a rapist. He sneaked into our house when we were out and raped Daisy!! He was still in our house when we came back home. We shooed him away with the garden hose. That was 5 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; So yea, all those bullshit about not exposing Baby to a male dog is the reason she turned homo are all pure smelly bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Ken is complaining that I didn't blog about V-day. So I will, in the next or subsequent posts. And will also blog about other stuff which happened before this. Haha, and also expects some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: georgia;" st="on"&gt;Edison&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; topics ;p Till then, tata.&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-4559121199987815388?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4559121199987815388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=4559121199987815388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4559121199987815388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4559121199987815388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/mahjong.html' title='Mahjong'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-6426298336354544236</id><published>2008-02-04T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:23:48.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>*cries*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*SOBS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's going to be another lonely Chinese New Year for me again. My parents left for Europe yesterday night. And my darling is flying to Thailand to visit his grandparents and relatives tomorrow!! :'( For 10 long days! We haven't been apart for so long ever since we've been together! And we see each other almost everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told people about it, they asked me why not follow Ken back to Thailand. Okay, firstly, I would feel awkward meeting his entire extended family. It's not like we're getting married soon and I'd have to meet everyone. And the thought of traveling across the border with his family is also kinda nerve-wracking. Secondly, my passport has expired...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling blue already. Isn't this supposed to be a joyous season?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar is spending his entire day with me today. BUT, he's snoring away right now. That's why I'm blogging lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to be sad: I'm not feeling very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not sick. I'm on the verge of falling sick. This has been going on since last week. I've been plagued by on and off giddiness and headaches. I just wanna fall sick and get it over with. It's better than hanging on the edge like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-6426298336354544236?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6426298336354544236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=6426298336354544236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6426298336354544236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6426298336354544236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/cries.html' title='*cries*'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-2342998583894320900</id><published>2008-01-31T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:35:32.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I-dunno-how-to-categorize-these'/><title type='text'>Another sex scandal</title><content type='html'>Have you heard about the Edison Chen/Gillian Chung sex scandal? If you haven't, you most probably just came back from a vacation to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes aside, OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never imagined a day like this would come. If it was a Hollywood actor/actress I wouldn't be surprised. But something like this coming from the HK showbiz industry? It's shocking. Considering the fuss they made over the leaked pictures of Gillian changing backstage in a concert in 2006, this scandal would create a hoo haa magnified by a billion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna post any of those pictures here but I can say that I've seen them. It's everywhere in the blogosphere. Just type "Edison Chen Gillian Chung sex photos" and the results are guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the photos show a very vulnerable Gillian with her legs spread wide open to the camera and Edison... uhmm..pleasuring her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to whether the photos were doctored or photoshopped or not, I believe it is 95% genuine. There is one picture where they compared Edison's room from an MTV program to the one in the sex photos. It's totally the same room. And there's no way people could find so many pictures of Gillian with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta ciao! I'm a busy woman :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-2342998583894320900?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2342998583894320900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=2342998583894320900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2342998583894320900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2342998583894320900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-sex-scandal.html' title='Another sex scandal'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-848251006164153462</id><published>2008-01-26T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:32:48.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short notes'/><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been blogging for quite some time now. Just posting something to show that I'm not abandoning my blog or anything. It's just that I've been busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too busy to even spend 15 minutes to blog?" some of you may ask. It's not that. It's not like I'm busy every single minute of the day. But I feel that the little spare time I have is too precious to be spent on blogging. It's not that big a priority in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you guys in on what I've been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Been back in college for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;2. Got involved in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;3. Went through some sort of depression. (Will talk about that in a later post).&lt;br /&gt;4. Going through a mid-life crisis. But I think it's more apt to be called a 'teen-adult transition crisis'.&lt;br /&gt;5. And watched (still watching) the whole season 2 of Heroes. (Finally, something to be happy about!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta go to bed now. I have a morning class tomorrow. Yup, on a Saturday. It's a replacement class for the public holiday this coming Friday. Stupid public holidays! Just to clarify, public holidays are only stupid when we have to go for replacement classes because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, to whomever who might be reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-848251006164153462?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/848251006164153462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=848251006164153462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/848251006164153462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/848251006164153462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-176258669750201457</id><published>2008-01-09T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:25:57.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><title type='text'>Big boobs</title><content type='html'>I can't believe most people found my blog by typing sexy, boobs, and stuff like that. Hey, my blog ain't a porn blog okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's because I'm writing a lot about sexiness and... I dunno, ways to enlarge one's boobies? Strange, I don't remember blogging about that before. But maybe it's a good way to increase me blog's traffic eh? I've just joined Nuffnang and my earnings are pathetic! I need to find ways to increase the traffic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about breast enlargements, people (girls of course) always ask me about it. I can never give them a desirable answer besides breast implants because frankly, I don't know the ways to make them bigger. Granted, mine is larger than the average Asian female's one but I did not intentionally do anything to make it that way. However, it might have something to do with milk, tofu and soya consumption. Drink and eat lots of it! See if it works. Of course, it'll take a few years to actually see the results but hey, you want bigger boobs, you gotta at least try right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere else that having your boyfriend or husband to massage it for you helps as well. I guess it may have something to do with better circulation or something. But if constant massages help, would it mean that by constantly massaging any particular body part, it'll grow bigger?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the right bra size helps too I think. If a bra does it job properly, it can do wonders for the breasts. Although one has to have boobs first in order to fit into a bra. So if you so unfortunately have a 5 year old boy's body, this one's not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails, get fat! Although it's not 100% guaranteed that your breasts will grow bigger. I've seen some fat woman with small boobs. So it's not to say that if you grow fat on other parts of your body, fat would grow in the boobs area too. It depends on the individual. It's like, some women get fat on the behind first, and other women get fat on the tummy first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a rundown of the non-surgical ways to                                    enlarge the breast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat and drink lots of tofu, soya bean and milk. Especially during the growth period (8 - 14 years).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have your boyfriend/husband constantly massage them for you. If you don't have either, do it yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a good and well fitting bra. Does not apply to people without any hints of a breast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get fat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are disadvantages to having big boobs as well. You'll encounter a lot of unwanted attention from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hamsap&lt;/span&gt; men even as you're strolling innocently down the street. The more daring and idiotic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hamsap&lt;/span&gt; men would try to get a clearer glimpse by walking behind you and look over your shoulder. Even more idiotic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hamsap&lt;/span&gt; men would not only do all those, but also whistle and harass you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unless you have a very protective boyfriend or a bodyguard, it's better to forgo them big boobies, unless you don't have a choice. Yes I know it'll make you feel more feminine/sexier/confident/God knows what else but be careful, you might just get what you wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll also have a hard time finding a well-fitting bra. Apparently, there are not many females in Malaysia with big breasts so the lingerie shops don't stock those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that.&lt;br /&gt;And now, even more people who google sexy/big/boobs/whatever will be led to my blog =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-176258669750201457?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/176258669750201457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=176258669750201457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/176258669750201457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/176258669750201457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-boobs.html' title='Big boobs'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-8438264713451605853</id><published>2008-01-07T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:35:48.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can write intellectually too'/><title type='text'>The unknown future</title><content type='html'>2008 feels just like...2007 to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not 2007! It is indeed 2008 and I'm gonna have to tell others that I'm 20 this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not. I'll just do what I do every year and not admit that I'm thaaat old until my birthday has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 20... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;20!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I ever imagined that I would turn the big two 0. I mean, yeah, there's a part of me that knows for sure I'll eventually turn 20. But it always seems so far away. Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in primary school, I couldn't wait till the day I turned 15. And when I was 15, I couldn't wait to turn 18. And now that I'm over 18, I just wanna stop growing. Cause after 18, people just grow older. Not up, but older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years between 10 to 18 seem to move so slow. I felt as if I would never ever grow up. But after 18, the years just sped on by. And the most frightening thing is, there are a lot of things to be done and a lot to be achieved in this decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first decade of my life was spent being a child. The second decade, a student. Now that I'm entering the third decade of my life, there are a multitude of roles for me to step into. Conventionally, a woman steps into the roles of girlfriend, wife and mother in her third decade. Now however, the avant-garde woman fills in the roles of girlfriend in the second decade of her life, then a graduate, employee, wife and a mother in her third decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many roles to play in this decade!!! I'll call this the women's chameleon decade. It will be the most tiring and energy draining decade among all decades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about this. Suppose you spent your whole twenties trying to step into all the aforementioned roles, and before you know it, walla! you're now 30 years old! You have just spent the remainder of your youth trying to fit into the paradigm of the quintessential woman. Not that it's a bad thing, but it's definitely scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary because we have to step into unchartered waters. Scary because we do not know what is waiting for us. Scary because, for me, I do not know if I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I become one of those women who fails to become who she wants to be? My mum told me that she has friends who was aspiring to be career women back in high school but became housewives instead, and the aspiring housewives who turned out to be career women because they couldn't find a husband. As for me, I still do not know what I want. I'm just afraid of failing to be who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think about it, how can I fail to be who I want to be if I don't even know what I want to be? Confusing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does every woman go through the same phase as I do? Or am I just overreacting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I started blogging not knowing what to blog about, and look what I ended up with?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-8438264713451605853?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8438264713451605853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=8438264713451605853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8438264713451605853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8438264713451605853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/unknown-future.html' title='The unknown future'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-6094763073131461725</id><published>2008-01-06T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:04:31.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><title type='text'>Friend 'scary' ster</title><content type='html'>Remember Friendster? The social networking site that was all the craze back when we were in high school? Where everyone, and I mean everyone, has an account? It's like the Facebook of this generation, minus all the artsy fartsy applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could forget the time when everyone was asking one another to write them Friendster testimonials? And who could forget the time where people added people whom they don't even know, just for the sake of increasing their friend count? And of course, who could forget the time when Friendster accounts were set up to form some sort of clubs? Beauty clubs, handsome clubs, cutie clubs and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster even managed to generate hatred amongst the users. There were people posting photos of other people and claimed that it was them. There were girls who puffed up their cheeks and forcefully open their eyes as wide as possible to take pictures, and they got condemned kao kao.  Then there were people who wrote in weird languages such as euu, miee, ishh, which is quite hilarious actually. But those days are long over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or so I thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing the web, minding my own business and decided to browse through Friendster a few minutes ago. After a few clicks on who and who's profiles, I stumbled upon the profiles of some rather... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; people, if I may put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It surprises me to see people who are like a blast from the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 409px;" alt="The image “http://photos-521.friendster.com/e1/photos/12/56/46026521/1_588692214l.jpg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://photos-521.friendster.com/e1/photos/12/56/46026521/1_588692214l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this girl for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Does she remind you of what I just said? Puffed up cheeks and painful looking big eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, this is not some old profile which is still there. This profile is an active one! With the last log in date being 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/21/64/36254612/448763385l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/21/64/36254612/448763385l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/80/37/47777308/1_429248595l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 440px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/80/37/47777308/1_429248595l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-713.friendster.com/e1/photos/31/71/38731713/1_690160086l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 420px;" src="http://photos-713.friendster.com/e1/photos/31/71/38731713/1_690160086l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/89/70/31650798/1_243430131l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 410px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/89/70/31650798/1_243430131l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further clickings led me to a horrifying hypothesis: The cyber world will never be safe from these girls forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, they may grow out of it. They most certainly will in fact. But when they grow out of it, more girls grow into it. This is a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not it! I cringed when I look at some other photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/76/16576757/1_477540844l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/76/16576757/1_477540844l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"FRiendship is the most treasure thing in every peoples life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so me jEanie make frieNd wiF niCzai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh. My.God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worse than our time! How can these people find even more ways to shock others? Aren't the puffed cheeks and fishball eyes enough?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that enough is enough. I can't bear to click anymore just in case I stumble upon something which shocks the living daylights out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick with Facebook, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-6094763073131461725?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6094763073131461725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=6094763073131461725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6094763073131461725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6094763073131461725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/friend-scary-ster.html' title='Friend &apos;scary&apos; ster'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-9020482008929447253</id><published>2008-01-05T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T14:59:45.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>The world can do without stupid people</title><content type='html'>Some people are just too stupid. It's like they're born with pea-sized brains. Coming to my blog and then leave stupid comments when I can easily moderate everything? How much more dumb can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing the retarded fella who left the stupid message is someone so insecure that he/she has to bark about other people's 'flaws'. But I don't really blame you. Having the face of a pig is kind of a sad thing actually. If you have the dough, you could at least consider plastic surgery. But people with such a rotten attitude won't go far in life. What more having enough money to think about plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, if you wanna insult me, don't do it behind a computer screen. Don't do it anonymously. Say it in my face you horizontally-challenged obese coward. You're just a fat, ugly and insecure weirdo. I pity your mum. She must have spent her whole life regretting having sex with your dad to ever conceive something as despicable as you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-9020482008929447253?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9020482008929447253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=9020482008929447253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/9020482008929447253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/9020482008929447253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/world-can-do-without-stupid-people.html' title='The world can do without stupid people'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-3225156406169897197</id><published>2008-01-04T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:41:52.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>First post of 2008!</title><content type='html'>The following post contains a truckload of photos. It's not the most photos I've ever posted in a blog entry but considering how little I snap pictures nowadays, I consider it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, the Genting trip photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I love Genting trips with the Malau gang. It started back when we were in form 2. And that was 6 years ago. Can you believe it? It feels as if it was last month (note: "feels as if it was yesterday" is too &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;clichéd to be used)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Q39B7whI/AAAAAAAAA7E/lDD9ohBfrsU/s1600-h/P1030239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Q39B7whI/AAAAAAAAA7E/lDD9ohBfrsU/s400/P1030239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151503208475771410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Q4NB7wiI/AAAAAAAAA7M/9fYQjPmKWhg/s1600-h/P1030241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Q4NB7wiI/AAAAAAAAA7M/9fYQjPmKWhg/s400/P1030241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151503212770738722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us in the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were a few girls sitting behind us in the bus. And boy were they loud. There were talking, squealing, and even singing as if the bus belongs to their grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Q4dB7wjI/AAAAAAAAA7U/eWaw7v9kTqk/s1600-h/P1030249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Q4dB7wjI/AAAAAAAAA7U/eWaw7v9kTqk/s400/P1030249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151503217065706034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl, Hooi Hooi, Moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I used to have the longest hair among the three of us :( But it's now the shortest. Anyway, I only received good comments on my new hairstyle, which is a good thing. And most of them asked me whether I'm missing my long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't really miss having long hair. But I did feel a bit sad when I was leaving the salon. I felt as if I was abandoning my hair. And within minutes they would be swept into the dustbin and be one among the heaps of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I can get really sentimental sometimes. The hairdresser jokingly asked whether I would want to keep my hair. If I want, she would put it into a plastic bag and I could bring it home. If it didn't sound that crazy I may have took it home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to photos of Genting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Tz9B7wmI/AAAAAAAAA7s/u8oblOGe_uY/s1600-h/P1030257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Tz9B7wmI/AAAAAAAAA7s/u8oblOGe_uY/s400/P1030257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151506438291178082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us three again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33T0tB7woI/AAAAAAAAA78/HbrQ9tfyT58/s1600-h/P1030260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33T0tB7woI/AAAAAAAAA78/HbrQ9tfyT58/s400/P1030260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151506451176080002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops, what happened after that must be sensored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33T0dB7wnI/AAAAAAAAA70/0O77Ad8SQwc/s1600-h/P1030259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33T0dB7wnI/AAAAAAAAA70/0O77Ad8SQwc/s400/P1030259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151506446881112690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fat lady interfering with my beautiful background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Q49B7wlI/AAAAAAAAA7k/85rh49Jts_8/s1600-h/P1030252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Q49B7wlI/AAAAAAAAA7k/85rh49Jts_8/s400/P1030252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151503225655640658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder what's so interesting about the fish food stall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Q4tB7wkI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fatr-fRyjzc/s1600-h/P1030250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Q4tB7wkI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fatr-fRyjzc/s400/P1030250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151503221360673346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33XRdB7wwI/AAAAAAAAA88/uFiqiLx4Bts/s1600-h/PC196741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33XRdB7wwI/AAAAAAAAA88/uFiqiLx4Bts/s400/PC196741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151510243632202498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33T1NB7wqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/OSGOHDJgdoY/s1600-h/P1030273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33T1NB7wqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/OSGOHDJgdoY/s400/P1030273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151506459766014626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhoring while waiting for our turn on the Corkscrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Genting was freaking cold that day. And I initially wanted to go up without a jacket. Thank God (if there is one) that I didn't. It's true that Genting is the coldest in the month of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33WQNB7wsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/RZ_nHR2rKuo/s1600-h/P1030280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33WQNB7wsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/RZ_nHR2rKuo/s400/P1030280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151509122645738178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you feel the chill?&lt;br /&gt;(It rhymes! I'd make a great poet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33WQtB7wuI/AAAAAAAAA8s/sh8WZcyHA9A/s1600-h/P1030295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33WQtB7wuI/AAAAAAAAA8s/sh8WZcyHA9A/s400/P1030295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151509131235672802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33WRNB7wvI/AAAAAAAAA80/H6e1l6V2xKI/s1600-h/PC196730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33WRNB7wvI/AAAAAAAAA80/H6e1l6V2xKI/s400/PC196730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151509139825607410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor girl trying so hard to get me interested in whatever she's saying XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33WQdB7wtI/AAAAAAAAA8k/g1S65Zh2V3w/s1600-h/P1030285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33WQdB7wtI/AAAAAAAAA8k/g1S65Zh2V3w/s400/P1030285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151509126940705490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite picture, snapped by the professional photographer that I am *coughcough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent most of our time queuing up for rides rather than being on the rides themselves. But it is December, what else could we expect? It would be great if we could go another month, but sadly, that's the only time that all of us are free to take a day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33XRtB7wxI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Dq6pcgaPpH0/s1600-h/PC196745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33XRtB7wxI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Dq6pcgaPpH0/s400/PC196745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151510247927169810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33WPtB7wrI/AAAAAAAAA8U/B5sdHxWHZSk/s1600-h/P1030274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33WPtB7wrI/AAAAAAAAA8U/B5sdHxWHZSk/s400/P1030274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151509114055803570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After we reached KL at night, we had steamboat buffet near Metro Prima. And I absolutely love it! It's not the normal type of steamboat where everyone crowds around a gigantic pot waiting for the food to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we each get a pot to ourselves. Well, not really a pot. It's more like a big hole in the table in front of every seat. Uber cool! And we get to control the temperature and stuff just by pushing some buttons. We also got to get our food in the same way as Sushi King restaurants. Yes! It comes on a conveyor belt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to go there again anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we fast forward to new year's eve. Like I've mentioned before, I won the tickets to Midzone Countdown at Mid Valley. And that's exactly where we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were expecting bad traffic and all so we started our journey early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32dEdB7wYI/AAAAAAAAA58/392ylq6vJOo/s1600-h/P1030493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32dEdB7wYI/AAAAAAAAA58/392ylq6vJOo/s400/P1030493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151446248619491714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captured the sunlight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But surprisingly, the roads were smooth and we were there in less than 30 minutes. We went to the ticket counter to redeem the tickets first before going window shopping. By window shopping I meant ogling over expensive handbags which I'm dying to get my hands on :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32exdB7wdI/AAAAAAAAA6k/jVjEtJ7PvPA/s1600-h/P1030505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32exdB7wdI/AAAAAAAAA6k/jVjEtJ7PvPA/s400/P1030505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151448121225232850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I know I look somewhat weird but it's all the pimple's fault!! It had to pop out on the eve of new year's day! Not to mention that it's huge! My mum said that I kinda look disfigured, which I like to think of as a &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;dysphemism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32dFdB7wZI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wzs5ySJiuK4/s1600-h/P1030496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32dFdB7wZI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wzs5ySJiuK4/s400/P1030496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151446265799360914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32dF9B7waI/AAAAAAAAA6M/tv-4duV66mM/s1600-h/P1030500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32dF9B7waI/AAAAAAAAA6M/tv-4duV66mM/s400/P1030500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151446274389295522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My backstage pass :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which enabled me to meet the DJs face to face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...and I'll honestly say that I wasn't excited by the prospect of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even heard of their names before prior to the Midzone contest. So what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32dGNB7wbI/AAAAAAAAA6U/w68REgjuybY/s1600-h/P1030502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32dGNB7wbI/AAAAAAAAA6U/w68REgjuybY/s400/P1030502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151446278684262834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DJ Stoneface signing a fan's jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32dGdB7wcI/AAAAAAAAA6c/thLpAVpQveE/s1600-h/P1030504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32dGdB7wcI/AAAAAAAAA6c/thLpAVpQveE/s400/P1030504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151446282979230146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's me with them. Lol, I'm as tall as DJ Terminal&lt;br /&gt;Or you can say that he's as short as I am ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After I met the DJs, Dar and I went to have our dinner at Madam Kwan before joining the celebrations at the boulevard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Dar had his favorite Nasi lemak and I ordered chicken chop, as I felt like having Western. And guess what? Halfway through the meal, I found a strand of hair in my beans! And it's short and curly. It was so disgusting! We quickly asked to speak to the manager and he offered to replace it with another plate of chicken chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I had much appetite left to eat another plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I always find hair, bugs and other unidentified objects in my food, both yucky and non-yucky. But definitely foreign objects. Just a few months back, I forgot if I had blogged about it or not, Dar found a sharp plastic thingy in his soup at TGI Friday's and prior to that, I found a fried bug in my chicken chop when we were celebrating Loke Lim's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should avoid chicken chops this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our meal, we went back down to the boulevard just in time to witness some scantily clad girls 'dancing'. But to me, it was less of dancing and more of showing off their panties. One girl even purposely hiked up her skirt, which is like 2cm in length, and continued dancing provocatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty vulgar actually. It's the type of things people expect to see in a strip club. And yes, even if they did not strip, I saw 'skin which was supposed to be covered by panties'. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short clip of the dancing, before all those acts I just mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aae79fd4b60da809" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daae79fd4b60da809%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330003288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D537D6DD91060D2BADEA39E1A0CC94F6D91A92536.34F371A56D7D37E871C8E2202433A7EF3EFA0682%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daae79fd4b60da809%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj90QniiMdnuMzsKsD85fbrCdR1Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daae79fd4b60da809%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330003288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D537D6DD91060D2BADEA39E1A0CC94F6D91A92536.34F371A56D7D37E871C8E2202433A7EF3EFA0682%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daae79fd4b60da809%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj90QniiMdnuMzsKsD85fbrCdR1Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32extB7weI/AAAAAAAAA6s/iMMwQgHqdVc/s1600-h/P1030517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32extB7weI/AAAAAAAAA6s/iMMwQgHqdVc/s400/P1030517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151448125520200162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy kept getting in my way. I wanted a picture of the tall bionic man behind him (which you guys can't really see because it's too dark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the fireworks! It was awesome! It was choreographed fireworks with music.&lt;br /&gt;The video does nothing to justify the beauty of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47fe31717e25e199" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47fe31717e25e199%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330003288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6590EA937535E9CF3750FD91973D1C01EFD8509C.10358065D4C1C8DB62B6A72F175EEEDADD57DA81%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47fe31717e25e199%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhvmfjYRN5T2htQBMcGgBMUJb2hk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47fe31717e25e199%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330003288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6590EA937535E9CF3750FD91973D1C01EFD8509C.10358065D4C1C8DB62B6A72F175EEEDADD57DA81%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47fe31717e25e199%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhvmfjYRN5T2htQBMcGgBMUJb2hk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32ex9B7wfI/AAAAAAAAA60/W29x-cNF0Z0/s1600-h/P1030527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32ex9B7wfI/AAAAAAAAA60/W29x-cNF0Z0/s400/P1030527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151448129815167474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What we looked like after the countdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32eyNB7wgI/AAAAAAAAA68/GhHe5Dpysac/s1600-h/P1030526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R32eyNB7wgI/AAAAAAAAA68/GhHe5Dpysac/s400/P1030526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151448134110134786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were dancing after the fireworks ended to the sounds of the DJ. But I was too tired to stay any longer. So we headed back home around 12.30. And again, the roads were surprisingly smooth! Too smooth to be true actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, all I could do before falling on my bed like a dead pig, was bathe and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Post Secret. I usually read through all the post cards every week, and from time to time, I would feel sad and sorry for the people who sent in their postcards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this particular one really shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/R3bx-8hM3yI/AAAAAAAAC14/Fc3H55RWnC8/s400/swan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/R3bx-8hM3yI/AAAAAAAAC14/Fc3H55RWnC8/s400/swan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-3225156406169897197?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=47fe31717e25e199&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aae79fd4b60da809&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3225156406169897197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=3225156406169897197' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3225156406169897197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3225156406169897197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post-of-2008.html' title='First post of 2008!'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/R33Q39B7whI/AAAAAAAAA7E/lDD9ohBfrsU/s72-c/P1030239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-1718244375079597107</id><published>2007-12-31T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:11:37.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superficial doodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>This is really the last post of 2007</title><content type='html'>I know I said that the previous post was going to be my last for 2007 but apparently I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because there are a multitude of reasons for me to blog. Firstly, I got tagged by Erisha and have yet to do it. Secondly, words are flowing in and out out my mind like a strong water current. And thirdly, I don't have to justify why I am blogging in my blog! It's absurd actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so first thing's first. The tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;3. Pick your month of birth (see below).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;4. Highlight the traits that apply to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a comment for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;6. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve done it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My birth month is September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;: Suave and compromising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Careful, cautious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;and organized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Quiet but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;able to talk well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Calm and cool. Kind and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;sympathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Concerned and detailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Loyal but not always honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Does work well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. Very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Good memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Clever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must control oneself when criticizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Able to motivate oneself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Fun to be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. Secretive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Loves leisure and traveling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Very choosy, especially in relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. Systematic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I even increased the font size of those which I think are very descriptive of myself)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MONTHLY FLAVORS, WHICH ARE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now that it's done, I have to say that I don't really fancy tags. Oh and I forgot, I have to tag other people. Well, just to spare you the torture, I'm not gonna tag anyone. However, if you have waxed your armpits, plucked your eyebrows and have too much time on your hands, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it's gonna be a new year soon, it's time for resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know how ridiculous resolutions are. No one actually does what is listed in their resolution list. As for me, losing weight has been a new year resolution ever since 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, there are really quite a few things on my mind which I want to realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earn more dough &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(to finance my extravagant spending)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more patient.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be less hot-tempered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog about thought-provoking issues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog about controversial issues (like having sex on the beach) (Just kidding)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say and write more witty stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And of course, lose weight!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I'll add more if I can think of any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm going to the Midzone Countdown Party tonight! I actually won the tickets. I even snagged a backstage pass to meet the DJs! Muahaha! What a lucky start! I believe that luck is on my side. I'll be an extremely lucky person in 2008, win lucky draws (I've never won one before. Not even a consolation prize), win contests, and win whatever it is that I can possibly win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it! I gotta run cause I'm late for a salon appointment! Tata peeps and 2007! I'm gonna miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-1718244375079597107?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1718244375079597107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=1718244375079597107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1718244375079597107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1718244375079597107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-really-last-post-of-2007.html' title='This is really the last post of 2007'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-5274063071046537716</id><published>2007-12-30T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T23:15:48.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superficial doodles'/><title type='text'>Last post for 2007</title><content type='html'>Caught Heroes on TV3 just now. And it totally reignited the passion I had for Heroes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the episode ended, I quickly scrambled to my computer. Cause I have the whole series in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some crappy error appeared when I tried to open it!&lt;br /&gt;It appears that I don't have a xvidcore or something like that. Must have lost it when I got the comp reformatted a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went and download this xvidcore thingy but I can't open it as well! Something like it isn't recognized shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't watch Heroes now! GRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, I'm planning to get a &lt;a href="http://www.free-bra.com/index.html"&gt;Freebra.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's an awesome awesome invention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a Freebra, I can wear any type of clothes without the horrid bra straps peeking out. Bra straps are so not sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get it! I'm planning to get it online. Just like how &lt;a href="http://www.free-bra.com/index.html"&gt;Fabsquare&lt;/a&gt; works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's kinda funny seeing your bra arrive in the mail eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the subject of bras and sexy clothes, there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; I wanna say!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, make it a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what's the problem of flaunting your assets. If you have nice legs, flaunt them!&lt;br /&gt;If you have nice cleavage, do the same, flaunt it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you wanna wait till you're old and saggy to flaunt whatever you have okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really despise those asset-less people who bitch about the more fortunate people who has assets and the confidence to flaunt them. Just because you don't have it doesn't give you the right to bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if wheelchair-bound people bitch about you because you have the ability to walk and do so in front of them? Huh? How would you feel? It's not your fault that those people have to use a wheelchair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not your fault either that some people do not have assets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asset-less people should stop being jealous and think of ways to enhance theirs, if they can. (Think plastic surgery. Not that I condone it). Before you start making plans with your plastic surgeon, take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.awfulplasticsurgery.com/"&gt;this site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then. I guess this is it. The last post for year 2007. I'll see you people next year! Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Should auld acquaintance be forgot, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; And never brought to mind? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Should auld acquaintance be forgot,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; And days of auld lang syne......*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crap, scratch that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-5274063071046537716?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5274063071046537716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=5274063071046537716' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/5274063071046537716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/5274063071046537716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-post-for-2007.html' title='Last post for 2007'/><author><name>Adrina</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-7939300181376241654</id><published>2007-12-27T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:42:00.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Christmas season flashback</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year was superb! At least for me la ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I didn't get any expensive presents. Nor did I get a visit from Santa (who does anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;But I received presents from sincere hearts and felt the love of loved ones. It beats fancy presents big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you can be sure the malls came up with impressive decors this year. It's like there's a competition over which mall has the nicest decor. I think this year The Curve's one is the best. Not that I've been to every mall, just The Curve and Mid Valley actually *paiseh*&lt;br /&gt;But considering that's the two main malls KL people go to, my judgment is  justifiable ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3Mje9B7wVI/AAAAAAAAA5k/vTG3grkOT8E/s1600-h/P1030376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3Mje9B7wVI/AAAAAAAAA5k/vTG3grkOT8E/s400/P1030376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148497813700329810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View at The Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MhaNB7wMI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Jz5mChzj10k/s1600-h/P1030378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MhaNB7wMI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Jz5mChzj10k/s400/P1030378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148495533072695490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MhadB7wNI/AAAAAAAAA4k/TMObefv4iJk/s1600-h/P1030381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MhadB7wNI/AAAAAAAAA4k/TMObefv4iJk/s400/P1030381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148495537367662802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MhatB7wOI/AAAAAAAAA4s/DK1QJeflyo8/s1600-h/P1030382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MhatB7wOI/AAAAAAAAA4s/DK1QJeflyo8/s400/P1030382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148495541662630114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was drizzling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MhatB7wPI/AAAAAAAAA40/OvDXlpkFC5U/s1600-h/P1030383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MhatB7wPI/AAAAAAAAA40/OvDXlpkFC5U/s400/P1030383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148495541662630130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's why the floor looks wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And whaddya know? Snow suddenly falls down from no where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MgUNB7wHI/AAAAAAAAA30/FEI9fNQ63tY/s1600-h/P1030391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MgUNB7wHI/AAAAAAAAA30/FEI9fNQ63tY/s400/P1030391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148494330481852530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3Mha9B7wQI/AAAAAAAAA48/84WnPaNj1ZM/s1600-h/P1030388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3Mha9B7wQI/AAAAAAAAA48/84WnPaNj1ZM/s400/P1030388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148495545957597442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow caught on a branch in Malaysia..sounds weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's foam, stupid!)&lt;br /&gt;But looks pretty real huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the closest thing to snow we can get here. Not that it's cold or anything. But it's white, fluffy, and makes little children squeal in delight. Don't think you can get anything closer than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar and I got our picture taken with a little help from a passerby ;p You know, those kind where we randomly select a trustworthy-looking fella and thrust our camera to, risking him being a bad guy and running away with it, leaving us cameraless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say, this is the umpteenth time I'm doing this and so far, no one has run away with my camera before. I dunno what I'll do if the fella actually runs away with my camera. I'll probably throw my slipper at him, miss, then curse the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first shot turned out pitched black. My bad cause I switched off the flash mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MgUdB7wII/AAAAAAAAA38/h0C5YpRTc94/s1600-h/P1030392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MgUdB7wII/AAAAAAAAA38/h0C5YpRTc94/s400/P1030392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148494334776819842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second attempt: A lala guy bumped into me =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MgUtB7wJI/AAAAAAAAA4E/x_MVJHuGksw/s1600-h/P1030393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MgUtB7wJI/AAAAAAAAA4E/x_MVJHuGksw/s400/P1030393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148494339071787154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time's the charm they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MgUtB7wKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/jmgYclS1YJM/s1600-h/P1030394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MgUtB7wKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/jmgYclS1YJM/s400/P1030394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148494339071787170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my Christmas highlights: Meeting the gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since we've met up. It's like everyone has disappeared and reappeared in time for Christmas. Many things happened in between though. One got married. A few broken off. And a few remained unchanged :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, my hairstyle changed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MlFNB7wWI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qTEGYxV7rts/s1600-h/P1030358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MlFNB7wWI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qTEGYxV7rts/s400/P1030358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148499570341953890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhore pic on the bunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went for dinner plus yamcha at Ming Tien in Taman Megah.  Jesse seemed so surprised that it was my first time there. I'm guessing that this must a real popular hangout place among PJ-ians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I'm not a PJ girl okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MjeNB7wRI/AAAAAAAAA5E/y2jzeb9IBZY/s1600-h/P1030363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MjeNB7wRI/AAAAAAAAA5E/y2jzeb9IBZY/s400/P1030363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148497800815427858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacq and I. Thanks for the present dear :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MlFdB7wXI/AAAAAAAAA50/amQCAqETX94/s1600-h/P1030360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MlFdB7wXI/AAAAAAAAA50/amQCAqETX94/s400/P1030360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148499574636921202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MjeNB7wSI/AAAAAAAAA5M/-lJWu0Z4vHI/s1600-h/P1030364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MjeNB7wSI/AAAAAAAAA5M/-lJWu0Z4vHI/s400/P1030364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148497800815427874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Aik Zhou attempting a self-shot. Turned out funny..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that Aik Zhou's REAL name is Aik Hou. He just puts the 'z' in front for fun. And it's cool apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get kinda irritated though. Dar also likes to add a 'z' to his name. Ken becomes Kenz. What's so cool about it?! Is Zadrina cool? Or maybe, Adrinaz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks, I prefer Adrina anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MjedB7wTI/AAAAAAAAA5U/KwIExeQCOgE/s1600-h/P1030365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MjedB7wTI/AAAAAAAAA5U/KwIExeQCOgE/s400/P1030365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148497805110395186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacq, Kenelm, Moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MjedB7wUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/x2CqAvYUhOE/s1600-h/P1030366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MjedB7wUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/x2CqAvYUhOE/s400/P1030366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148497805110395202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Su Anne &amp;amp; Darren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wonder what they're laughing about. Maybe it's about Jesse's hairstyle ;p Poor dude, he got laughed at the whole night because of his hairstyle. Too bad I didn't get a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so nice meeting them again. We gossiped and gossipped and gossipped the whole night. And also bitched bout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; girl. Nuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Christmassy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Here's Mid Valley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MgU9B7wLI/AAAAAAAAA4U/2DBzK2J6iQQ/s1600-h/P1030421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MgU9B7wLI/AAAAAAAAA4U/2DBzK2J6iQQ/s400/P1030421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148494343366754482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So orangey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MfGdB7wCI/AAAAAAAAA3M/LQx3hAQ3mDY/s1600-h/P1030425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MfGdB7wCI/AAAAAAAAA3M/LQx3hAQ3mDY/s400/P1030425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148492994747023394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MfGtB7wEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/JrjqnvO0r2E/s1600-h/P1030434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MfGtB7wEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/JrjqnvO0r2E/s400/P1030434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148492999041990722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's even a Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MfGdB7wDI/AAAAAAAAA3U/egd4V67Dco0/s1600-h/P1030433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MfGdB7wDI/AAAAAAAAA3U/egd4V67Dco0/s400/P1030433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148492994747023410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in the newspaper that some woman in the US groped Santa. Who would do that? Americans can be so creepy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MfGtB7wFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/LjPqljxXwrY/s1600-h/P1030435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MfGtB7wFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/LjPqljxXwrY/s400/P1030435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148492999041990738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MfG9B7wGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/fYUr82Q4ndA/s1600-h/P1030440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MfG9B7wGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/fYUr82Q4ndA/s400/P1030440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148493003336958050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dar tried to take macro shot picture. Failed big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MeF9B7v_I/AAAAAAAAA20/tdPhibnKuT8/s1600-h/P1030450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MeF9B7v_I/AAAAAAAAA20/tdPhibnKuT8/s400/P1030450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148491886645460978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas trees as backdrops. I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, like the top I'm wearing? I got it from &lt;a href="http://fabsquare.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fabsquare&lt;/a&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MeE9B7v9I/AAAAAAAAA2k/ImWdWFIUXCM/s1600-h/P1030460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MeE9B7v9I/AAAAAAAAA2k/ImWdWFIUXCM/s400/P1030460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148491869465591762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute mushrooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MeGdB7wBI/AAAAAAAAA3E/uDxwFoZgLIc/s1600-h/P1030441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MeGdB7wBI/AAAAAAAAA3E/uDxwFoZgLIc/s400/P1030441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148491895235395602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MeFdB7v-I/AAAAAAAAA2s/6RUKxm8RVQ8/s1600-h/P1030455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MeFdB7v-I/AAAAAAAAA2s/6RUKxm8RVQ8/s400/P1030455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148491878055526370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yea, these were the things that got us stares from everyone in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;We thought we'd like a little fun since it's Christmas. Ended up buying two overpriced hairbands and walked around in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden people of all ages and sizes and ethnicity were staring. In an amused way of course. Some came up to us and wished us a Merry Christmas too ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MeGNB7wAI/AAAAAAAAA28/5sBycjBwtQE/s1600-h/P1030449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3MeGNB7wAI/AAAAAAAAA28/5sBycjBwtQE/s400/P1030449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148491890940428290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A decent picture of us ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We watched Aliens vs Predator 2 on Christmas night. I would love to say it scared the shit outta me but it didn't. Because I closed my eyes during all the gory and yucky parts. But even then, the sound effect was scaring me a lil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, we've watched almost every show there is to watch now. Except for Alvin and the chipmunks. We've discovered the wonders of credit card booking! No more long queues! No more waiting! Instant access! And we get to choose the best seats as well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should've seen the crowd queuing for tickets on Christmas day. I would go crazy if I had to queue that long. If you're familiar with Mid Valley, the queue went all the way until the Mcdonald's ice cream kiosk! I've never seen the queue that long before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully, all Dar and I had to do was go to the reservation counter, and get our tickets. It took less than a minute. Cause no cash was involved in the purchase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, we went to Genting last week with the Malau gang :D It's a trip we take yearly. Will blog about it in the next post. Cause Cheryl haven't send the pictures to me yet :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I ciao, I wanna say that Faber Drive rules! They're a band stupid! The first song I heard from them is Tongue Tied and I totally fell in love with it. Then I went and download more of their songs. I love them all! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-7939300181376241654?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7939300181376241654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=7939300181376241654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7939300181376241654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7939300181376241654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-season-flashback.html' title='Christmas season flashback'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/R3Mje9B7wVI/AAAAAAAAA5k/vTG3grkOT8E/s72-c/P1030376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-7045200967225688108</id><published>2007-12-26T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:14:05.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short notes'/><title type='text'>Merry belated Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry belated Christmas everyone!! Cause I wasn't at home to blog ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a wonderful Christmas yesterday =)&lt;br /&gt;(It involves being stared by everyone young, old, fat, thin, bald and hairy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures later or another day..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Have to wake Dar up. He's still snoring away even though it's already 11 =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-7045200967225688108?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7045200967225688108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=7045200967225688108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7045200967225688108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7045200967225688108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-belated-christmas.html' title='Merry belated Christmas'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-6849625889855905547</id><published>2007-12-17T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:54:11.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Midzone Countdown 2008 Party</title><content type='html'>Christmas is near and that means the New Year is not far behind as well! Soon, it'll be time to say goodbye to 2007 and hello to 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you be celebrating the New Year?&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, where will you be on New Year's eve?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be at the Midzone Countdown party held at the Boulevard, Mid Valley City to spend the remaining minutes of 2007 and the first second of 2008. It's the biggest countdown party everyone is looking forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2329/2104400269_11265500ac_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2329/2104400269_11265500ac_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why shouldn't it be? It boasts of international DJ acts like DJ's Stoneface &amp;amp; Terminal  from Euphonic, Germany, DJ Matthew White from Hungary, and VJ SORT from Kagawa, Japan. And the highlight of it all (at least for me..) is.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;the choreographed fireworks and dance show!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously because I love choreographed fireworks and dancing, but now...two of my favorite things are being paired together! How can I miss this?! And how can I stand not going?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must go! Must go! Must go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to grab hold of some free tickets to save my pockets from burnt holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to do it, you ask? Easy! By blogging my way to free tickets (hopefully &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;of course) and depending on the generosity of those who has free tickets to give away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers like &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com/"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.kimberlycun.com/"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jenifur84.diaryland.com/071215_66.html"&gt;Jenifer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thaiboxingirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/free-tickets-and-one-backstage-pass-to.html"&gt;Thai Boxing Girl&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/aNgeLic_keLz/631821714/item.html"&gt;Kellster&lt;/a&gt; are giving out free tickets to the event! That's all I know of. There might be more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details of the event are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="written"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Venue: The Boulevard, Mid Valley City&lt;p&gt;Date: 31st December 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gates Open: 7.00pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Party Time: 9.00pm onwards&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DJs Line-up :: DJ Stoneface &amp;amp; Terminal (Euphonic Germany) , DJ Matthew White (Hungary), VJ SORT (Kagawa, Japan)&lt;/p&gt;Tickets :: www.ticketpro.com.my / 03 – 7880 7999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, big bummer to those of you under 18, you can't go! Cause it's only for the 18 years and above! Like me! Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so evil. But no worries, you can do it to the under-18s once you're above 18 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me free tickets!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can come to you, Midzone Countdown!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2233/2109156864_5d69573d6e.jpg" alt="MidZone Countdown 2008." /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're going too, see ya there! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kennysia.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-6849625889855905547?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6849625889855905547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=6849625889855905547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6849625889855905547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6849625889855905547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/midzone-countdown-2008-party.html' title='Midzone Countdown 2008 Party'/><author><name>Adrina</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2329/2104400269_11265500ac_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-1550636394222138307</id><published>2007-12-16T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:39:59.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short notes'/><title type='text'>Totally random...</title><content type='html'>Feeling bloody nervous right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it. I know it means the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the random thoughts up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hubby. I miss you!!! I want hugs and kisses now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you miss someone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-1550636394222138307?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1550636394222138307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=1550636394222138307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1550636394222138307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1550636394222138307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/totally-random.html' title='Totally random...'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-5553198463563569663</id><published>2007-12-15T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:08:01.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>Hair, again...</title><content type='html'>If you're already tired of reading about my hair, I suggest you go and read The Stars' sports section instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sports section you ask? Well, if you're a guy, I assume you would be interested in sports, at least a bit. Otherwise you might be gay on the inside. And if you're a girl, you would most definitely be interested with what I have to say about my hair. This is due to the females' innate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 gua&lt;/span&gt; ability. Also, if you do happen to be gay, you would be interested with my hair stories! Not that sure about lesbians though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My hair looks even worse now than in the pictures you saw previously. It's beyond the realms of fuglyness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am officially going to chop off all my locks!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing goes wrong, by the start of next week you'll see me with a bald head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, how can I stand being bald?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm definitely chopping at least 3 quarters of my hair length off. *Sobs* Haven't had such short hair since 10 years ago =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've realized that a hairstyle has a lot to say about a person. At least to me it does. With this curly auntie hairstyle, I feel as attractive as an uneducated housewife aka Ah Sou. Yesterday I went to 1U with Dar, I felt like no one was checking me out anymore! I don't want to sound like I'm full of myself but there would definitely be people who check me out every time. God knows if they're checking out my boobs or what but the point is, I always get checked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday with my ugly hair style, no one looked at me! No one at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all humans have an attractive score which flashes on their foreheads, I would have a score of negative 8. I feel like a piece of char siew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only that the char siew is tasty, unlike me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-5553198463563569663?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5553198463563569663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=5553198463563569663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/5553198463563569663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/5553198463563569663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/hair-again.html' title='Hair, again...'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-4763519161669570021</id><published>2007-12-13T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:42:00.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>So sad...</title><content type='html'>I'm sooooo disappointed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and perm my hair yesterday. This time, it's permanent!! As indicated in its name (perm = permanent; geddit?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specifically told the hairdresser I want big curls! And she said okay after repeating my order. There was a girl who was working in the salon who has permed hair as well so I asked whether my hair would be as curly as hers or not. The hairdresser said no. It won't! My curls will be bigger than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fine. Armed with the delusion that I would have big curls, I let her do her thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How delirious I was!! I should know that salons who charges so kukubirdingly cheap cannot be trusted! (I don't wish to use the four letter word so whenever I feel like saying f***, I will replace it with kukubird!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curls are so small! It's like those auntie-ish maggie mee curls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my hair looks so ugly! It's true! It's the ugliest it has ever been!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really look like an auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was making a big fuss at the salon after the whole perming thing and the hairdresser who was worried I would come back tomorrow and splash red paint on her shop kept on telling me that it'll look natural over time. She said by Chinese New Year my hair would look gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR!!! &lt;/span&gt;It's a kukubirding 2 months away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me!! Tell me how can I live with ugly hair for 2 kukubird months!! I can't even stand one day of having ugly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep yesterday night. Because I can't stop thinking about my ugliness! When I finally fell asleep, I woke up at 4 in the morning thinking about my hair again! So what now? I'm having insomnia??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid 100 bucks to get insomnia?! (Technically, Dar paid but still??!) That must be the stupidest thing a consumer has ever bought!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't get depression or a bipolar disorder from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 bucks can't possibly buy so many disorders right? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess you might wanna see the worst hairstyle in the world right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you go..promise me you won't puke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*still scrolling? I guess you wanna see it really bad huh?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R2CyHhNMCYI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kx1VQ0u2u5c/s1600-h/P1030184b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R2CyHhNMCYI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kx1VQ0u2u5c/s400/P1030184b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143306616699619714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forced myself to smile so I won't look too ugly =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R2CyIBNMCZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ppcS3lR7718/s1600-h/P1030185b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R2CyIBNMCZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ppcS3lR7718/s400/P1030185b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143306625289554322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auntie hair =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really don't know what to do know. Made my darling feel really bad as well. Cuz he hates to see me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Poor darling accompanied me throughout the night when I couldn't sleep. I was sulking and complaining bout my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't wear a fake smile for two whole months right? It's different when I have to fake a 2-second smile for the camera, and a different thing to act like I'm happy with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it!! I'm sorry to say this to you hair but I really hate the way you look right now =(&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/5540673155471252147-4763519161669570021?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4763519161669570021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=4763519161669570021' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4763519161669570021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4763519161669570021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-sad.html' title='So sad...'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/R2CyHhNMCYI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kx1VQ0u2u5c/s72-c/P1030184b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-2792960439303193548</id><published>2007-12-12T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T20:18:30.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>The sad facts of life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder, why do people care so much about what others think of them? Whether conscious or unconsciously, most of us do the things we do to please others. You name it, parents, friends, siblings, teachers, neighbors, acquaintances, and even on-lookers, people who are not part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. We strive to do well in our studies, for some, to be good looking, for others, to have a great career. We all want to be successful, yes. And many would argue that to be successful, they would be happy. But is it really true? Does success equates happiness? Or is it the admiring gaze and praises that we get from the people around us? We are so happy when an auntie laments that she hopes her son/daughter can be as smart/successful/pretty/handsome as us. We do huh? Don't bother to refute me. I know I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sad reality is, not all people will like us. Some will dislike us, some will despise us, and some will hate us. Some will purposely say hurtful things behind our back to bring us down. They get the kick from tarnishing a person's image. If you're lucky, people might not believe them because they know the true you. If you're unlucky, people might get poisoned from those words and think badly of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When those hurtful words get back to you, it shakes you from the inside out. All that you've worked hard to be, was futile. You feel as if no one likes you. As stupid as it may sound, one single nasty comment can shatter your entire existence and what you've always believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has that moment of vulnerability. As much as we like to tell ourselves that we're strong and we don't need anyone else's approval, we're wrong. We all want to be liked by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to be like someone else? Someone whom you think garners the respect and approval from everyone. Did you? During secondary school? Remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that most of us have questioned ourselves. Why is it that others do not like us as much as they like our friend? Why do we feel like we always have to try so hard to get them to notice us?We just want to be liked the way we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so do I. Even after secondary school, the struggle is still ongoing. The fight has not ended. And sadly, it won't be until the day we lay our last steps on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-2792960439303193548?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2792960439303193548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=2792960439303193548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2792960439303193548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2792960439303193548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/sad-facts-of-life.html' title='The sad facts of life'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-8861290301702543875</id><published>2007-12-10T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:25:41.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>One last paper tomorrow and my holiday officially begins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it won't be a long one though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be studying now. Still have around 60 pages of Schizophrenia, Disasociative Identity Disorder, Antisocial Personality Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, and the treatments of all those disorders to cramp into this tiny brain of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But it's no use having bigger brains, it'll only make my head appear bigger =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what am I doing now? Surfing the web, playing Neopets, and attacking vampires and werewolves in Facebook. Yay for me! I wonder how I would fare in tomorrow's paper. Somehow, it'll always work out in the end. Somehow, I would always know how to answer the questions. Somehow, my puny little brain manages to amaze me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today right, I talked to my darling about my ambitions. I told him I aspire to be in real estate. I wanna sell houses! Not just any house. But big and expensive houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this: If I sell a house for half a million bucks, assuming that it's a semi-detached house, and get a 2% commission for it, I would make 10 grand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm hardworking enough and sell 3 or maybe even 5 houses a month, I would make 30 to 50 grand a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the Chinese would say, I wouldn't have to worry even if I break my legs for the next few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now, since I'm in Mass Comm, I would have to work hard to get to know more famous and rich people. Build networks! Create future business opportunities! Nurture professional relationships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later (at a major event @ party @ gala dinner):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Rich Tai-tai (SRT) : Hi darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: Oh hi *insert name of SRT*! My, you look resplendent tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SRT: Thanks darling, so do you, so do you *beams* So what have you been up to lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: Oh you know, same old same old stuff. Work, work and work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SRT: Oh, speaking of work, my nephew is looking for a bungalow near Golden Valley. I gave him your contact number. He'll call you anytime this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: A bungalow? I have the perfect unit for him! It's situated up on the hill and overlooks the whole of Golden Valley city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SRT: Really?! You must show it to me. I'm interested to invest in such good potential homes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: No problemo, anytime, anytime... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*End of scene*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That would be how I imagined my life as a real estate agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Dar said it would be hard work bla bla bla..totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poured cold water &lt;/span&gt;on my plans :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I can't handle hard work! My brain just haven't reach its full potential yet! When it does, it will have enough energy to heat an entire cup of coffee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know it takes 8 years, 7 months and 6 days  of continuous shouting to produce enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now see how powerful my brain can get?? If you upset me, my brain power would make you cower for safety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of ramblings! The Psychology stuff made me a little cuckoo I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a holiday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to sum the whole blog post up, (as nonsensical and illogical as it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE EXAMS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-8861290301702543875?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8861290301702543875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=8861290301702543875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8861290301702543875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8861290301702543875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-487052656789521034</id><published>2007-12-02T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:23:28.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short notes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*ROARRRRRRRR!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel so helpless! I can't finish my lab report! I have no idea about what I can write some more :( How I wish that I can go to sleep and wake up to find that it is complete. AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I'm going crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mention the word Loftus or Palmer one more time and I'm going to punch you in the face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-487052656789521034?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/487052656789521034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=487052656789521034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/487052656789521034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/487052656789521034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/roarrrrrrrr-i-feel-so-helpless-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-5065200486459549832</id><published>2007-12-01T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:30:21.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>ROARRR!!!</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again! Nope, I don't mean Christmas, but if you thought I was talking about Christmas, you're not entirely wrong as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually talking about my parents going on vacation again. Every end of the year they would leave us (me and my smelly brother) at home and fly miles away to some country which I've never been before. Last year, it was Japan. They didn't bring their offsprings along because Japan is pricey! That, I understand very well. This year, they're going to Taiwan! And they wanted to bring me along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the superior being who is controlling us all (I don't believe in God) is trying to make life hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finals are falling on the exact day they would be going on vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bummer huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I couldn't go. And that's, again, understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but BUT!!! My smelly brother can go and he does not want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me! Tell me how unfair this world is! Someone who wants to go cannot go, and the other who does not have the slightest interest in going gets to go, and refuses to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum stuck a note on the refrigerator. On that note, it specifies all the duties that my brother and I have to do while they are away. And what do you know? Smelly runs away to our uncle's house, leaving me with my household chores and also &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his household chores!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How's that for a brother?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worst of all, are all the assignments that I have to finish! I'm taking psychology subjects this semester and it's so far been the stupidest decision I have ever made in my life! Besides the time when I went and tell my teacher that my dog ate my homework. (That really happened okay! Both me telling the teacher, and my dog eating the homework)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I wish I can fast forward my life to 2 weeks later. It'll be vacation time for me then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! Anyway, gotta run. I still have to finish the stupid lab report :( :(&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-5065200486459549832?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5065200486459549832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=5065200486459549832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/5065200486459549832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/5065200486459549832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/roarrr.html' title='ROARRR!!!'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-8937052364415408598</id><published>2007-11-25T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:42:01.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superficial doodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Ear piercing</title><content type='html'>On the way to college one fine morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Do I look pretty? *bats eyelids*&lt;br /&gt;Dar: Your face is pretty but your hair is a bit messy...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya meh?&lt;br /&gt;Dar: Ya..got a lot of baby hair jutting out at the top...&lt;br /&gt;    It's time for you to wash your hair...&lt;br /&gt;Me: @.@ But I just washed it only....&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Za dou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I brought Dar to pierce his ear the other day. Poor fella was so nervous. It's as if I was asking him to bungee jump from the top of KL tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to drag him into Poh Kong to do it. That's how afraid he was. Just kidding. Dar wasn't thaaat scared la ;p Although I have to pay to get him do it ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a video of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XEn9HFtD2GU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XEn9HFtD2GU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time embedding a video in my blog. Dunno if it will work. Though I hope it will.&lt;br /&gt;(The evil sounding laughter isn't mine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some advice on ear piercing.. I figured I'm qualified enough since I've had my ears pierced for 6 times. But nope, I don't have 12 holes, just 7 :D There's a story behind it but I don't feel like typing..lazy la.. I'll just get on with the advice now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number One: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go to respectable ear piercing centres like Poh Kong to pierce your ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I once had my ear pierced by someone managing a stall in a shopping complex and my ear ended up swollen and infected. Had to wait for the hole to close and then repierce it again. Double the money and double the pain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number Two: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Always make a big fuss about how afraid you are of the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This will prompt the piercer to spray more cooling thingy on your earlobes. Thus, you might not even feel any pain! Cause most piercers are somewhat stingy when it comes to the spray and I dunno why..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number Three: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When the piercer tells you that you can take off the earring within one week, don't believe her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The duration for someone to remove the earring differs in every person. Remove it too early and your ear will bleed, the hole will close, and you will have to repierce it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number Four: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Always rub oil in the hole. (Sounds wrong..but you get what I mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Use those chinese medicated oil called "cheng chou yao", literally translated as 'green grass oil", and rub it in the pierced hole. It will soothe and make your ear heal faster.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number Five: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After a few days, try moving the earring in a circular motion in the pierced hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not very sure bout this, but according to my mum, if you don't move it, the earring might be attached to your skin during the healing process and it will stick there forever! *gasp* So I just do it cause of this "tradition")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! Follow these 5 important advices and you will have zero problem and zero pain! No need to thank me *muahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always surprised when people say that piercing the ears is a big matter. To me, it's not even something I would mention. And people seem so proud of themselves after they did it. I guess it's because I've had it done so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who haven't done it before, it's a big thing I suppose. Like your daughter getting married. Or you getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I always thought that a nose bleed is a very common thing and that everyone would have experienced it. But to my utter surprise, my mum and dad never had a bleeding nose in their entire lifetime! So that's because my nose bled for so many thousand times that I think it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. It's a medical condition I had when I was in primary school. My old friends would know what I'm saying. Not that you guys are old k.. old as in "we've been friends for so many years" kinda old :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm gonna talk about my hair again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I hearing 'oh no's and 'not again's??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine! You don't have to read on if you don't want to! *hmmpf!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the salon for my hair treatment session that day. And I had the hairdresser curl it for me once again :D This is the hairdresser who knows my mum by the way. It's been quite some time since I visited this salon. And it's only less than 5 minutes away from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me why I didn't come for such a long time and I felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pai seh &lt;/span&gt;to tell her I've been visiting another salon. Then I asked her about the rates for perming and guess what? It's super cheap to do it here! It's only 80 bucks! Plus 30 bucks for straightening the fringe and another 100 to highlight the hair. The total is only roughly around 200 bucks. The other salon I always go to charges 400 bucks for the exact service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have to admit that the more expensive one offers better service and after service. But still, it's a 200 bucks difference! I can go to TGIF for a meal or use it to buy more clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dar is paying so I'm sayang-ing his wallet for him :D I'll do it at the cheaper salon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of me and my curly hair :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R0jTMYA_pmI/AAAAAAAAA10/_JSicgYJeoI/s1600-h/DSC01593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R0jTMYA_pmI/AAAAAAAAA10/_JSicgYJeoI/s400/DSC01593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136587584574563938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R0jTM4A_pnI/AAAAAAAAA18/m8zArxUXY_k/s1600-h/DSC01599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R0jTM4A_pnI/AAAAAAAAA18/m8zArxUXY_k/s400/DSC01599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136587593164498546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R0jTNIA_poI/AAAAAAAAA2E/mK-YnYWdUPk/s1600-h/DSC01601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R0jTNIA_poI/AAAAAAAAA2E/mK-YnYWdUPk/s400/DSC01601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136587597459465858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this pic the most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R0jTNoA_ppI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Zjw7EqoNVTk/s1600-h/DSC01603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/R0jTNoA_ppI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Zjw7EqoNVTk/s400/DSC01603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136587606049400466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha! Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-8937052364415408598?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8937052364415408598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=8937052364415408598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8937052364415408598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8937052364415408598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/ear-piercing.html' title='Ear piercing'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/R0jTMYA_pmI/AAAAAAAAA10/_JSicgYJeoI/s72-c/DSC01593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-6296814909311184596</id><published>2007-11-21T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:41:26.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short notes'/><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Muahahah!! Another kg lost! Which brings the total to 2.5kgs! I'm a happy happy girl :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-6296814909311184596?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6296814909311184596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=6296814909311184596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6296814909311184596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6296814909311184596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-6196059726754849031</id><published>2007-11-18T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:42:02.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Of curls and weight loss</title><content type='html'>It's time for a change! I've had straight hair for as long as I can remember. Well, not really, I meant I've had my hair straightened for as long as I can remember! And now, I wanna do something different with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I cannot leave it alone. My original hair, meaning hair that grows out from my scalp , is frizzy beyond the realms of frizziness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what else can I do with it besides having it straightened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perm it of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the catch here is that I've never had curly hair before so I don't really know if it'll suit me or not. People say that curly hair makes a person look older, which I certainly do not want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought about cutting it short, since it'll make me look younger. I like the Victoria Beckham style, but due to the fact that almost everyone is sporting it right now, I do not want to jump on the bandwagon. I don't want to look like their clones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid a visit to the salon and told them to curl my hair. Ended up spending 36 bucks for a temporary curl, which is pretty expensive. But I don't really mind cause I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my hair was freshly curled, I looked a bit weird (in my opinion la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5dk4A_peI/AAAAAAAAA00/b3PXakTr9Xw/s1600-h/DSC01552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5dk4A_peI/AAAAAAAAA00/b3PXakTr9Xw/s400/DSC01552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133643513342174690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5dlYA_pfI/AAAAAAAAA08/JTdP6BcNalQ/s1600-h/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5dlYA_pfI/AAAAAAAAA08/JTdP6BcNalQ/s400/DSC01553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133643521932109298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I kept on camwhoring in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5dloA_pgI/AAAAAAAAA1E/IxL24jitoL0/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5dloA_pgI/AAAAAAAAA1E/IxL24jitoL0/s400/DSC01567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133643526227076610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My fringe was pulled back with some pins cause the hairstylist said it would make my face appear longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hairstylist says it would look really natural the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed it is! I woke up the next day to nice natural-looking bouncy curls. I love them so much!! But the hairstylist said such an effect cannot be achieved through permanent perm :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5dl4A_phI/AAAAAAAAA1M/hMuAEtX3xEg/s1600-h/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5dl4A_phI/AAAAAAAAA1M/hMuAEtX3xEg/s400/DSC01562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133643530522043922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dar is jealous because he doesn't have nice curls like mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5dmYA_piI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Aass_H5k7ZM/s1600-h/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5dmYA_piI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Aass_H5k7ZM/s400/DSC01563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133643539111978530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ceh..very clever meh? If I perm my hair it will look even better!" he says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I kept telling WK how nice my curls are and she told me to go and get permanent ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I am going to! I just gotta figure out which type I want. It's so hard to choose la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a91/mommadrama/December06/Hayden3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a91/mommadrama/December06/Hayden3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My hair looked like this the morning after. It's straight again now :( I miss you, curly hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.e-wig.info/images/extensions/mini_clip_curls.jpg" src="http://www.e-wig.info/images/extensions/mini_clip_curls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want something like this! Since the previous hairstyle can't be achieved through permanent perm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.curly-hair-styles-magazine.com/images/wavy-hair-styles-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.curly-hair-styles-magazine.com/images/wavy-hair-styles-09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want this too! I wonder if permanent perm can create this or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I want I want I want I want!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and my diet plan is working out fine as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started on Monday and so far, I've lost 1.5kgs :) But my prior experience in dieting tells me that the weight loss won't be so smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously when I was on a successful diet (which was few years back), I lost weight considerably fast during the beginning but gradually it became slower and slower. If it took me 1 week to lose 2kgs during the start, it took me 3 weeks to lose the same amount after quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to limit my food intake now. I've been surviving on fruits for lunch and a normal meal for dinner for the past 2 days. Mum says that I should have fruits for dinner and a normal meal for lunch. But I have a craving for nicer food during night time. I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I am losing weight and that's what matters! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me you old-clothes-that-I-can't-fit-into-for-now! I'm gonna put you on again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a picture of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I like this pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5fdoA_pkI/AAAAAAAAA1k/kYzmSU_U9ys/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5fdoA_pkI/AAAAAAAAA1k/kYzmSU_U9ys/s400/DSC01389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133645587811378754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muaxxx I love you :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5dmYA_piI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Aass_H5k7ZM/s1600-h/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-6196059726754849031?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6196059726754849031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=6196059726754849031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6196059726754849031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6196059726754849031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/of-curls-and-weight-loss.html' title='Of curls and weight loss'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rz5dk4A_peI/AAAAAAAAA00/b3PXakTr9Xw/s72-c/DSC01552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-5153052064918523615</id><published>2007-11-12T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:49:31.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can write intellectually too'/><title type='text'>Future thoughts</title><content type='html'>While munching on our lunch today, WK, FY and I talked about what we wanted in life. Well, not so much about families, babies and stuff, but more about our studies and future career. WK wanted and still wants to be a housewife, but one who is able to support herself and leave a little bit of allowance for her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, a bit contradicting. Unless, she is a working housewife, she cannot possibly earn money to support herself. And if she works to earn money, then technically she is not a housewife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clarify, a housewife to me, is somebody who stays at home and tends to her children and cleans the house. Anyway, I suppose what WK wanted to say is that she'll work and when she gets married, stop working to become a housewife..hehe. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FY, on the other hand, wants to have her own business. She does not want to depend on anyone for a living. So she is actually kinda worried now because our department seems to take no interest in whether we learn anything or not from the lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on and on and on, and I realize that it's very easy to talk about something but hard when we have to do something about it. I really wonder whether I can find a job or not. Because currently, I have absolutely no idea about what I'm studying. Will I learn what I need to know for my future job in college? If no, where will I learn it from? Or if I already know how to do it, why am I in college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This college thing is such a big conspiracy to cheat our money. Of course, not all colleges and departments are the same. A different department in my college has dedicated lecturers who are a world of difference from the lecturers in my department. I know because I'm taking some electives offered by that department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, what if I end up as an unemployed graduate? No, don't ask me to count on my future husband or any other men. Firstly, I don't even know who my future husband is. Secondly, I don't know if there is a future husband in my life. And thirdly, so far, I have learned that men can't be counted upon 100%. Yes, there are good guys out there but you can never tell the good ones apart from the bad ones. The one whom you perceive as the good one might actually be a bad one in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you manage to snag a good guy, there is no guarantee that the relationship can last forever. Not even marriage can guarantee that. A divorce procedure is so common now that no one looks down on you anymore if you're a divorcee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I (and also other girls who are in a similar situation) is to do??! I seriously do not know :( I hope I will manage to get a job somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*keeping my fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-5153052064918523615?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5153052064918523615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=5153052064918523615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/5153052064918523615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/5153052064918523615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/future-thoughts.html' title='Future thoughts'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-429911803527081840</id><published>2007-10-31T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:25:38.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superficial doodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>Diet!!!</title><content type='html'>I just recently got my computer back. I wrote the previous post with my Dar's computer actually. So you can be sure that my comp has been down for a very long time. Dar tried to fix it for me so we don't have to waste some 50 bucks just to get it reformatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all went wrong! After the DIY reformatting, everything was weird! Just really weird! I couldn't get the optimum screen resolution (my moniter is 17 inches), the adapter of my modem failed to function and loads more! In the end, had to bring it to the computer shop also :( And kena cekik 80 freaking bucks! Pfff! Computer shops really cut our throats (cutthroat, geddit?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! Anyway, I lost the blogging bug. I got my computer back and I've been concentrating on this other blog. If any of you remember me saying that I have something big going on, this is it. It's not really something big per se, but it's big in some sense to me.  It's almost done now (when I say almost, I mean around 95%. It's really 'almost' ok!). But not quite done yet la. Will be officially done before this weekend looms in. And I will be posting the link here. Must support ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing topic, I need to go on a diet! I know I've said this many many times without actually doing something, but this time I really have to! I feel like 2 elephants! Yep, 2 elephants conjoined! I'm searching for some reliable diet tips but the most productive ones are crash diets! Stuff like eating only one meal a day, or taking liquid food only, or even eating only 3 apples a day. Diets like these can't be maintained long term-wise. I need something that is efficient, fast, and healthy! I wanan lose 15kgs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe 15 is too much, but at least 10! On one crash diet, I think the apple one, it is reported that people on it can lose 5kgs in a week! That means in 2 weeks I can reach my goal! What a dream come true eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no! I know I can't presevere on that diet. It's too extreme. I don't have to start on it to know that I will give up within 2 days on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH!!! Why do we have to be thin to look fabulous??!!! I know that many people now are saying that we don't have to be thin to be beautiful, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, big is beautiful and all loads of shit. Like I said, it's all shit! How many of you actually think that some fat girl can look beautiful? I'm not saying chubby fat kinda fat, but fat fat, you know? A fat woman just won't look gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I hope my diet mission will work out. I'm tired of looking like a cow and feeling like 2 elephants anymore. So, good luck to me.. Cause I need all the luck I can get :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-429911803527081840?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/429911803527081840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=429911803527081840' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/429911803527081840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/429911803527081840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/diet.html' title='Diet!!!'/><author><name>Adrina</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-8318120942909689749</id><published>2007-10-18T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:29:50.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><title type='text'>Rambling post</title><content type='html'>I have a perfectly good reason for not updating my blog this time. My stupid computer crashed on me! Every single time when my holidays are starting my computer would do this to me! But actually I can't blame my computer 100% this time. It's 99% my brother's fault and 1% of the computer's. My stupid brother always download games-related files containing VIRUSES onto our computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know of the existence of anti-virus!! Either that or he is too lazy and ignorant to do a scanning test before he opens anything which he had downloaded from the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who does that! Especially when he/she is using the same computer as I am using. I wouldn't mind that much if that particular person is a noob and totally computer illiterate but my brother is a regular user of computers! And it's not like my computer haven't got any viruses before. It has been plagued by viruses since the beginning of time. I was a noob too last time but at least I learn from my mistakes. But he doesn't!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! I hate stupid younger brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now resolving not to give birth to any stupid younger brothers next time! If I am giving birth to a boy, let him be the eldest one. I am not going to submit any eldest daughter of mine to the tortures of idiotic and annoying little brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about giving birth, I saw an advertisement for a program about giving birth naturally; that is, a water-birth. I think that it's super cool. I'm going to do that next time. The first thing my baby touches when he comes into this world will be water! Then he can brag to his friends about how his mother gave birth to him in the bathtub. Cool huh? Kinda makes me wish that I was born in a bathtub too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's stop talking about giving birth and back to the computers. I think computers are essential to almost everyone now. Imagine waking up one day and there are actually no computers. They don't exist. They never existed. You only dreamed of them in your dreams. And you can't invent a computer out of thin air because (like me) you don't know how to. And even if you do, there is no internet. What's the point of having a computer if you can't access the internet? No Facebook, no blogger, no entertainment gossip blogs, no MSN, no nothing. That would suck huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking about Facebook, are you addicted to it yet? I bet you are! Who wouldn't be? It's just like Friendster, only 3000% cooler! If you don't know what's Facebook you shouldn't be reading this now. You should go back to your mummy and cry for milk. Bah I'm so mean *in a bimbotic voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm rambling a lot today. But Wai Kuan told me to update my blog and there is nothing much for me to write about. I can only ramble. And I think I do it quite well. At least my ramblings kept you reading right? Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am stopping now. Bye bye! Go hunt for other blogs to read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-8318120942909689749?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8318120942909689749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=8318120942909689749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8318120942909689749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/8318120942909689749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-perfectly-good-reason-for-not.html' title='Rambling post'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-1436403138751147891</id><published>2007-10-11T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:21:10.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can write intellectually too'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>Ughh, emo-ness.</title><content type='html'>Phew! At last, "Everything is over!" (in a good way). I wrote that in quotation form because, well, I am quoting myself. Lame, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so busy for the past two weeks took its toll on me. It's kinda weird actually, to be so busy but yet thinking about so many other unrelated things. People have this misconception that when someone is busy, he or she wouldn't have time to think about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're WRONG! I had loads on my mind even when there were so many things for me to do. And then, the fateful event happened, unsurprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had what people would call a mental breakdown. Rage just took over my mind and body, and before I knew what was happening, I flew into a full blown hysteric rage. I was grabbing and throwing everything I could get my hands on. I was screaming like I never did for years at the top of my voice. My lungs hurt but I still screamed. I felt so weak but so strong at the same time. It's a weird feeling, it's hard to explain. Those of you who went through a hysteric rage like me would know. And the worst thing was, I wasn't alone at that time. Dar was in the room with me. And you guessed it, I shouted at him too. *Sorry dear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must've looked like an evil witch who just lost a great battle. If it was in a movie, black and red smoke would be the perfect props for the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst thing of it all wasn't the rage. Nor was it the outburst of negative feelings. It was all the bad memories that came flooding through my mind. I felt as though I was transported back into the days of schooling once again. You see, my schooling days weren't as great as people might think it is. Heck, it's not even the least bit bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being depressed most of the time because of friends' problem back in school. School years (which was when I was 7 to 16 years old) consisted of all that; problems one after another. It's not that I have a lot of friends. But that's what caused me to be depressive in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had many friends. I started becoming close to the friends I have now in secondary school. My primary school days were torturous for me. Somehow, nobody really liked me. Not the teachers, not what I called 'my friends' back then, nobody. I remembered I tried very hard to make friends with the other kids in my class on the first day of primary 1. But no one was keen to be my friend. I looked around and saw most of the kids chatting with each other; they all found friends that they wanna go around with in school. I was this fat kid who was kind of the odd one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember all those first days in school when we moved to another standard. I would be very hyped up about returning to school in the morning, but at the end of the day, I was depressed once again. The timetable of the first day of the new schooling year would always consist of finding a partner to sit with for the rest of the year. In some cases, the teacher would pair us up. But during those years that we had the freedom to choose our own friends to sit with, I was, sadly, always the one who ended up with no one to sit with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during my 3 year in primary school, I remember my parents wanting to throw a birthday party for me. They told me to invite all my friends. But they didn't know that I have a very limited number of friends. I remember I was on the verge of begging people to come to my birthday party. It's pretty traumatic you know. Imagine a nine year old kid having a birthday party with no one attending it. I was worried, not happy because of the party. Thankfully, a few came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was always this fat kid who was pretty odd. Mmm, maybe not that fat but certainly on the plump side. It showed on the outside too. I think if I felt confident or acted confident, others would notice and I would have more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the hardest incident to forget was when I was in standard 3. I had two friends back then in class. Yup, only two. One of them told me that I must treat the both of them very nice or else they wouldn't be my friend. Of course I heeded it, otherwise I would have had no friends at all. I felt as if I had to try so hard just so that others would be willing to be my friend. And not a sincere one at that. But I couldn't care much back then. All I cared was not to be alone all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know, I was never a popular kid in school. Even in secondary school I had problems to struggle with. Of course it was no longer about trying to be friends with others. But I still felt that no one sincerely liked me. I was still fat, still ugly. I really envied all the pretty and popular girls in school. I really wanted to be like them. But the more I wanted it, the more bitter I became.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned slightly anorexic when I was 14. It was all because I tried so hard to turn into someone whom I think would be better accepted and liked by others. I thought that by being thin, I could fit in better. At 164 centimeters in height, I was really underweight. To the extend that others started nicknaming me 'Stick' and 'Bones'. Luckily I grew out of it without any serious complications. The only side effect from that was the stop of my menstruation for a whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, things changed from the time I was 16. We were all reaching the threshold of puberty then (well, most of us), and things really took a turn for the better. I started getting noticed by the opposite sex. It was pretty surreal back then, when there finally was someone courting me. It's funny I know, but I was really elated even though I don't like the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things continued to get better and better after that. I felt as if I turned into a swan from an ugly duckling. Not a very beautiful swan, but still a swan. Not a duck :) By the time I entered college, I felt confident enough on my own. For once, I felt attractive. And it was (and is still) great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the past 2 weeks of pure stress were able to squeeze all the unpleasantness out of me all over again. It sucks to feel depressed. It feels like everything is crumbling down and I'm helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shudder to think of having to go through all the uneasiness of the yesteryears all over again. And now that it's over, it's all history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized I shared things that are really private in this post today. I have never told anyone about it till now, in this blog. It feels good somehow, to be able to express it. Anyway, no matter how life turns out to be, we still have to live it. But oh life, please don't throw me lemons. I'm not good at making lemonades!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-1436403138751147891?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1436403138751147891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=1436403138751147891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1436403138751147891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1436403138751147891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/ughh-emo-ness.html' title='Ughh, emo-ness.'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-5953682084148575271</id><published>2007-10-10T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:44:44.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short notes'/><title type='text'>Hectic days</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't update the blog for a very long time. That's because I am very very very very super busy!!! The past two weeks has been like hell. All the assignments and mid term exams arrive back to back. Everyone was going crazy. Including me. So..bah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna blog much now. Just gonna update a lil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything (assignments + mid term) is going to be over by tomorrow. Only thing is, I need to survive tonight. I know I'll make it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I'm free I'll update on what I've been up to lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..hehe..something exciting is in the making :D I can't wait for it to happen! You'll see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! That's all for now. Ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Oh yea..my camera broke down. It sucks! But I have another one :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-5953682084148575271?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5953682084148575271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=5953682084148575271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/5953682084148575271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/5953682084148575271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/hectic-days.html' title='Hectic days'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-491277737895435871</id><published>2007-09-30T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:42:05.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ooo La la..... Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Sushi Scare...</title><content type='html'>I'm actually taking time out from preparing my speech outline to blog. I can't stand doing assignments anymore! Since I don't have a Kit Kat (Have a break, have a Kit Kat. Get it?), blogging is my way of getting a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9VM4CgQ-I/AAAAAAAAAys/-RpfCLycmjk/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9VM4CgQ-I/AAAAAAAAAys/-RpfCLycmjk/s400/DSC01309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115901381405852642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fui Yee sleeps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9XDYCgQ_I/AAAAAAAAAy0/8hQsB2tB28k/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9XDYCgQ_I/AAAAAAAAAy0/8hQsB2tB28k/s400/DSC01310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115903417220350962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Wai Kuan smses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9XDoCgRAI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ulni0b8lAKE/s1600-h/DSC01312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9XDoCgRAI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ulni0b8lAKE/s400/DSC01312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115903421515318274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....and I camwhore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we do in between breaks :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue:    Sushi King, 1 Utama, Old Wing.&lt;br /&gt;Time:       9.00pm, 29th September 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Event:      September's funniest event in the life of Adrina Choy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to the information above, the funniest thing happened yesterday night. It was supposed to be a normal dinner+movie outing for Dar and I. But because of my stupidity and ignorance, we had to pay double the amount for our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was craving for sushi so we went to Sushi King. I did the ordering because I am the boss! Lol, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was ordering, I told the waiter that I wanted 2 of each sushi I ordered. I thought it meant 2 pieces of sushi. But it actually means 2 plates of sushi! So we had double plates of everything! When the waiter started bringing the first double plate of sushi, I burst out laughing. And I asked Dar why didn't he tell me when I told the waiter I wanted 2 instead of 1 of everything. He said he thought I was so hungry I wanted to order so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gik sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But it was super funny. Each time the waiter brought the sushis, I burst out laughing. I guess he was surprised too that 2 people would order so much.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9YjICgRBI/AAAAAAAAAzE/mg1-I3RYxBI/s1600-h/PICT0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9YjICgRBI/AAAAAAAAAzE/mg1-I3RYxBI/s400/PICT0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115905062192825362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The plates started piling up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9YkoCgRCI/AAAAAAAAAzM/TuaT9YxWLFE/s1600-h/PICT0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9YkoCgRCI/AAAAAAAAAzM/TuaT9YxWLFE/s400/PICT0861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115905087962629154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the sushis kept on coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9YlICgRDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/j7nEDqJnFsA/s1600-h/PICT0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9YlICgRDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/j7nEDqJnFsA/s400/PICT0862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115905096552563762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sushi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9YnYCgREI/AAAAAAAAAzc/JvpRhjlZjVQ/s1600-h/PICT0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9YnYCgREI/AAAAAAAAAzc/JvpRhjlZjVQ/s400/PICT0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115905135207269442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More sushi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9U7YCgQ9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/PAZDEkIr0M8/s1600-h/PICT0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9U7YCgQ9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/PAZDEkIr0M8/s400/PICT0859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115901080758141906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sushi overload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9YnoCgRFI/AAAAAAAAAzk/V5_WgF52y1o/s1600-h/PICT0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9YnoCgRFI/AAAAAAAAAzk/V5_WgF52y1o/s400/PICT0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115905139502236754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dar couldn't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9ZA4CgRGI/AAAAAAAAAzs/rNjAii5ndbw/s1600-h/PICT0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9ZA4CgRGI/AAAAAAAAAzs/rNjAii5ndbw/s400/PICT0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115905573293933666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When it's over....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy amount of sushis we had to chow down. In the end, we had to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da pao &lt;/span&gt;the remainder home. But not before Dar dropped some sushis onto the table =.= It was such a waste I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a coincidence, Thien Pui is working at Sushi King..lol. What a small world indeed. Fui yee told me the other day that he was working there but I didn't know which shop it was. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manatau &lt;/span&gt;it's at Sushi King..haha. I asked him for a discount but he didn't give us any :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the one who counted the number of plates we ordered. You should see the look on his face as he counted on and on. He couldn't believe we ate so much. He even double and triple counted the plates..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm never going to have another sushi for the rest of 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went for our movie, I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry. Seriously funny movie I tell you, although not as funny as Blades of Glory. I still maintain that it is the funniest movie I have watched till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, coincidentally, Wai Kuan is watching the same movie too! In the same cinema albeit on different a row. Too many coincidences in one night. There must be some kind of conspiracy going on. Anyway...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9ThYCgQ7I/AAAAAAAAAyY/QKifU4M6UL4/s1600-h/PICT0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9ThYCgQ7I/AAAAAAAAAyY/QKifU4M6UL4/s400/PICT0852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115899534569915314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....a camwhore picture for you before I ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dar has a huge pimple on his lips!). Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peeps! And hello assignments :(&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/5540673155471252147-491277737895435871?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/491277737895435871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=491277737895435871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/491277737895435871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/491277737895435871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/sushi-scare.html' title='Sushi Scare...'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rv9VM4CgQ-I/AAAAAAAAAys/-RpfCLycmjk/s72-c/DSC01309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-7097906652666527046</id><published>2007-09-28T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:42:05.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Fabulous!</title><content type='html'>So I've been a blogger for quite sometime now. I can't exactly call myself a veteran blogger but I'm certainly not a newbie as well.  Alas! *for exaggeration purposes XD* I'm still a noob in some aspects of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as the awards part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What awards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, blog awards of course!&lt;br /&gt;You mean to tell me that you don't have any idea about it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats! You're a noobie too! Just like me! *Group Hug!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I was just being bimbotic up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got awarded a 'Fabulous award' by &lt;a href="http://erishaling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erisha&lt;/a&gt; the other day. Actually, my blog got awarded, not me. But my blog is part of me.. So that means I'm a winner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/RvfeKqwygeI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/B_me7rNcpdU/s1600-h/fabaward1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/RvfeKqwygeI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/B_me7rNcpdU/s400/fabaward1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113800176761471458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tada! Fabulous award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess it's supposed to make me feel fabulous or something. But I think I need some help in the apparels department before I can start feeling fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some new clothes!!!111ONEONEONE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need a new purse (Current one has a hole in it), shorts for college wear, shirts with sleeves, shoes and etc etc etc!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends told me that the Hari Raya sales has started but when I went to 1U the other day, I see no signs of any sales. But still I can't resist the temptation to buy something. Boo on me. I wanted to get started on my shopping after the sales has started. So, you know, I can be a smart and sensible shopper or whatever they call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed big time babeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar said he'll bring me shopping next weekend. But I'll be too busy finishing my assignments and revising for my mid term by then. I won't have time to shop! But to wait after everything is over is too long a wait for me! Fungus will grow out of my head because I would have been too unproductive by then :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate exams and assignments! Just hit us with the occasional pop quizzes now and then if you like. Then we will revise constantly. Which is exactly the purpose of studying right? What's the use of giving us exams during specific times and warn us in advance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say if you really want us college students to study, give us pop quizzes without any warnings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe SOME warnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRR!! Maybe I'm not making much sense, but I don't really know how to turn my frustrations into sensible words. It's all jumbled up in that brain of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have millions of assignments to hand up during my mid term week. Crazy right!! It's super crazy! I have essays to finish (which requires some textbook-revising), a speech to prepare (I haven't even started), and etc etc etc!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to ciao now. No promises on when the next post will be up. I will be dead before you know it. Tata peeps!&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/5540673155471252147-7097906652666527046?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7097906652666527046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=7097906652666527046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7097906652666527046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7097906652666527046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/fabulous.html' title='Fabulous!'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_SQecCOBLGcE/RvfeKqwygeI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/B_me7rNcpdU/s72-c/fabaward1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-1539226536972837173</id><published>2007-09-23T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:42:14.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>My 19th</title><content type='html'>If you don't already know, I am now officially 19 years old. This is my last year of being a teenager :( :( I am so old already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dar brought me to KL Tower to celebrate my birthday this year. He wanted it to be something special so we went to the revolving restaurant there. It takes the restaurant a full 56 minutes to complete one round. And in that 56 minutes, we got to see the whole of KL city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there early so we took a stroll around the park and took some pictures. I have to say that my photography skills are a lot better than Dar's one. I took such nice photos for him such as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW8moCgQVI/AAAAAAAAAts/UD4GIGur_ZE/s1600-h/PICT0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW8moCgQVI/AAAAAAAAAts/UD4GIGur_ZE/s400/PICT0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113200323718037842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW8l4CgQRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/CDVR3e4Ms3s/s1600-h/PICT0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW8l4CgQRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/CDVR3e4Ms3s/s400/PICT0712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113200310833135890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he took ones like this for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW8mYCgQUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/_dnIAIhmjBw/s1600-h/PICT0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW8mYCgQUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/_dnIAIhmjBw/s400/PICT0738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113200319423070530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't even see the background -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took over the camera and it churned out nice pictures! Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW-OYCgQWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/pjsG3wkxGow/s1600-h/PICT0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW-OYCgQWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/pjsG3wkxGow/s400/PICT0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113202106129465698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW8mICgQSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/hbhr_vV7Ztc/s1600-h/PICT0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW8mICgQSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/hbhr_vV7Ztc/s400/PICT0714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113200315128103202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW8mYCgQTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/xrOWugR9vl0/s1600-h/PICT0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW8mYCgQTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/xrOWugR9vl0/s400/PICT0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113200319423070514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O.o No photoshop was done to this picture at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9 o'clock sharp, we went up to the restaurant. The security there was pretty tight. You have to have a ticket to use the lift and the lifts are guarded by security guards. Even if you get past the security guards, you wouldn't be able to use the lift without the staff's help. They don't have regular numbered buttons like regular elevators but they have very confusing buttons instead. And I think you have to have a password to operate the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW-OoCgQYI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wo8khmIgIyk/s1600-h/PICT0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW-OoCgQYI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wo8khmIgIyk/s400/PICT0756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113202110424433026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took our seats, we were informed by our waiter that we could choose between having buffet or order a la carte... We chose the a la carte menu. But it offered us a very limited choice. And it is very very expensive! I ordered the NZ Sirloin Steak and Dar ordered some lamb thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our food arrived, the waiter did some 'tada!' actions and I thought my meal would be something extraordinary or at least special. But.... it looks like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW-O4CgQZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Jq_5ueYy4-Y/s1600-h/PICT0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW-O4CgQZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Jq_5ueYy4-Y/s400/PICT0758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113202114719400338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potong steam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW-PICgQaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/80aY2HwP3uU/s1600-h/PICT0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW-PICgQaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/80aY2HwP3uU/s400/PICT0759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113202119014367650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it really does look like this. We haven't taken a bite out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a small portion right? And it cost us 146 bucks for each plate! That means it's 300 plus for both! I could have two meals of TGI Friday's already. And TGIF is more delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that the service was bad also? The waiters weren't around when we wanted refills for our water. They should be more efficient when they are charging us so much. TGIF is waaaayyyy better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and yea I am a fan of TGI Friday's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW-OoCgQXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8giRi-mh7ew/s1600-h/PICT0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW-OoCgQXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8giRi-mh7ew/s400/PICT0755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113202110424433010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view of KL on top of KL Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXBYICgQbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/AOnDG0wutGQ/s1600-h/PICT0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXBYICgQbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/AOnDG0wutGQ/s400/PICT0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113205572168073650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best picture of KLCC I could manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took the picture in night mode so I had to have very steady hands. But the restaurant itself is revolving so there was no way I could take a nice picture of KLCC. All the other pictures turned out like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXBYICgQcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/1cff-krgJS0/s1600-h/PICT0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXBYICgQcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/1cff-krgJS0/s400/PICT0764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113205572168073666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super blur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suffice to say that I won't be paying them another visit for the rest of my life. And if you are reading this I don't recommend you to go there as well. I can only sum this up in a few well chosen words: They are grossly overpriced. And you can quote me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Dar brought me on a shopping spree! Woo hoo! That's the best present ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I camwhored a lot in the car and decided to share it with you :) I am the best right? *Reminder to self: Self praise is pure disgrace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXBYoCgQeI/AAAAAAAAAu0/del08ta8rvg/s1600-h/PICT0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXBYoCgQeI/AAAAAAAAAu0/del08ta8rvg/s400/PICT0775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113205580758008290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXBYoCgQfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sug7_gfJD0c/s1600-h/PICT0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXBYoCgQfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sug7_gfJD0c/s400/PICT0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113205580758008306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXDP4CgQpI/AAAAAAAAAwM/EG0IoQA0KhI/s1600-h/PICT0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXDP4CgQpI/AAAAAAAAAwM/EG0IoQA0KhI/s400/PICT0814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113207629457408658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXCY4CgQgI/AAAAAAAAAvE/9YxH6CgCs80/s1600-h/PICT0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXCY4CgQgI/AAAAAAAAAvE/9YxH6CgCs80/s400/PICT0778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113206684564603394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXCY4CgQhI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ac30r9dRIE8/s1600-h/PICT0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXCY4CgQhI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ac30r9dRIE8/s400/PICT0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113206684564603410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXDPYCgQnI/AAAAAAAAAv8/IgiICmUobTk/s1600-h/PICT0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXDPYCgQnI/AAAAAAAAAv8/IgiICmUobTk/s400/PICT0806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113207620867474034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got all cheeky... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXCZYCgQjI/AAAAAAAAAvc/4rcKcALzGSE/s1600-h/PICT0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXCZYCgQjI/AAAAAAAAAvc/4rcKcALzGSE/s400/PICT0792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113206693154538034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disturb Dar even when he's driving..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXDPICgQlI/AAAAAAAAAvs/dBCBvkwlp-M/s1600-h/PICT0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXDPICgQlI/AAAAAAAAAvs/dBCBvkwlp-M/s400/PICT0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113207616572506706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make stupid faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXDPICgQmI/AAAAAAAAAv0/OhY2WfF-5ec/s1600-h/PICT0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXDPICgQmI/AAAAAAAAAv0/OhY2WfF-5ec/s400/PICT0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113207616572506722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't help it, the thought of shopping makes me hyper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXCZICgQiI/AAAAAAAAAvU/bASUvJ-E-Js/s1600-h/PICT0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXCZICgQiI/AAAAAAAAAvU/bASUvJ-E-Js/s400/PICT0787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113206688859570722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dar thinks I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wu liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXCZ4CgQkI/AAAAAAAAAvk/y01mHua1Dto/s1600-h/PICT0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXCZ4CgQkI/AAAAAAAAAvk/y01mHua1Dto/s400/PICT0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113206701744472642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I made him pose with me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the car was still moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXDPoCgQoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/y4UMh3NeN78/s1600-h/PICT0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXDPoCgQoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/y4UMh3NeN78/s400/PICT0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113207625162441346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehe, at the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other night, the Malau gang celebrated with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Gasoline, a type of cafe I guess ;p The food there was....umm... I'll just say most of us had some kind of complains with the food we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how mine looked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXEB4CgQqI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YxNU-ONF6fI/s1600-h/PICT0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXEB4CgQqI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YxNU-ONF6fI/s400/PICT0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113208488450867874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...after I finished it that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I didn't finish it because it was tasty. I finished it because I was hungry!And guess what rice it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kam Heong&lt;/span&gt; Seafood rice. Have you ever seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kam Heong&lt;/span&gt; which colour is like this? Looks a bit like s*** huh? When it arrived, I actually thought, "Wow, lucky I didn't order this." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manatau&lt;/span&gt; it's really mine! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXECICgQsI/AAAAAAAAAwk/g2eVkvD1c1Y/s1600-h/PICT0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXECICgQsI/AAAAAAAAAwk/g2eVkvD1c1Y/s400/PICT0829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113208492745835202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fair is happy with his drink :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done with our respective meals, they brought out the cake. Actually it wasn't even a cake. It's a single piece of confused fusion between green tea and red bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXECYCgQtI/AAAAAAAAAws/dXoCvKVAppU/s1600-h/PICT0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXECYCgQtI/AAAAAAAAAws/dXoCvKVAppU/s400/PICT0830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113208497040802514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Here's your birthday cake. Oops I forgot to ask the salesperson for candles! Never mind, they wouldn't all fit on this sad excuse of a cake anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHEE SIONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;According to Cheryl, Chee Siong was responsible to get the cake. And he got me this! So what was I to do but to force a smile on my face and say it's ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a PRANK! A very well acted prank I must say. All of them deserve an equivalent of an Oscar for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXEt4CgQwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/tKrbw913hN4/s1600-h/PICT0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXEt4CgQwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/tKrbw913hN4/s400/PICT0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113209244365112066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was at a lost for words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXECoCgQuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/q_ZI_KBlst0/s1600-h/PICT0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXECoCgQuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/q_ZI_KBlst0/s400/PICT0831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113208501335769826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The real cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXEuICgQxI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Bk9EWHT40Zg/s1600-h/PICT0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXEuICgQxI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Bk9EWHT40Zg/s400/PICT0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113209248660079378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXEuICgQyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/R4zq_DA9STg/s1600-h/PICT0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXEuICgQyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/R4zq_DA9STg/s400/PICT0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113209248660079394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made me do this though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXEuYCgQzI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qeUug8AJKrE/s1600-h/PICT0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXEuYCgQzI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qeUug8AJKrE/s400/PICT0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113209252955046706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They pushed the candle in so deep... And they pushed my head hard too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXUU4CgQ5I/AAAAAAAAAyM/OFkuvyY4kOI/s1600-h/PICT0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXUU4CgQ5I/AAAAAAAAAyM/OFkuvyY4kOI/s400/PICT0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113226407054427026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Grrrr..I will revenge"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somehow, the guys decided to play a game to determine who would have the last piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William lost so he had to wallop down the cake in one mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXFkoCgQ1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/ENQUAi2HlWU/s1600-h/PICT0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXFkoCgQ1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/ENQUAi2HlWU/s400/PICT0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113210184962949970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finish it in one breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXFk4CgQ2I/AAAAAAAAAx0/hXwO6PRzz8I/s1600-h/PICT0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXFk4CgQ2I/AAAAAAAAAx0/hXwO6PRzz8I/s400/PICT0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113210189257917282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dar caught in the act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXFlICgQ3I/AAAAAAAAAx8/Tl7WrMx3_Kc/s1600-h/PICT0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXFlICgQ3I/AAAAAAAAAx8/Tl7WrMx3_Kc/s400/PICT0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113210193552884594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William ended up like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXFlICgQ4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/exFDs8qRE5k/s1600-h/PICT0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvXFlICgQ4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/exFDs8qRE5k/s400/PICT0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113210193552884610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But poor Dar ended up worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He bumped his head on the glass while trying to push Will's head into the cake. Lol..that's the price to pay for being mischievous ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we head to Spicy Kitchen to yam cha.. It was a great night. I really enjoyed myself guys :D Thanks! And William! Tell us the secret to your joke!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-1539226536972837173?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1539226536972837173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=1539226536972837173' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1539226536972837173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/1539226536972837173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-19th.html' title='My 19th'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/RvW8moCgQVI/AAAAAAAAAts/UD4GIGur_ZE/s72-c/PICT0744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-4120561481424689466</id><published>2007-09-18T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:08:27.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>Hate him!</title><content type='html'>It's funny how lazy I get when I stop blogging for some time. And even funnier that when I start blogging, I have to blog, like, a few times a day. And this is the second one for the day. Not sure if more are to come though. For now, just bear with this. Cause I am going to rant my ass off once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it's not that sophisticated. In fact, it doesn't really make much sense as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I dunno if I should say this. But.... but.... it's about a guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this class of mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THAT I HATE HIM ABSOFREAKINGLUTELY A LOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't even do anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just hate him. You might say that hate is too strong a word to use on a fellow classmate who did nothing to harm me. Well, maybe it is too strong. But I still hate him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is irritatingly annoying and annoyingly irritating. He carries a pink Barbie doll bag to class everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a PINK BARBIE DOLL BAG. You did not read that wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't hate him because he walks around with a pink Barbie doll bag. And neither do I hate him because his mobile phone is more pink than mine. (Yes, his mobile phone is also pink, hot pink.) I hate him because he is simply annoying. He irritates the eff outta me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He speaks loudly in class and I won't mind if what he has to say is something related to our studying materials or logical opinions. But no! Every time he opens his mouth he is either making fun of his friend or trying to say something that sounds cool. Except that it's not cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, he complained that the lecturer's writing is as ugly as the lecturer's face. I wanted to tell him that at least it's not as ugly as his own face. See what this guy is like??!!! And that's not the worst! Yesterday when his friend walked into class late, he said loudly to his friend, "Eh, I though you said you're not coming because this class sucks?" And he said it loud enough because he wanted the lecturer to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stupid stupid stupid guy!!! I think I have never felt so much hatred in myself before. It's scaring me. Another day of having to see his fatass face and I think I'm going to vomit blood and die on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HIM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-4120561481424689466?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4120561481424689466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=4120561481424689466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4120561481424689466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4120561481424689466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/hate-him.html' title='Hate him!'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-4172564129075268543</id><published>2007-09-18T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:46:59.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can write intellectually too'/><title type='text'>Ranting post</title><content type='html'>As much a I used this blog to post pictures and say bimbotic things sometimes, it is still my ranting ground. And a ranting ground I will make of it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I learned one important fact in public speaking class today. It's not public speaking related but yeah.. It sounds something like this: It is easy to differentiate between right and wrong when one party is obviously right and the other, obviously wrong. But what happens when both parties each have their own merit points in their argument? How do you decide who is right and who is wrong now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I totally agree with that. Most of the time it's not about who's right or who's wrong. It's more about which side makes more sense. And of course, the two opposing parties have to consist of equal number of supporters. If one side has more supporters than the other, obviously the side with the less people will lose. Well, majority wins most of the time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was very very very angry and pissed off when my friends, while outnumbering me, decided to prove me wrong at all cost even though it was apparent to me that each side has their own points. I mean, you can think that you are right. By all means, go ahead thinking that you're right anyway. I don't care. But don't piss me off by trying to say that I am wrong. It's just like you love apples and then try to prove that your friend is wrong just because she prefers oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How absurd is that? I respect your opinion and you should do the same with mine. Not take my opinion, throw it to the ground and then stomp on it, while pointing your fingers at me and shouting "Murderer!". Okay, maybe that was overexaggerated but you do get what I mean right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I to do? Being on the opposite side and outnumbered is no fun. Even when I know that my opinion makes sense doesn't mean I could get them to have an open mind and at least respect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting a friend down and embarrassing her, even if you don't notice you are doing it, is not a very nice thing to do. I do hope everyone bear this in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time, even if you don't agree with someone, listen to what they have to say and respect their opinions. You don't have to agree with them but you don't have to put them down either. Everyone has the freedom to believe in what they believe, even if it's not the same as yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-4172564129075268543?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4172564129075268543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=4172564129075268543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4172564129075268543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4172564129075268543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/ranting-post.html' title='Ranting post'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-6655084993634793574</id><published>2007-09-06T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:42:17.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>Hehe..I'm not dead yet. But the blogging bug didn't bite me for the past few weeks. Hence, the lack of blog posts. But it doesn't mean that I've stopped writing. In fact, I was and still am, writing a lot....in class that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sem, I'm taking the media writing class, which means I have to do a lot of writing! During the first tutorial, the tutor (who happens to be the brother of one of the guys in One Buck Short), made us write two essays in 1 hour! To those who doesn't know, One Buck Short is one of the most popular local bands in and out of Malaysia. They opened for Fallout Boy before if I'm not mistaken. So you may have a slight idea of how my tutor looks like. He has long hair, so unconventional for a lecturer right? The first time I met him, I thought he was one of us students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm taking 5 subjects this semester, I dunno if mentioned this before. I'm kinda bad at remembering trivial details. Most of my classes start at 8 in the morning :( Big bummer! O yea, now Dar is a Help student as well. Hehe, we get to meet more often, like everyday :D :D But poor Dar, his classes are also mostly at 8am. So he has to wake up at 5 something in the mornings cause the jams at his place are mad! It's taken a toll on his body and now he's sick :( But Dar you won't have to worry. I will smother you with love and kisses until you get well! *lots of sloppy wet kisses* Gosh I'm being so mushy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also taking public speaking class this sem. It sucks! I hate making speeches in front of lots of people. Not that there's a lot of people in my class, but still it's scary! The lecturer is kinda funny though. He has a girl's name and his sister has a guy's name. How weird is that? The other day, he recorded our speeches on video and gave the file to us today. I made a stupid speech about how durians reflect my personality and attitude. It's so stupid I cringed when I saw that video of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about college. To those of you who know me well, you might know that I have had a lot of near death experiences. And I can add another one to the bag today. You know what happened? Obviously you don't. It was just a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to cook Maggi mee before I head to college today. So I filled the pot with water and when I wanted to ignite the stove, I couldn't turn the black knob. I tried again but it felt like it was stuck. So I turned it the other direction. To my surprise, it was already on and was turn to the minimum level so that only the gas but no fire came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine if I decided to ignite the fire there and then, the whole kitchen would have exploded there and then. I would be lucky if I could make it out of there alive. Even if I did, my face would be scarred for life and so I won't want to live anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I don't know who did it. But whoever or whatever did it wanted us dead! But who, when, how, why??! Mysteries, mysteries.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yea, during Merdeka's eve I went to the Curve to join the celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_xA399xmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/kYqs3J0XPWY/s1600-h/PICT0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_xA399xmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/kYqs3J0XPWY/s400/PICT0614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107065499787576930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_xBX99xoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ctTNe7_-viE/s1600-h/PICT0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_xBX99xoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ctTNe7_-viE/s400/PICT0623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107065508377511554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_xBX99xnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/eCtt_3Zhjew/s1600-h/PICT0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_xBX99xnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/eCtt_3Zhjew/s400/PICT0621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107065508377511538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the traffic light ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenelm said that Fish Leong would be there to perform. We went there early and were one of the earliest ones to crowd the stage. We bumped into Jen and her bf..hehe. What a small world it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_yqn99xuI/AAAAAAAAAtE/aD-XcuayCyM/s1600-h/PICT0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_yqn99xuI/AAAAAAAAAtE/aD-XcuayCyM/s400/PICT0648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107067316558743266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People sitting on the sidewalks, waiting for the celebrations to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_xBn99xpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/4YNOHqlCeck/s1600-h/PICT0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_xBn99xpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/4YNOHqlCeck/s400/PICT0647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107065512672478866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp; Dar ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, we were promised spectacular fireworks at the stroke of midnight. I was excited to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_xB399xqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/L8Qyi5orf6s/s1600-h/PICT0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_xB399xqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/L8Qyi5orf6s/s400/PICT0637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107065516967446178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They say that orbs captured on camera are supposed to be spirits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But before midnight was even close, I was too tired to continue waiting anymore. We left right after watching Fish Leong perform. I didn't know what song she was performing since I hadn't been listening to Chinese songs for one whole year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_yp399xsI/AAAAAAAAAs0/7108we4AZY8/s1600-h/PICT0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_yp399xsI/AAAAAAAAAs0/7108we4AZY8/s400/PICT0654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107067303673841346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice dance + Vince Chong. That guy can really sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_yn399xrI/AAAAAAAAAss/UMvnYuSSlis/s1600-h/PICT0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_yn399xrI/AAAAAAAAAss/UMvnYuSSlis/s400/PICT0653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107067269314102962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So colourful right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_yqH99xtI/AAAAAAAAAs8/YFOr1JiOSKg/s1600-h/PICT0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_yqH99xtI/AAAAAAAAAs8/YFOr1JiOSKg/s400/PICT0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107067307968808658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juwita Suwito and Vince Chong duetting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what was I doing during the stroke of midnight? I was in the toilet!! Bloody stomach decided to ache there and then -_-|| So much so for my merdeka's eve celebration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, anyway, I gotta go soon. The chinese drama is gonna start soon..hehe. And before I forget, go watch Secret!! What secret you ask? The movie starring Jay Chou la! He's also the director and unsurprisingly, he sings the songs for the movie. He is such a God! And his acting skills have improved immensely since his Initial D days. Go watch go watch! Must watch okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai Kuan and I were debating over who is his biggest fan the other day. And I won! Muahahaha!! Now I really gotta go....hehe...ciao~ Jay Chou rocks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-6655084993634793574?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6655084993634793574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=6655084993634793574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6655084993634793574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/6655084993634793574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rt_xA399xmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/kYqs3J0XPWY/s72-c/PICT0614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-7443220556434427397</id><published>2007-08-28T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:42:23.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Birthday post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know how so many people in their mid or late twenties would say that they've had enough of partying and living their lives in the fast lane? And suddenly they're deciding to lead a laid back and more relaxed lifestyle? Sounds very familiar huh? Typically these people are the ones who go clubbing every single weekend or maybe even a few times a week. Pictures of them stoning and partying are the only pictures you remember ever seeing them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I went into my mid twenties phase a little bit earlier. I'm not even 20 yet! Heck, I'm not even 19, although I'm going to be 19 very very VERY (*cough cough*) soon. I mean really really very soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Please get the message people!)&lt;/span&gt; Muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for digressing. The part about me entering my mid twenty phase is really true. Before this I was into clubbing and hanging out with my friends at supposedly happening places every weekend. It was very fun and all but very tiring as well. And then all those late night outs took its toll on my body. I somehow felt burned out. And lost interest in all those in just a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather stay at home and go for nice hawker food outings with Dar and then go back home to watch TV. I still catch up with the latest movie offerings at cinemas but that's also with my Dar. Suffice to say that I'm socially passive now. I turned down partying and clubbing invitations so many times and even invitations for movie marathon sessions and dinner with my friends. I would never have done it if it was 6 months ago. What a drastic change now. And I don't know what brought about the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm old already la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, an old friend's birthday celebration is something I wouldn't miss for the world. And that's what I did 2 weeks ago. Yeala I know two weeks is pretty long ago already but I haven't got the time to do a post on it before. Blogger deleted my pictures if you read my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the pictures from that birthday dinner! O yea, I got a new haircut that day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1o6CZacnI/AAAAAAAAApE/E_yoa9gBHfk/s1600-h/PICT0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1o6CZacnI/AAAAAAAAApE/E_yoa9gBHfk/s400/PICT0535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101849299165803122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhore pic. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dar and I went to 1U earlier that day to do some shopping. Later in the evening we met up with the gang at Wong Kok. We were snapping pics and chattering about and it was pure fun! I dunno about you but catching up with friends and reminiscing about the old times is something that's ranked highly in my favourite to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1o7CZacrI/AAAAAAAAApk/bmiBtPJDH7g/s1600-h/PICT0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1o7CZacrI/AAAAAAAAApk/bmiBtPJDH7g/s400/PICT0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101849316345672370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hooi Hooi and Mei Jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I knew both of them since standard 1 in primary school! It's so cool that we still hang out together now because many people don't really hang out with their primary schoolmates anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1r6SZactI/AAAAAAAAAp0/nSmveCfQnpo/s1600-h/PICT0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1r6SZactI/AAAAAAAAAp0/nSmveCfQnpo/s400/PICT0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101852601995653842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She's also another primary schoolmate of mine since standard 1. And she's still one of my best friends now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1o6iZacpI/AAAAAAAAApU/RW5Tvkg92yU/s1600-h/PICT0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1o6iZacpI/AAAAAAAAApU/RW5Tvkg92yU/s400/PICT0550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101849307755737746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hooi Hooi was crying because she didn't know what to order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O did I mention we were celebrating two people's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1r6iZacvI/AAAAAAAAAqE/_r-6mNZv00A/s1600-h/PICT0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1r6iZacvI/AAAAAAAAAqE/_r-6mNZv00A/s400/PICT0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101852606290621170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chee Siong's and Cheryl's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So it's kind of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;siong hei lam mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; thingy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1r6iZacuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ro9rLoXePnU/s1600-h/PICT0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1r6iZacuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ro9rLoXePnU/s400/PICT0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101852606290621154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl's name is actually on the cake too but you can't see it cause the waiter at Wong Kok decided to poke the candles into such a strategic portion of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1o6yZacqI/AAAAAAAAApc/pEDMzoLq58w/s1600-h/PICT0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1o6yZacqI/AAAAAAAAApc/pEDMzoLq58w/s400/PICT0552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101849312050705058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're actually writing birthday messages for one another..haha. Something tells me that Chee Siong wrote something really cheeky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1uLSZacxI/AAAAAAAAAqU/wMUB5wRCX5c/s1600-h/PICT0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1uLSZacxI/AAAAAAAAAqU/wMUB5wRCX5c/s400/PICT0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101855093076685586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1r6yZacwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/9IevSaNOhOc/s1600-h/PICT0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1r6yZacwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/9IevSaNOhOc/s400/PICT0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101852610585588482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chee Siong: I wish....to have a lenglui girlfriend really soon...&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: I wish for 100 more wishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then you know the drill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1r6CZacsI/AAAAAAAAAps/3xXJbWaKdX4/s1600-h/PICT0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1r6CZacsI/AAAAAAAAAps/3xXJbWaKdX4/s400/PICT0555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101852597700686530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Chee Siong's turn first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1uLiZacyI/AAAAAAAAAqc/NRyIZSSjskM/s1600-h/PICT0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1uLiZacyI/AAAAAAAAAqc/NRyIZSSjskM/s400/PICT0566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101855097371652898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We promised him that there would no hanky panky. And that no one would push anyone's head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1uLyZaczI/AAAAAAAAAqk/mVl1HDEBNzw/s1600-h/PICT0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1uLyZaczI/AAAAAAAAAqk/mVl1HDEBNzw/s400/PICT0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101855101666620210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that bump? It was caused by Chee Siong's nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1uMCZac0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/w3MuSisapjo/s1600-h/PICT0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1uMCZac0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/w3MuSisapjo/s400/PICT0569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101855105961587522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A clearer pic of the bump..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Cheryl's turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1xUSZac2I/AAAAAAAAAq8/EkXNQGJS8HI/s1600-h/PICT0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1xUSZac2I/AAAAAAAAAq8/EkXNQGJS8HI/s400/PICT0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101858546230391650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First she attempted to suck the candle out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1uMSZac1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/oIYqzutNdpk/s1600-h/PICT0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1uMSZac1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/oIYqzutNdpk/s400/PICT0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101855110256554834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she tried to lick it out! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1xVCZac3I/AAAAAAAAArE/BVf8FZWWgr4/s1600-h/PICT0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1xVCZac3I/AAAAAAAAArE/BVf8FZWWgr4/s400/PICT0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101858559115293554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww, how nice of him to do it even when his fingers are wrapped with plasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After we were done, we camwhored even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs14XiZac8I/AAAAAAAAArs/g0vGyYDoDpY/s1600-h/PICT0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs14XiZac8I/AAAAAAAAArs/g0vGyYDoDpY/s400/PICT0582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101866298646361026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Malau Gang + Mei Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not sure why we called ourselves malau gang. It was some secondary thingy..lol.. We had weird ideas back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs14YCZac9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/DRY_N-bo6-k/s1600-h/PICT0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs14YCZac9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/DRY_N-bo6-k/s400/PICT0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101866307236295634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the birthday boy. Why do I have to squat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs14ZCZac-I/AAAAAAAAAr8/xJqDavxVZ54/s1600-h/PICT0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs14ZCZac-I/AAAAAAAAAr8/xJqDavxVZ54/s400/PICT0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101866324416164834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dar and I :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1xVyZac4I/AAAAAAAAArM/yUOe3HLn2ME/s1600-h/PICT0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1xVyZac4I/AAAAAAAAArM/yUOe3HLn2ME/s400/PICT0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101858572000195458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone is present in this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1xWCZac5I/AAAAAAAAArU/fvzY8_VFnng/s1600-h/PICT0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1xWCZac5I/AAAAAAAAArU/fvzY8_VFnng/s400/PICT0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101858576295162770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out Hooi Hooi's expression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1xWyZac6I/AAAAAAAAArc/t7Qr5Ln6XM4/s1600-h/PICT0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1xWyZac6I/AAAAAAAAArc/t7Qr5Ln6XM4/s400/PICT0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101858589180064674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now check mine out O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So now it's certified that Cheryl is the number 1 camwhorer in our gang. She's ready for any picture! I think if you took her picture while she's playing badminton, you will find that her pose is better than my mother's wedding pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs14XCZac7I/AAAAAAAAArk/gner8nUOceM/s1600-h/PICT0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs14XCZac7I/AAAAAAAAArk/gner8nUOceM/s400/PICT0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101866290056426418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took a few failed attempts to get everyone in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great night guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Merdeka' eve, there are a few plans already. But I haven't decided on which. There are plans by my friends to watch fireworks.. also plans for clubbing. But since I'm so old I may back out from both of it and watch TV at home instead..lol.. I'm dead serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I go to ciao cause I have an 8am class tomorrow morning! Blastid morning classes... Gah! Till the next post, bye guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-7443220556434427397?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7443220556434427397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=7443220556434427397' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7443220556434427397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7443220556434427397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday-post.html' title='Birthday post'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rs1o6CZacnI/AAAAAAAAApE/E_yoa9gBHfk/s72-c/PICT0535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-2798365021474981023</id><published>2007-08-24T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:00:03.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts'/><title type='text'>Unluckiest week of my life!</title><content type='html'>Argghh! Everything is going against me!!! Even blogger is attempting to irritate me! And it has succeeded!! I was midway through writing a post yesterday (a long one at that too), and when I loaded it today, there was nothing! Not even a single alphabet! Nada! Zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruin my life will you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to rewrite it again! And my mood is foul because uneventful events have been happening to me this whole week! GRRR! This is the unluckiest week of my life I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with college. My classes started since Monday and I was finally free from the chains of misery of being stuck at home. Alas! All is not well because of the stupid stupid stupid (I say stupid 3 times because they are really stupid) people working at the administration department in college is giving me and my friends a whole truckload of trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that such a reputable college like the one I'm in would be plagued bu organizational problems? What would the students make of it? How do we expect to learn anything there if they themselves can't handle such basic problems? I seriously need HELP....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what happened? The week before class started, my friends and I went there to register for the subjects we wanted to take. It was a hassle because we had to arrange our own timetables and check for ourselves whether there would be any clashes amongst the classes we wanted to take or not. But the college came out with stupid new rules requiring us to take prerequisite subjects before we can take the subjects we want. Okay fine. We took the shuttle bus to another block to check with the ADP department whether we could be exempted from taking the prerequisite subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, we were finally able to sort things out. All seemed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Monday that is! We were informed that we had to drop some of the subjects we had earlier registered for as those subjects are not communication subjects! How can 'Human Communication' not be a communication subject you tell me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never mind never mind. Register for other subjects lor... Rearrange the bloody timetable again lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gao dim&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we were again informed that we have to drop some more subjects!! Apparently the college staff had, what they like to term, a 'miscommunication' amongst themselves.  Miscommunication in the communication department I hear you say? Yes! That is exactly what it is! What an irony huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the bloody hell! They put us through so much trouble without even apologizing..not even once! It was as if the miscommunication was something we should have expected and accepted to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell sick after that. I'm guessing that it had something to do with me having to rearrange the bloody timetable so many freaking times. Sigh, just the first week of college and Ive already succumbed to sickness. What better way to start a new semester huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why they can't arrange our timetables for us like the other colleges do! Just bloody put us in the classes that we have to take for heaven's sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody. Freaking. College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! I've vented about college. And now on to another uneventful incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balance in my stupid Smart TAG got forfeited! And I just reloaded some more!! Can you believe it? I can only take solace in the fact that I didn't reload a hundred bucks. I reloaded 50 bucks. But still! 50 bucks is a lot! A lot to a poor student like me! This means no lunch for one week. Hmm, can lose weight. Might be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Argghh! Super frustrated now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the toll office after college today and the person said that I can get my balance back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch? Oh yes, there will always be a catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait one month (maybe longer, most prolly longer, seeing that it's the Malays who are doing the work) for the cheque and on top of that, pay 5 bucks for the so called administration fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yea, I actually didn't have any classes at college today. I went there to wait for the bookseller so I can buy the bloody overpriced textbook. The lecturer for that subject forbids us from using photocopies. He said that he will confiscate it if he sees us using those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bloody bookseller did not come!! I waited for a few hours and he did not come! Luckily Wai Kuan accompanied me to wait at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the story of my uneventful week. Sorry cause you had to put up with reading all the&lt;br /&gt;'bloodys' and 'freakings' I typed in this post. Just can't help it! You would too if placed in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched Rattatouile two days ago. Pretty good movie, although I wouldn't go to the cinema to watch it again as I would for other movies..hehe. I was supposed to watch it tomorrow with the MYB gang but the temptation was too strong on Wednesday..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a lot of pictures to post up (which I actually posted up already before Blogger decided to erase it all away in). But not in this post. This post is too full of angry things and those pictures are supposed to be happy ones. Till the next post then. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-2798365021474981023?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2798365021474981023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=2798365021474981023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2798365021474981023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2798365021474981023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/unluckiest-week-of-my-life.html' title='Unluckiest week of my life!'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-3707363692537865995</id><published>2007-08-14T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:44:32.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can write intellectually too'/><title type='text'>I am doomed!</title><content type='html'>Gosh I've never really realized how much I take money for granted. Yup, you heard it. Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's probably due to the fact that I don't have to work for money. I have a steady income every month courtesy of my dad a.k.a The Walking ATM Machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I spend money like nobody's freaking business. Okla, I don't really spend a lot, but I'm not exactly the thrifty type as well. It's not like I'm filthy rich, my dad isn't either. But recently I'm starting to worry about my finance. At the rate I'm going, I would probably need around two thousand bucks a month if I'm living on my own. By living on my own I mean paying for every single thing myself including rental, food and petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently living with my parents so there is nothing to worry about food and rental. All I need to fork out is for entertainment, toll and parking fees, the occasional clothes and make up shopping, and for eating out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do some analyzing work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Calculations are done based on one month's spending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rental                                                                :    RM500&lt;br /&gt;Petrol                                                             :    RM350&lt;br /&gt;Food                                                               :    RM700&lt;br /&gt;Toll and Parking                                          :   RM150&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment and miscellaneous stuff   :    RM200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grand Total                             :    RM1900!!!!!111ONEONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I will need to earn at least 2 grand a month in order to survive on my own! And that's 2007 we're talking about. After a few years when I actually go out and live on my own, plus inflation and stuff, I will probably need a lot more than 2 grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing! The future looks bleak for me, and for all of you college students out there who are currently leeching off your parents! We are in the same boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! I gotta go and plan my future now! Bye people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-3707363692537865995?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3707363692537865995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=3707363692537865995' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3707363692537865995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/3707363692537865995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-doomed.html' title='I am doomed!'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-4797423396768538360</id><published>2007-08-13T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:42:24.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can write intellectually too'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Premarital Sex - An issue worth debating.</title><content type='html'>I was blog hopping when I ended up at one of my secondary school cum college mate's blog. Haven't visited her blog in a long time so it took me quite some time to catch up on what I missed out on for the past few months. She wrote about premarital sex in one of her posts and it got me thinking, whether you are pro or anti premarital sex, whether you are doing it or not, every individual has differing views and opinions about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often hear many people claim that premarital sex is bad and sinful, and associate all negative things with it. But is it really as bad as they make it out to be? I'm not saying that it's right but it is only bad if the individuals engaging in it are not aware of what they are getting themselves into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there who engage in premarital sex knowing fully well about the consequences and are responsible enough to take preventive measures while at it. Are these people doing something bad and evil? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about personal choice and I believe that no one should be denounced or condemned about their personal choice if it doesn't involve messing up other people's lives. And especially when they are well aware and have taken preventive measures from getting STDs or getting pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's a different case when it comes to those who engage in premarital sex without protection. If they're lucky, they might end up unscathed, unpregnant and disease-free. But chances are, shit is gonna happen and they're either going to get infected with an STD or a few STDs, or get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get started about the importance of virginity, let me stress again that different individuals often have differing opinions about things. What Woman A thinks is right doesn't really reflect what Woman B might be thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that virginity is only a thin layer of membrane. It is of little importance. To me, it is like a symbolism; it symbolizes that a girl is still pure/untainted/or whatever word you would like to replace it with. But not being a virgin does not mean that someone is dirty or tainted. Your mothers are not virgins. Are they dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, premarital sex is not something you should engage in when you are not mentally or emotionally ready. You might end up regretting about doing it really badly. So my advice to all of you who are thinking about doing it is to weigh the pros and cons before having a go. I know it doesn't sound romantic and I'm sorry for splashing cold water on all of your "I love my boyfriend/girlfriend so much and this is the loveliest thing we can do together" faces. It is a serious decision and shouldn't be taken lightly. And if you are one of those who value their virgin statuses highly, you can only lose your virginity once. And once it's gone, there is no way to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, getting pregnant before marriage doesn't sound as scary if compared to a few decades ago. More people are going through it nowadays. But it is going to change your life forever. If you decide to give birth, there goes your youth. You are going to spend the remaining nine months puking and the rest of your life after that turning into a fat and loud mother. IF you decide to abort, it is a decision that would most probably haunt you for a long enough time to leave you scarred for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please think before you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about premarital sex.. That day right, Dar and I had Kajang sate with the MYB gang in Damansara Uptown. The service was so poor and the sates weren't really that good. We waited for more than half an hour for our sate. We complained and complained but no sate was brought to our table. Not going to go there anymore! It's my first and last time. If you wanna have sate, go to Kajang to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our meal, we decided to head over to Centre Point McDonalds to have a more decent meal. We bought some nuggets and fries and drinks. The funny part was when Dar opened the Mustard sauce that comes with the nuggets. He calimed that the sauce smells like ketiak. Lol..everyone cracked up and no one dared to touch the mustard sauce. Instead, we we took turns in sniffing it..hehe. Doesn't really smell like armpit to me but I don't really like mustard anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it looks like ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rr8bX3iGwoI/AAAAAAAAAos/S7o2tA9O4tQ/s1600-h/PICT0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rr8bX3iGwoI/AAAAAAAAAos/S7o2tA9O4tQ/s400/PICT0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097823400064631426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rr8bYXiGwpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/slFSlqD3QM4/s1600-h/PICT0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rr8bYXiGwpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/slFSlqD3QM4/s400/PICT0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097823408654566034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fries are supposed to be armpit hair, courtesy of Jesse -_-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we spotted this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RsAPG3iGwqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rdXY3flxWFg/s1600-h/PICT0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RsAPG3iGwqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rdXY3flxWFg/s400/PICT0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098091388844032674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Have you ever seen a police car in the form of a Kancil?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, gotta go... Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-4797423396768538360?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4797423396768538360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=4797423396768538360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4797423396768538360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/4797423396768538360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/premarital-sex-issue-worth-debating.html' title='Premarital Sex - An issue worth debating.'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/Rr8bX3iGwoI/AAAAAAAAAos/S7o2tA9O4tQ/s72-c/PICT0518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-7102013376536926942</id><published>2007-08-12T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:39:09.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short notes'/><title type='text'>Gingivitis?!</title><content type='html'>Seems like I didn't lose my readers, according to Site Meter anyway. Such a surprise considering how lazy I've been in blogging lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be very very short. I'm going out in less than 20 minutes and I haven't even prepare. (Girls need a loooong time to *ahem* prepare before they go out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update about my week when I come home later tonight. Although there's nothing interesting I guess ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: My gums are bleeding without any reason. Shit la.. Gingivitis??! Haven't been to the dentist in many many years already &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-7102013376536926942?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7102013376536926942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=7102013376536926942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7102013376536926942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/7102013376536926942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/gingivitis.html' title='Gingivitis?!'/><author><name>Adrina</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-5540673155471252147.post-2714294112499333820</id><published>2007-08-10T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:42:26.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that happen in my mundane life'/><title type='text'>Crappy</title><content type='html'>Whee~ This must have been the longest time that I left my blog alone here to rot. And I'm not feeling guilty at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going through a phase? I'm guessing that everybody will go through the blogging phase during one part of their lives. It's just something you have to experience with at least once in your lifetime. Whether it happens when you're still in primary school (like &lt;a href="http://www.mishaparis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Misha&lt;/a&gt;), or old and wrinkly (like &lt;a href="http://laozhabor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lao Zha Bor&lt;/a&gt;), it depends on you, the individual. By the way, do check out their blogs. I find it unique because not many people their age would blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't been blogging because....I.....I'm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.. Jjj...just...... Tt..too.....enggrr....grosseddd...wiiithhh.....Nnnnnnn.....eopettssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, regular readers of my blog would have guessed it. I think I should be kinda ashamed to still be playing Neopets at this age. But I like it!! And no one can make me stop!! No one but myself of course :D hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I'm addicted! By the way, I'm half a millionaire now :D In Neopia I mean.. If I have half a million in reality I would be blogging about a different thing right now.  Something like having my nails manicured, getting my hair done and going to Paris to haul the latest designs of LV handbags back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of going to Paris and LV handbags, I encountered a lady who bragged non stop about it. Yea, exactly about going to Paris (or maybe London or some place like that) to shop for designer handbags. She kept going on and on and on until I swear the other ladies at the table were secretly wishing some clumsy waitress would turn up and "accidentally" spill a glass of hot tea on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich tai-tais are almost always big showoffs. They would talk about their expensive designer clothes, perfume, shoes, and whatever designer made product there is out there with their other rich tai tai friends. Little do they know that their husbands are outside 'playing around'..if you know what I mean. My point is, they are so busy convincing others about the glorious lives they're leading and so ignorant about what is really happening behind their backs. Maybe some of them chose to be ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I do tell myself not to be envious of these people when they start yakking about their so called happiness. Actually, most of the time I just find them annoying and not enviable at all. Maybe it might be different when I'm about their age. Maybe that's when I will start feeling envious about the rich tai tais. Unless I am one myself..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I do turn out to be a rich tai tai, I'm adamant that I'm not gonna turn into one of those annoying ones. I wanna be a glamorous and sophisticated tai tai..wuahahaha..although that's kinda hard to imagine right now. Hmm, I'm already developing a taste for designer products.. and I don't think this is good. But the novelty of carrying designer products around are just so.... (I can't find a suitable word to describe it. So let's just pretend you understand what I'm trying to say :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay...enough about rich tai tais and designer products. I'm kinda excited now, cause I'm going back to college in less than 2 weeks' time! Never before did I imagine that I would be so hyped up about returning to college and having classes. Especially during the time when I had assignments piling up my ass. I almost wished that a fire would burn down the college so there would be no classes. Although there would be innocent lives sacrificed if a fire really materialized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's say a fire erupts dead in the night. No one would die then! Muahahaha! I always had this thought when I was in high school. Many of my friends did too. We wished a fire would burn down our school because school really sucked big time. I'm saying it in past tense because I'm not in school anymore. Too bad for those of you who still are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stop booing me now :P I was just kidding! (But seriously, too bad if you're still in school! MUAHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a more serious note, I am 100% sure now that I'm hopeless in recognizing roads. I mean, I went to Atria for about a hundred times already this year and I was pretty sure I knew how to reach there, but it turns out that I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet Dar at Atria and then we would go and fetch my friend to Fui Yee's kopitiam to yam cha. When I realized that I was on the wrong way (I wouldn't say I was lost because I just turned into a wrong road, not lost!), I called Dar and we agreed that I should turn back and wait for him at 1 Utama ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lost cause! Pray for me so I wouldn't get lost returning home. Just kidding, I'm not thaaaat lousy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole post is a bit too long because I haven't been blogging for a very loooong time so naturally I would have a lot to crap about and I proved myself right and if I don't have much to talk about I shouldn't own a blog and I know you're hoping I would end this long sentence but I can't seem to do so so I hope that you would be a lil bit more patient and continue reading whatever I have to say for now because it won't be long until I end this freakishly long sentence wow if I'm writing an essay my teacher would faint by now and I never really made a teacher faint before so I guess that would be kinda cool except that I can't right now because I'm on a holiday so there isn't really a big probability that I would get to make any teachers read my essay okay I'll stop now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got on your nerve did I? :D Anyway I don't think there would be anyone reading this post cause any blog readers I have would've already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cabuted &lt;/span&gt;by now. If you haven't, or if you're a new reader, let me remind you that I'm a lousy blogger..lol. That's all for now! I'm off to play Neopets! Muahahaha! Updates soon! Can't promise when. But when I return to college I'm sure there will be more to crap about :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've forgotten how I look like, come come let me refresh your memory (*cough* I'm just trying to *cough* find a reason to *cough* post my camwhore pictures). My throat feels lil ticklish I dunno why ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RrtDI3iGwnI/AAAAAAAAAok/hDgMh6MxNLQ/s1600-h/PICT0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RrtDI3iGwnI/AAAAAAAAAok/hDgMh6MxNLQ/s400/PICT0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096741222924862066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RrtDIniGwlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/nTaTYkMaoaI/s1600-h/PICT0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RrtDIniGwlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/nTaTYkMaoaI/s400/PICT0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096741218629894738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RrtDI3iGwmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/NW3nnSwOx9U/s1600-h/PICT0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z0QjxikAk/RrtDI3iGwmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/NW3nnSwOx9U/s400/PICT0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096741222924862050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people! And if you're reading this in the morning, good morning! Aiya just have a good day la bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540673155471252147-2714294112499333820?l=adrinachoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2714294112499333820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540673155471252147&amp;postID=2714294112499333820' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2714294112499333820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540673155471252147/posts/default/2714294112499333820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrinachoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/crappy.html' title='Crappy'/><author><name>Adrina</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/_U_z0QjxikAk/RrtDI3iGwnI/AAAAAAAAAok/hDgMh6MxNLQ/s72-c/PICT0480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540673155471252147.post-8215631156367444446</id><published>2007-07-30T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:06:48.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy things I say'/><title type='text'>Lousiest blogger</title><content type='html'>I am a lousy blogger! Yup, I am. Don't need to argue with me. Cause I'm the lousiest blogger around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, make it 'one of the lousiest ones around'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I never blog anymore? Once upon a time, my blog was my most visited website of all time. I would log in every couple of hours or so just to have my dose of my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I dread logging in. Because I simply don't have anything to write. I guess my life is a lot duller compared to, say, 2 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past one month of holiday (yes I'm on a holiday in case you didn't know), all I've been doing was moping and lazing around. I seldom go out, just the occasional yam cha and dinner session with my bunch of friends, and also to pak toh with my Dar Dar. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yea I suppose I could blog about those outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it'll be something like this every post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Today I went out with my Dar. We watched a movie. Its called Xyz123. It's an interesting movie. And then we went and have dinner at Restaurant ABC789. The food there is delicious. Here's a picture of what I ate *insert picture of food*. And here's a picture of what I drank *insert picture of drink* Here's a picture of what Dar ate *again, insert picture of food* Lastly, here's what Dar drank *you know the drill*"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There, I'm sure none of you wants to read posts like this as much as I dislike to write them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because blogging was not in my mind for most of the time, I fail to whip out my camera every time I spot something interesting. Thus, I do not have any pictures to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I do have some pictures to post. But I am too lazy to photoshop and watermark them before posting it up. Why do I have to photoshop and watermark every single shot you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've finally got my photoshop back!! How can I not photoshop when I have it now? I used to crave for it when I didn't have it. I don't deserve to get it back since I don't utilize it right? Yea, I know that. But so what? None of you can take it away from me  now! *cue evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I got to get it back is another story. I didn't get a CD of it. Dar plugged in my old hard disk from my old computer into my current PC. And I just copied the whole folder from the program files and pasted it into my computer. And walla walla, it can be used! I've always thought that we needed to go through the setup process before we can use a program but I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I am so bored!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When others would suffer from being homesick, I am suffering from being collegesick. Weird isn't it? Well I am pretty weird. But I like to think that I'm UNIQUE. Aha! You have to be different to be unique and by being different, sometimes you get labeled as a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I read from the newspaper that day about this lawyer in China who is suing McDonalds for not using Chinese language in its receipts. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can sue for just about anything! I think China is fast catching up with America in terms of this suing business. If you live in the states, you can sue the restaurateur if you find a bug in your food. The size of the bug is of no importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, you can sue for anything foreign that lands itself in your food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for suing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It caused you mental and emotional distress. You have developed a fear of eating. This fear is slowly evolving into a phobia of some sort. You are deprived of and denied the basic rights to enjoy your food as a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These reasons can easily leave you a few thousand dollars richer. IF, and only if you are living in the states of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Malaysian, and you found a lizard in your food, do not bother to even call your lawyer. He'll shout at you and call you a mental sicko before slamming the phone on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's us. We can only sue when matters of life and death or something of equal importance have occurred. Whether it's successful or unsuccessful is another matter altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I ciao, here's an overdue tag. Got tagged by Erisha. Sorry for being so slow! Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Here are the rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Bold are the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Italic are the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Leave the untrue ones in normal font style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tag 5 people to do the same test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) I do not watch TV these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I wear glasses or contact lenses. (ocassionally)&lt;br /&gt;4) I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;5) I have tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;6) I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;7) I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10) I’m totally smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I’ve broken someone’s bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) I’m paranoid sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17) I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) I have worn fake hair/ fingernails/ eyelashes in the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I couldn’t survive without Caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;22) I like the way I look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I am usually pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24) I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&
