<?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-6815819</id><updated>2011-12-05T16:48:28.075+08:00</updated><category term='Funnies'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Gaming'/><category term='Malaysian Law'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='will'/><category term='Eric Clapton'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='CLP'/><category term='Family'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Tech'/><category term='bitch'/><category term='comic'/><category term='Life&apos;s Silly things'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='dog'/><category term='scary'/><category term='ppp'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='vivocity'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>The Evil Mischievous Kitten</title><subtitle type='html'>The Evil Mischievous Kitten</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>511</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-1200113023857911389</id><published>2011-12-05T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T16:48:28.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder about your invitation from Fiona Chin</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;" width="100%" bgcolor="#F4F4F4"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;                   &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;" width="550"&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;     &lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:10px;font-size:10px;line-height:10px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;border:solid 1px #DDDDDD;-moz-border-radius:5px;-webkit-border-radius:5px;border-radius:5px;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="550"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:15px;font-size:15px;line-height:15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;table width="15" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:0px;font-size:0px;line-height:0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="98%" valign="top" align=""&gt;   &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="left"&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.linkedin.com/scds/common/u/img/logos/logo_emails_trans_98x24.png" alt="LinkedIn" border="0" height="24" width="98"&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;     &lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:10px;font-size:10px;line-height:10px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;div&gt; This is a reminder that on November 23, Fiona Chin sent you an invitation to become part of their professional network at LinkedIn. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;" width="100%"&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:12px;font-size:12px;line-height:12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;         &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="1" align=""&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle" bgcolor="#FFE86C" background="http://www.linkedin.com/scds/common/u/img/bg/yellow_button_back.png" style="background:url(http://www.linkedin.com/scds/common/u/img/bg/yellow_button_back.png) repeat-x scroll 100% 0 #FFE86C;background-color:#FFE86C;border:1px solid #E8B463;-moz-border-radius:4px;-webkit-border-radius:4px;border-radius:4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-right:10px;padding-left:10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.linkedin.com/e/-m2awf9-gvt8n0h0-1z/doi/5007308019/I9oL_Gk3/gir_1376233807_1/?hs=false&amp;amp;tok=0UAtFV3CCMul01" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;font-family:Arial;font-weight:bold;color:#333333;white-space:nowrap;display:block;"&gt;Accept Fiona Chin's Invitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:12px;font-size:12px;line-height:12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px dotted #DDDDDD;border-width:1px 0"&gt;   &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;background:#F2FAFF" width="100%"&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:5px;font-size:5px;line-height:5px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="10" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:0px;font-size:0px;line-height:0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px"&gt;                          &lt;div&gt;On November 23, Fiona Chin wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;               &lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; To:  [chinfiona.mist@blogger.com]&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; From: Fiona Chin [fiona@wrapadz.my]&lt;/div&gt;                &lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Subject: Invitation to connect on LinkedIn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;               &gt; I'd like to add you to my professional network on LinkedIn.&lt;br/&gt; &gt; &lt;br/&gt; &gt; - Fiona                     &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="5" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:0px;font-size:0px;line-height:0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:5px;font-size:5px;line-height:5px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;table width="15" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:0px;font-size:0px;line-height:0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:15px;font-size:15px;line-height:15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:5px;font-size:5px;line-height:5px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;width:550px" &gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="color:#999;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:15px"&gt;       &lt;div&gt; You are receiving &lt;b style="color:#666"&gt;Reminder emails for pending invitations&lt;/b&gt;.         &lt;a href="http://www.linkedin.com/e/-m2awf9-gvt8n0h0-1z/dxGXo9Naor5wOOu0vlehXwo68u68FfRXIce6hBe7/goo/chinfiona%2Emist%40blogger%2Ecom/20060/I1745184442_1/?hs=false&amp;amp;tok=2WZu3RD8yMul01"&gt;Unsubscribe.&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;&amp;copy; 2011 LinkedIn Corporation. 2029 Stierlin Ct, Mountain View, CA 94043, USA.&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:1px;font-size:1px;line-height:1px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;                     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-1200113023857911389?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/1200113023857911389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=1200113023857911389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1200113023857911389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1200113023857911389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2011/12/reminder-about-your-invitation-from.html' title='Reminder about your invitation from Fiona Chin'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-5149672114830428353</id><published>2011-11-28T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:06:01.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder about your invitation from Fiona Chin</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;" width="100%" bgcolor="#F4F4F4"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;                   &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;" width="550"&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;     &lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:10px;font-size:10px;line-height:10px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;border:solid 1px #DDDDDD;-moz-border-radius:5px;-webkit-border-radius:5px;border-radius:5px;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="550"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:15px;font-size:15px;line-height:15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;table width="15" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:0px;font-size:0px;line-height:0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="98%" valign="top" align=""&gt;   &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="left"&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.linkedin.com/scds/common/u/img/logos/logo_emails_trans_98x24.png" alt="LinkedIn" border="0" height="24" width="98"&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;     &lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:10px;font-size:10px;line-height:10px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;div&gt; This is a reminder that on November 23, Fiona Chin sent you an invitation to become part of their professional network at LinkedIn. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;" width="100%"&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:12px;font-size:12px;line-height:12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;         &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="1" align=""&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle" bgcolor="#FFE86C" background="http://www.linkedin.com/scds/common/u/img/bg/yellow_button_back.png" style="background:url(http://www.linkedin.com/scds/common/u/img/bg/yellow_button_back.png) repeat-x scroll 100% 0 #FFE86C;background-color:#FFE86C;border:1px solid #E8B463;-moz-border-radius:4px;-webkit-border-radius:4px;border-radius:4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-right:10px;padding-left:10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.linkedin.com/e/-m2awf9-gvjfm3s5-1u/doi/5007308019/I9oL_Gk3/gir_1376233807_0/?hs=false&amp;amp;tok=3ZWUPai9YmkR01" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;font-family:Arial;font-weight:bold;color:#333333;white-space:nowrap;display:block;"&gt;Accept Fiona Chin's Invitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:12px;font-size:12px;line-height:12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px dotted #DDDDDD;border-width:1px 0"&gt;   &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;background:#F2FAFF" width="100%"&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:5px;font-size:5px;line-height:5px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="10" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:0px;font-size:0px;line-height:0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px"&gt;                          &lt;div&gt;On November 23, Fiona Chin wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;               &lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; To:  [chinfiona.mist@blogger.com]&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; From: Fiona Chin [fiona@wrapadz.my]&lt;/div&gt;                &lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Subject: Invitation to connect on LinkedIn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;               &gt; I'd like to add you to my professional network on LinkedIn.&lt;br/&gt; &gt; &lt;br/&gt; &gt; - Fiona                     &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="5" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:0px;font-size:0px;line-height:0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:5px;font-size:5px;line-height:5px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;table width="15" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:0px;font-size:0px;line-height:0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:15px;font-size:15px;line-height:15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:5px;font-size:5px;line-height:5px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;width:550px" &gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="color:#999;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:15px"&gt;       &lt;div&gt; You are receiving &lt;b style="color:#666"&gt;Reminder emails for pending invitations&lt;/b&gt;.         &lt;a href="http://www.linkedin.com/e/-m2awf9-gvjfm3s5-1u/dxGXo9Naor5wOOu0vlehXwo68u68FfRXIce6hBe7/goo/chinfiona%2Emist%40blogger%2Ecom/20060/I1745184442_1/?hs=false&amp;amp;tok=2VEd5qt4gmkR01"&gt;Unsubscribe.&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;&amp;copy; 2011 LinkedIn Corporation. 2029 Stierlin Ct, Mountain View, CA 94043, USA.&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:1px;font-size:1px;line-height:1px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;                     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-5149672114830428353?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/5149672114830428353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=5149672114830428353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5149672114830428353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5149672114830428353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2011/11/reminder-about-your-invitation-from.html' title='Reminder about your invitation from Fiona Chin'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8474525242067873435</id><published>2011-11-23T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:39:01.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation to connect on LinkedIn</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;" width="100%" bgcolor="#F4F4F4"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt; 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  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;" width="100%"&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px"&gt;         &lt;div&gt;           &lt;b style="font-size:16px;margin-right:12px"&gt;From Fiona  Chin&lt;/b&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:6px;font-size:6px;line-height:6px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;            &lt;div style="color:#666666"&gt;Owner at WrapAdz Malaysia Sdn Bhd&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="color:#666666"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:16px;font-size:16px;line-height:16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="border:1px dotted #DDDDDD;border-width:1px 0"&gt;         &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family:Arial;background:#F2FAFF;width:100%" &gt;         &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:4px;font-size:4px;line-height:4px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="5" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:0px;font-size:0px;line-height:0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px"&gt;             &lt;p&gt;               I'd like to add you to my professional network on LinkedIn.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; - Fiona             &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="5" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:0px;font-size:0px;line-height:0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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Mountain View, CA 94043, USA&lt;table width="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="height:1px;font-size:1px;line-height:1px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;              &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;img src="http://www.linkedin.com/emimp/-m2awf9-gvbsauho-22.gif" style="width:1px; height:1px;"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8474525242067873435?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8474525242067873435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8474525242067873435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8474525242067873435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8474525242067873435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2011/11/invitation-to-connect-on-linkedin.html' title='Invitation to connect on LinkedIn'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-5784756423340299351</id><published>2010-06-21T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:21:00.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been legally married, but not traditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm terribly tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really exhausted. I'm busy but I just can't give a damn. my work is piling up in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-5784756423340299351?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/5784756423340299351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=5784756423340299351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5784756423340299351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5784756423340299351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2010/06/dear-all-first-of-all-ive-been-legally.html' title=''/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-1842366422964291813</id><published>2010-03-23T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:10:54.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfitness Progress @ 23 march 2010</title><content type='html'>I did Bootcamp on Saturday (means I rested on Friday) as bootcamp was at 5.45. It was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;the timing I mean&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired after that but it was a good exercise. it wasn't as intensive as I had imagined it would be.. but it was a good type of fun.&lt;br /&gt;DIRTY more than anything else... but after the exercise I felt that I could do so much more.. of course there were times when I felt like pengsanining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a more eviler thing than lunges.. they are called Grunts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are EVIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they work&lt;br /&gt;I need to do more grunts... by the end of this week I'm targeting 20!&lt;br /&gt;I can only currently do 4-6??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about there lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to the gym. and ran about for an hour or so.. at a leisurely pace. just enough to keep my heart rate up and burn them calories while I watched a very interesting show of Phobe in Wonderland. It's VERY good. I would recommend you to watch it.. but i didn't see the ending cause I had an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I weighed myself and I was X+1.5kgs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working so hard but I can't see any results!!! WTH is this all about!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it's alot of water (I did drink alot of water recently) but mebbe it could be water retention??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday I didn't go to gym. tooo depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight I'll kick off work early and head over to the gym for a gruelling session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to kick start my Grunts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-1842366422964291813?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/1842366422964291813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=1842366422964291813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1842366422964291813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1842366422964291813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2010/03/unfitness-progress-23-march-2010.html' title='Unfitness Progress @ 23 march 2010'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-575376959044786457</id><published>2010-03-18T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:35:25.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness UnProgress @ 18 March 2010</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ate Nasi lemak. so Terrible hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think need some rest once in a while lah. can't everyday work out. Although i know it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no weigh in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I'm getting back to my old obsessed self with shoes and bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it! I saw the cutest shoes... Ahhh so cute they are! so pretty too.. I can't wait to get a nice giant cabinet just to put all my shoes in it and a nice place to put my bags too! YEAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-575376959044786457?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/575376959044786457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=575376959044786457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/575376959044786457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/575376959044786457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2010/03/fitness-unprogress-18-march-2010.html' title='Fitness UnProgress @ 18 March 2010'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-1384010302838419534</id><published>2010-03-17T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:22:02.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Progress @ 17 March 2010</title><content type='html'>Tuesday's Weigh in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - 0.2kgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least that's a bit better than +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a homeloan.. you don't want it + you want it -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I ran... I ran alot. i ran so much that this morning my legs were hurting as if someone took a cleaver and dragged it down my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I exaggerate.&lt;br /&gt;i only ran like 35 minutes. Not nearly enough to burn 300 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like.. a milkshake? A nasi lemak has over 2000 calories. That's MANY MANY 35 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question that is begged to be asked is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it WORTH it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasi Lemak = to running 3 hours. (for me lah) That's nearly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore conclusion is I can't afford to eat Nasi Lemak. As I can't burn off the calories eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides.. is it THAT great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. yes.. sometimes you have that craving.. like me.. this morning.. hahaha I ate a small kukus packet of nasi lemak. I HOPE it's about 1000 calories only. It had no chicken.. only one small egg and some ikan bilis and 3 kacang? oh.. and some heavenly sambal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting lazier and lazier EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly believe that my stamina is increasing cause I can maintain what I have been doing... but I'm slightly unable to up my game. I think it's the Pain. my whole body hurts. from my arms.. (I'm so lazy to move them otherwise than gym time) My legs... (I only take the stairs if I have to) my waist, my shoulders, and I've got a pain in my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I want to do my arm exercises, my arms hurt from the beginning, so my level is already like -20%. But it's very strange. Yesterday when i was going to bathe. I felt. Hey! my legs didn't hurt that much.. and my abs doens't hurt that much too.. Terrible! i didn't push it hard enough. I must go do crunches and squats now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the clock it was past 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. better not lah. I need my rest. i've been unable to wake up everymorning. I think my body is too exhausted. But it shouldn't be lo. i don't think i really push myself THAT hard. of course.. it's much harder than previously. so my body needs to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; i can do much more. but i'm just afraid that I can't really walk the next morning.. and do my work. I should just challenge myself right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haihz... Still lazy as ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-1384010302838419534?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/1384010302838419534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=1384010302838419534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1384010302838419534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1384010302838419534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2010/03/fitness-progress-17-march-2010.html' title='Fitness Progress @ 17 March 2010'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-2006770663841222076</id><published>2010-03-16T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:49:01.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Progress @ 16 March 2010</title><content type='html'>Monday Weigh in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X + 0.2kgs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHgGHhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that I went to the Jaya 33 gym yesterday and it was soo cold I couldn't really break sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did have motivation. people there are Fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was doing stretches, there was this one particularly fat girl who had a personal trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. she must be rich cause she had liek 20 sessions??? and all she did was COMPLAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not only complain while doing... that would be okay. She complain and didn't do! at least did very very very very slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a whiner! and that personal trainer I felt was very lewd as he talked about weird things like how he enjoys sadistic other pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a personal trainer.. I believe you must have some respect and now throw sexual innuendos to your clients.. after all you'll be working very closely, including physical proximity. I would feel so terribly harrassed if I had a trainer like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were NO treadmills available last night so I did the floating machine instead. My butt hurts. Jaya 33 sucks.&lt;br /&gt;There is no women's only area.&lt;br /&gt;almost all the machines are "out of service"&lt;br /&gt;my arms got a good workout cause the leg machines didn't work well.&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can ALMOST do 2 pushups. I believe lah. I haven't tried yet. mebbe I will try today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thou my weight increased. I think it's okay. cause i didn't exercise the weekend and I ate a whole lot! But my stamina improved alot. I can go for longer periods of time.... and mentally challenge myself to be better! (at least I sucker myself to believing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still enjoy my hot saunas and warm showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terribly tired this morning. i suspect lack of water. Havne't been drinking enough water i think so. couldn't wake up at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs and arms hurt all the time.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm starting to enjoy the pain. it reminds me of what a good job I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good job =  actually working out instead of just imagining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what today's weigh in will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-2006770663841222076?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/2006770663841222076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=2006770663841222076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2006770663841222076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2006770663841222076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2010/03/fitness-progress-16-march-2010.html' title='Fitness Progress @ 16 March 2010'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8079905342956038383</id><published>2010-03-15T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:41:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Progress @ 15 March 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; - Had 2 pints of beer, and a quarter sandwich and about 8 fries. (I know!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weighed myself. (Wednesday's weight will be X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Friday before work out i was X -0.5 kgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i forgot my shoes, I was barefooted  on the treadmill very very brisk and a small jog. I completed 2miles. without a slow rest. (I'm so happy) everytime I felt my legs were gonna go into dead mode, I sped things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then did some crunches, did some light yoga stretches. toned them evil arms of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFter a nice hot shower, and a sauna session, I was X - 1kgs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was saturday. WEDDING DAY!!! (not mine. It's Jaclyn's Wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din do much. shopped for dress, did my hair.. ate lots during the wedding, had durian, and mango lolo (pretty sure I put on like 2 kgs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday wasn't much better. Din do much except fix up lights, ironed all my clothes (I was very productive) did some work, mopped the floor...those kinda housey stuff. Ate Lala chong, asam fish (omg it's so yummy! you must try it!) and fried rice. they use funny chicken pieces. Must ask them to stop using those chicken in it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure i put on 1 kg there at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't weighed myself so I'll swing by the gym later tonight to do some Monday weigh in.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure it's back to the same weight or more. SAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemind. i'll still work hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8079905342956038383?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8079905342956038383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8079905342956038383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8079905342956038383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8079905342956038383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2010/03/fitness-progress-15-march-2010.html' title='Fitness Progress @ 15 March 2010'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-5740381120862802361</id><published>2010-03-12T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:43:01.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fitness progress</title><content type='html'>SPurred on by Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been weighing my self everyday... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since Wednesday hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday i weighed 1.5kgs less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how that was possible. who cares right? haha. I'm sure I'm just loosing water. once muscles replace the fat, I'll be heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost most of my stamina. I can hardly jog 3km. Proudly i managed to brisk walk until my legs felt like they wanted to drop off, but still continued. Surprisingly, my legs did NOT fall off. Amazing! and it feels better than ever. but my arms hurt like hell. First time I ever in my life pushed past that pain. I usually stop and smell the roses. I might consider doing that again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elipticals for about 30 minutes. Not sure exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Rowed for about 2-3 minutes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it seemed much longer&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;arm/shoulder reps - about 80 ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm wondering if surgery is this painful&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;stretches/ arms/ crunches - 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;brisk walking - 15 minutes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this was the point when I was sure my legs would fall off&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still absolutely HATE squats. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is squats really worth it!?!! IS IT REALLY?! can't I just kill someone so that my legs are thin like Girls Generation and be over and done with?? argh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating 10 pollen a day. an Offset my low nutrients from reduced intake of bad foods. Pollen has no fat content, high nutrient, low calorie. Not filling... but my skin looks brighter and smoother and hair is much shinier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake of foods reduced. Breakfast of oats/ or low fat cereal. No more milo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sad :(. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lunch is Free and easy. I get to eat anything I want. Except deep fried foods. or burgers or fried chicken (which I don't eat anyway) or lots and lots of rice or fries!&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - reduced. Oats/ low fat cereal, small portion of soup noodles(less)  with plenty of vegetables and meat. or whatever else I can find.. Tuna is good too.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will need to increase my stamina before going back for classes. I don't want to pengsan halfway through class. It's bad enough I look like an oversized balloon animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how tonight goes. I already feel terribly lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-5740381120862802361?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/5740381120862802361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=5740381120862802361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5740381120862802361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5740381120862802361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2010/03/my-fitness-progress.html' title='My fitness progress'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-1017690574500454537</id><published>2010-03-12T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:19:41.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little kid</title><content type='html'>Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.. is being an adult that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I thought.. When I grow up and have my own money.. I can buy anything I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you become an adult and work your whole life and realise you never have enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid... I thought that when I grow up.. I can do whatever I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult.. you can do whatever you want.. but it so happens that whatever you want to be doing revolves around... getting more monet to fulfill you first dream.. to buy anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe as an adult we have things a bit wayward and lose our childish dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe as a child we always figured things would be better. I mean.. it had to be right? the Adults seemed to be having such a great time all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. sucks. Being an adult isn't all that great. Neither is being a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time to think about being a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. Who  knows what a fav time they are having!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-1017690574500454537?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/1017690574500454537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=1017690574500454537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1017690574500454537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1017690574500454537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2010/03/little-kid.html' title='A little kid'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-16118952720538975</id><published>2010-03-12T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:13:51.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/S5oFp6lhIuI/AAAAAAAAB6c/cRQCDmOMCFw/s1600-h/wordle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 518px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/S5oFp6lhIuI/AAAAAAAAB6c/cRQCDmOMCFw/s400/wordle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447672916917428962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Wordle. Isn't it pretty?? ^_^ You can get yours too at &lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/"&gt;http://www.wordle.net/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-16118952720538975?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/16118952720538975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=16118952720538975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/16118952720538975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/16118952720538975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2010/03/my-wordle.html' title=''/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/S5oFp6lhIuI/AAAAAAAAB6c/cRQCDmOMCFw/s72-c/wordle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-4233634055070966992</id><published>2010-01-24T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:30:52.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged!</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally I have some time to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after my last post, I was jetsetted off to Bangkok, the land of shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my baht i brought I spent! that was insane... cuase I know if I brought anymore.. I would have spent that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we ate Lunch at Thai MCdonalds where everyone except me had a pork burger... Poor deprived malaysians who don't have pork burgers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went shopping! Our initial day didn't have much result as we only walked int he fancy smancy places.. We just made our customary visits to Siam Paragon.. and other places on the BTW (we had a nice tour of the BTS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had dinner at Cabages and Condoms.. This is a restaurant that is pretty different, seeing that they promote the use of condoms for safe sex here. It's interesting to note that they are not a sleazy place but very community consciouos, focusing on charitable deeds instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, because I was obsessed with getting my suit, i spent the whole early morning looking for one that is cheap (they were all so expensive so I didn't get any!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then San, Jef, Ann and FJ went shopping on their own (only later to find out that they actually went to source the flowers for my proposal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we met up, went to chaktuchak for a momment, (a very brief momment) and then went to have lunch at mos cafe. WHich i didn't quite like their food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed off to platunam market. (OMG i love this!) and bought all sorts of things here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was very very busy shopping.. and forgot that it was my Birthday! Then we booked a dinner place for us. We decided on the old german beerhouse. The ambience was nice and after we ordered, they took our the birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we all Sang the birthday song (oh! ihave to mention that all my friends sang Happy Birthday to me on the BTS too.. it was sooo embarassing!) then Dag had a birthday present for me... and he gave me 3 stalks of flowers. I was qutie surprised! why he give me some flowers?&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I hear jef say Back up plan.. then I was like what back up plan??&lt;br /&gt;Then out came a banner (i have to say I didn't really read the banner then) and then Chun Chieh went on one knee and asked me to marry him. (he also said thank you to ann and jef who helped get the 3 stalks for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO SHOCKED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I said yes.. of course~&lt;br /&gt;Then came the second proposal, with the BIG bouquet of flowers (the flowers were beautiful!)&lt;br /&gt;and I said yes again.. (so many times I have to say yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really really really really shocked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm engaged. I don't know when we'll get registered, or i don't know when we'll get married.. but i'll update you as soon as i know~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the reason why I only posted this up till now .. i've been so busy at work.. i really havne't had the time to blog. P.s. all the pictures are up on facebook anad the videos will be coming soon? (It wasn't me who took the video so I cant' share it with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.. such a whirl wind. i'm so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the actual bouquet came out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-4233634055070966992?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/4233634055070966992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=4233634055070966992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4233634055070966992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4233634055070966992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2010/01/engaged.html' title='Engaged!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-1698434626808806077</id><published>2010-01-14T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:34:11.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Brithday!</title><content type='html'>Okay not yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'll be in Bangkok.. not sure if I'll have a connection.. so to everyone out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you lucky today... that I was born??? so that you have the chance to know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the world's most unabashed person. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the wishes that I've received so far (that's one) and the future wishes that I'll receive (prob another one) hahaha... at LEAST I'm realistic right?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait! lets do it! Lets go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-1698434626808806077?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/1698434626808806077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=1698434626808806077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1698434626808806077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1698434626808806077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2010/01/its-my-brithday.html' title='It&apos;s My Brithday!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-5863720241983948367</id><published>2010-01-07T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:13:23.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Louboutin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.usatoday.net/life/_photos/2007/12/26/louboutin-26x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 185px;" src="http://i.usatoday.net/life/_photos/2007/12/26/louboutin-26x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah crud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have fallen into the TRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TRAP OF REALLY NICE SHOES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself. I think these redsoleshoes.. of Christian Louboutin are absoloutely fabulous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean. look at them. Aren't they just so sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need at least a pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I'll need really nice bag to go with it... i Don't really like the hermes and I think LV monogram print are a bit last season.... ah suckssssss ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shopping bug has bitten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's bitten me BAD! I so badly want to go shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do good to the economy. I want to change my BORING CLOTHESSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bother looking at myself anymore.. sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... Happy NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and erm... guess what? for my birthday this year i'm going to Bangkok! and SHop to my heart's desire. I highly doubt I can afford a louboutain... hahaha. mebbe I'll get a cheap knock off that will bite my toes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mebbe I'll get 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to match my NEW HOUSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha my hosue is fantabulous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you about my kitchen in my new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all.. I need to tell you this. Right after I bought the house.. I bought this fantastic set of knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you may think that knives?? why do you need knives for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY good chef or cook knows that knives are essential to cutting and slicing properly and preparing food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG my knives are Zwilling. they are fabulous. they cut slice and dice like heaven sent. it's as if angels are singing when you are using them! (they make the most wonderful sounds against the chopping board)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough with my amazing knives,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my kitchen was supposed to change it's floor tiles. .. It took me forever.. and a day&lt;br /&gt;to figure out my floor tiles.. I finally decided on a light beigey brown that matched my cupboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I also changed my countertops. I choose a nice white marble look tile. it looks quite grand! (mind you I couldn't afford the per sq ft run of the solid countertop or Marble!)  so the closest I could get was tiling it 2x2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after choosing the countertop.. we realised that we had to change the position of the stove. Okay.. so hacked the wall tiles to change the position of the stove. ... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the wall was hacked.. and they contractor couldn't find the replacement (read really ugly) tiles.. we had to choose wall tiles.. and since we had to choose wall tiles for one wall.. and look starkingly hideous if only one wall was different, we had to do the WHOLE KITCHEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my kitchen has new floors, new counters, and new walls.... but old cabinet doors... which I used for matching my floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that ain't gonna be the case!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally need a new set of kitchen cabinets!... and all the bells and whistles that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. my toilet looks fab too. :D I'm so fabulously talented at choosing tiles now. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-5863720241983948367?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/5863720241983948367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=5863720241983948367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5863720241983948367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5863720241983948367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2010/01/christian-louboutin.html' title='Christian Louboutin'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-2861237229352667901</id><published>2009-11-12T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:33:32.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Haunting Letter</title><content type='html'>You see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a corporate lawyer, with a bit of conveyancing mixed in between here and there. I won't say I'm an expert on it, but I have some experience dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only went to court 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my short call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my long call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my Friend's long call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. appearing with counsel on a capital repayment matter / bailed my client out of court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first 2 times. i was very stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third I was okay. (well duhh.. I was just watching!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fourth I wasn't worried cause I had a partner with me who knew everything so my job was litereally to hold a document and walk into the "chambers" which was my first time entering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and bail.. MY GAWD. that was drama.. I saw a guy (not my client of course) beaten up and bengkak all over!!! all blood everywhere on his clothes.. I felt so sad for him. he was in handcuffs to. haihz. I could never be a criminal lawyer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my client who ihad to bail, was in for a corporate crime. so he was treated nicely. he was wearing nice expensive stuff also (Ceo maahhh he was suddenly told he was "arrested" then taken to court to be tried). so we had to take all his stuff give him some food. and make sure he was okay. I spent a whole day there... doing nothingmuch actually&lt;br /&gt;but it was an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the point of my story is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DUN LIKE LITIGATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it from the bottom of my heart. and all other parts of my heart and soul.. and body..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my firm had some litigation matters done. My job was to ensure that the ltters that come in and out from and to our advising counsel and the respondents' counsel are sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That also I had drama.. cause i don't know what the "papers" were... i tell you this.. after a very embarassing lesson, I made sure everything i sent out was the correct document (thanks to Lichen and Dianne who helps me translate those documents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. recently my letters are exhibits in the respondent's affidavits!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. everyday I get very stressed when I see the opposing counsel's letterhead on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a letter that haunts me everyday&lt;br /&gt;I get 1 or 2 letters now everyday. it's like love letters only that it strikes fear in my every pore. I dread to see those letters. and pray that it's not something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing , i guess is that I don't actually have to reply those letters . (phew) well i do. but not in court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet. I have to say. it's amazing how many letters is sent between our firms. I've never EVER sent and received so many letters before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate litigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm only thankful i don't EVER have to go to court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for that!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-2861237229352667901?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/2861237229352667901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=2861237229352667901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2861237229352667901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2861237229352667901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/11/haunting-letter.html' title='the Haunting Letter'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-4256908787025212631</id><published>2009-11-06T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:49:42.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyscalculia - means I'm dumb and make mistakes</title><content type='html'>Before I begin, let me first tell you this. I'm not whining, I'm not giving excuses, I'm not complaining. I'm just expressing my relief that i found out what's wrong with me. and it's a great relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think i'm being whiny because I didn't try hard enough. You don't know how hard i tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm just imagining things. You don't know how difficult it is to live in a world where you can't trust yourself in what you've written down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm crazy. So have I, all my life until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dyscalculia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a learning disability where you have difficulty in understanding numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out about this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't understand numbers. It's just that I can't seem to see them clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Dyscalculia, is a type of Dyslexia, that instead of words, it affects numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiki pedia says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dyscalculia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyscalculia#Notes"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[p]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;math disability&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Specific_learning_disability" title="Specific learning disability" class="mw-redirect"&gt;specific learning disability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; involving innate difficulty in learning or comprehending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mathematics" title="Mathematics"&gt;mathematics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. It is akin to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyslexia" title="Dyslexia"&gt;dyslexia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and can include confusion about math symbols. Dyscalculia can also occur as the result of some types of brain injury."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prob think. Maths is a subject. if you keep doing it.. you'll get it right eventually. It's all about practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably right. It is about practice. But where normal people have a fair playing field. I just found out that numbers run for me. Sure I know how to plus 2 +2. That's the basic. I understand math.. basic math at least. But when more numbers appear together. It becomes a mess for me. I didn't realise this at first. But now that I look back, my kindergarten teacher and my primary school teachers all have written that i'm "extremely careless in maths" and that i "make silly mistakes". Number tend to "Hide" from me. i don't understand how. I still don't. But at least I know that other people have this problem too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me. I think I'm seeing what I'm seeing. But that is not real. that is not what is there. Its oaky if you don't understand me. but please don't accuse me of being lazy. It's terribly stressful to see something you honestly believe its real. Only to find out it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dyscalculia has several underlying causes. One of the most prominent is a weakness in visual processing. To be successful in mathematics, one needs to be able to visualize numbers and mathematics situations. Students with dyscalculia have a very difficult time visualizing numbers and often mentally mix up the numbers, resulting in what appear to be "stupid mistakes." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another problem is with sequencing. Students who have difficulty sequencing or organizing detailed information often have difficulty remembering specific facts and formulas for completing their mathematical calculations. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Some of the Symptoms of Dyscalculia are&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many students with disabilities have histories of academic failure that contribute to the development of learned helplessness in mathematics. It is important that mathematics instructors recognize the symptoms of dyscalculia and take the necessary measures to help students that are affected. Some of the symptoms are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Students might have spatial problems and difficulty aligning numbers into proper columns.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have trouble with sequence, including left/right orientation. They will read numbers out of sequence and sometimes do operations backwards. They also become confused on the sequences of past or future events&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is true. i'm not making excuses for my poor performance in math, but math was never my forte. I need to make termendous effort just to understand it. and that's when i can get "points" for trying, as more often than not, one number that i've put in would be a number that either wasn't real, or I've mixed them up). Multiplication tables are my absolute worst. It's not that i've not tried to memorise them. I even have a toy multiplication table to help me. This did not help as I still take a long time in asnwering  simple multiplication sums. Longer than most people anyway... that's why i almost never got 100% during primary school when teacher would call out sums and we'd have to write the answer in our books. Every mistake would cause us a "slap" on our palms with a rotan or ruler. More often than not. I would be on the lineup to receive this "slap". It wasn't as if I didn't try. I used to recite it every night before I sleep. But it did not help. I could not get it in time. Eventually I just resorted into clever cheating and copied off my friends to prevent being in the lineup. At least one thing good came out of this. I learnt how to copy things without being seen. I also learnt how to calculate things like if it's 15 + 24. I'll just minus off the 5 and 4, plus 10 and twenty. and plus the nine. and the nine with the thirty. so I'll get thirty nine. i'll round it up to the nearest round number and minus or plus it off. Sounds confusing? i have to because numbers other than 10, 20, etc and single digits make me panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Students typically have problems with mathematics concepts in word problems, confuse similar numbers (e.g., 7 and 9; 3 and 8), and have difficulty using a calculator.&lt;/li&gt;I don't actually have a problem using a calculator, at least a normal calculator and not a scientific one. But that's becuase I've trained my fingers to get accustomed to where the numbers are placed. I only memorise numbers based on the pattern of how it forms. like 1351 - forms a triangle. that's how i memorise phone numbers as well. on the  pattern. If I have to recall that number, I'll just trace the pattern, and attach the numbers to it. It's easier that way. I know most people don't do that. But that's what i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is common for students with dyscalculia to have normal or accelerated language acquisition: verbal, reading, writing, and good visual memory for the printed word. They are typically good in the areas of science (until a level requiring higher mathematics skills is reached), geometry (figures with logic not formulas), and creative arts. &lt;/li&gt;I have a good imagination too. Apparently because of our lack of numerical agility, our brains work differently. We have some sort of weirdness that is very particular to sound when we concentrate, and that we are very easily distracted. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Students have difficulty with the abstract concepts of time and direction (e.g. inability to recall schedules, and unable to keep track of time). They may be chronically late. &lt;/li&gt;I will not use this as an excuse. I'm just late. I never knew why I was always late for school and stuff. I thought it's becuase i don't like to go to school. and that i didn't like going to places early and waiting for people. Perhaps this is still a problem with me. I can be early too if I make a conscious effort to do so. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mistaken recollection of names. Poor name/face retrieval. Substitute names beginning with same letter. &lt;/li&gt;Yes. I do this all the time. Lawrence becomes William. If your name is Lisa, i'd probably think you're Lydia. I cannot remember a face. If you ask me to describe how someone looks like i can only give you his characteristics. I have no idea how he or she looks like. I can identify if you show me his/her picture. But in my head I cannot imagine how he/she looks like. I can tell you that he wears glasses, has long hair, thin frame, looks like a prawn, or acts in a certain way. etc etc. But it's a complete blank. Yes. I cannot remember family member's faces either. But I can associate faces quickly. Like if someone looks lke someone else. It's strange. i cannot picture their faces but I can tell you that they look like someone else. Don't ask me how. I cannot till today figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Students have inconsistent results in addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. Students have poor mental mathematics ability. They are poor with money and credit and cannot do financial planning or budgeting (e.g. balancing a checkbook). Short term, not long term financial thinking. May have fear of money and cash transactions. May be unable to mentally figure change due back, the amounts to pay for tips, taxes, etc &lt;/li&gt;Perhaps... perhapss.. perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When writing, reading and recalling numbers, these common mistakes are made: number additions, substitutions, transpositions, omissions, and reversals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May be unable to comprehend or "picture" mechanical processes. Lack "big picture/ whole picture" thinking. Poor ability to "visualize or picture" the location of the numbers on the face of a clock, the  geographical locations of states, countries, oceans, streets, etc. &lt;/li&gt;as explained earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poor memory for the "layout" of things.  Gets lost or disoriented easily. May have a poor sense of direction, loose things often, and seem absent minded. May have difficulty grasping concepts of formal music education. Difficulty sight-reading music, learning fingering to play an instrument, etc.&lt;/li&gt;I could NEVER sight read. I would PRETEND to sight read. It was very difficult. I would remember only one note. the C. and guess my way up and down depending on how it looks like on the music sheet.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. i used to be horrible in my sight reading. I still can't do it today. i have to write down each and every note, and memorise the sequence. I love music. But I can't sight read. I really can't. I didn't know this was a symptom. But it sure explains why I always failed at my sight reading tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May have poor athletic coordination, difficulty keeping up with rapidly changing physical directions like in aerobic, dance, and exercise classes. Difficulty remembering dance step sequences rules for playing sports.&lt;/li&gt;i can play sports, if i do repetitive things, like punching, cycling, or things on my own, like belly dancing, or body pump. I have NEVER successfully finished a bodyjam or bodystep class. I could not understand the steps. Even if it was shown to me 1,2,3,4,5 etc.... I will almost always foul up the steps. If you know me you know I NEVER go for those classes. I'm too embarrased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Like I said. It's not an excuse. Honest. It just feels soo good. to finally know that I don't have a split personality that causes me to make mistakes at work, or at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's feels soo good that when i'm reading the lists of symptoms at various websites. I can identify with so many that I cry. I'm not sure why I cry. But it's as if someone has just written out my life story. and why i have had so much of trouble in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. sure.. it's just MATHS... it's just numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. i understand that you dun understand. It's not just about numbers. It's about being potentially wrong all the time and you just don't know why. You're being put down as being lazy and not trying hard enough when you do. you're always accused of being silly and stupid for making mistakes. not being careful enough. Not making enough checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. I need to always check myself. Sometimes, even after 3 checks, I still can't see the problem.&lt;br /&gt;it appears right to me. How can I fix a problem which is right to me? I have no idea. but I do try. I try everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iused to think that i'm not meticulous enough. That I need to be more meticulous. Yes. I know i'm not meticulous. and i need to be more meticulous I know this. So please forgive me while i try. It's terribly hard for me to be meticulous. Some people are born that way. I was just born the OTHER way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a child, and if he or she has trouble with numbers, please understand that its not because he or she doenst' want to. I'm sure they would love to be math proficient like everyone else. I'm sure he or she would love to say "right" and really mean "right and not left" and not second guess their answer. I'm sure he or she would love to hand in their work worrying if the answers are wrong or not. I'm sure they would love to be in music class and not squich at the thought of having sight reading next. I'm pretty darn sure he or she would love to be able to follow the steps in a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have been blessed. My phone numbers are easy to remember, and all my important numbers too. but yes, everyday is a battlefield. and for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, to me, data entry, is a daunting task. Something even i can't do right. but at least now that I know what it is. I can take steps to be more careful. concentrate and try my best to be calm. I find that it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm making excuses for being lazy. Please just leave me alone. Thank you. I appreciate it very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-4256908787025212631?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/4256908787025212631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=4256908787025212631&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4256908787025212631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4256908787025212631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/11/dyscalculia-means-im-dumb-and-make.html' title='Dyscalculia - means I&apos;m dumb and make mistakes'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-6862438975191453386</id><published>2009-10-15T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:34:37.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Cough* *cough* x 1 million</title><content type='html'>i've been having this terribly annoying cough that has been plaguing my existence for the past 1 and a half weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT first it was just a dry cough, followed by some green horrid phelgm. It was terrible. I was coughing the whole day and night. amazingly I didn't have a sore troath. However I did get bouts of fever. It wasn't very horrible for the first week as i managed to control it with some lingzhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I came back to work on the second week. My colleague was down with a bad case of FEVER, COUGH and SORE THROAT. Sucks. so I took in an extra dose of EVILNESS when I'm already on the border of good vs. evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hit like a ton of bricks. Wham bam. I was knocked out and confirmed I had a fever looming over my head. But my mum said "No fever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ALWAYS the case. I always think I have a fever, but someone always tells me i don't.&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe it's my layers of impenetrable fats that make the heat not noticable from the outside epidermis. But it's Hot insideeee... i'm burning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I refused to see a doctor and didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, I couldn't sleep. my cough kept me (and my family) up all night. so I finally went to the doctors. Since i already had a record at sunway medical, i thought I might as well go back there. And it's on the frist floor of specialists. I dunno where is the general practicioners. and they said why don't you see a ENT instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I said. if you don't have a gp, then erm. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was coughing my lungs out, while I waited in the nice hotel like hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting, (there seems to be a lot of people coughing) Mr. Koay, the ENT that attended to me asked me what was wrong. I told him all of the above, but less detail and drama (sore throat ok.... painful to talk) then he said.. okay i'm gonna spray some stuff in your nose. and amazingly my nose cleared up!! i dunno what it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen he took a camera scope thingie and shoved it down my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS really really strange and uncomfortable.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ergh. I can't imagine if it was my the butt. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that would be unimaginably uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, he took pictures of my insides to show me how my insides look like (cause my eyes were closed from the weird strange feeling). I had some swelling on the back of my nose which explained soreness. he also heard my lungs and said I'm good to go. He also added that Aircond - not below 26 as the cold air will aggravate my cough. Further not to lie down as that will make me cough more. No WONDER when I sleep i coughed so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUcks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole procedure? plus parking is RM229!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he din even give me a discount! Where is this medical officers renumeration order eh... is there a no discount rule ah. are they free to charge whatever they like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY goodness. I see everyone there paying easily and i'm like.. WTH A doctor issue you a bill and you pay, a lawyer issue you a bill and you want discount. UNFAIR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think I'll down a bottle of lingzhi this week to cross out the bad effects of the meds. I have no idea what is in them. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he din even give me cough syrup or lozenges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-6862438975191453386?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/6862438975191453386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=6862438975191453386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6862438975191453386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6862438975191453386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/10/cough-cough-x-1-million.html' title='*Cough* *cough* x 1 million'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-1772245810081383630</id><published>2009-09-06T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:34:54.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Palms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqOMgf7XU_I/AAAAAAAAB5o/40MwGLyImEU/s1600-h/Image0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqOMgf7XU_I/AAAAAAAAB5o/40MwGLyImEU/s400/Image0100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378296869964698610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Palms are considered VERY good Fengshui plants. And since San was moving out of her current house which have a whole ton of red palms, and we're moving to a new house, we naturally thought of getting some red palms from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE however... RED PALMS are very difficult to 'cut/chop/hack/sever/saw/cangkul' out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see we had PROJECT 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to dig project 1, from the ground. it was tiring...... dag did it the whole 30 minutes.. we used all sorts of tools, including a big chopper, cangkul, saw, hack, hammer, hunting knife..... hehe it was terribly tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started my own little project side. (San's mum said that this one was easier to sever so we did that instead). That came out pretty suceessfully but JE'fs "no roots" palm was declared a "sure die palm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Dag abandoned Project 1 and went for Project 2, after San's DAD came out and declared all our small palms, all "sure die palm" and in addition to that, San's aunt added that "so small take forever also won't be big!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 2 was a MUCH bigger PLant. as you can see above. they sawed, chopped, chiseled away at the connecting roots. Dag tried to see if the plant would come off if he pushed it enough, and the plant slit itself. (we then declared the 100% survive to 50% survive)  to finally Jef running around to break off the root... which it happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we transported it in the car.... brought it home... and planted it...&lt;br /&gt;and one week later it DIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Project one is still alive and well. (will take pictures when it's more alive. ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Job from the boys.. we were lucky we didn't do it in the night as we initially planned as it was a REALLY REALLY difficult job. they might think we were chopping a person up and planting him in the ground by the sounds of it!! San and I laughed a great deal. IT was hilarious! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad we didn't get videos.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-1772245810081383630?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/1772245810081383630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=1772245810081383630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1772245810081383630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1772245810081383630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/09/red-palms.html' title='Red Palms'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqOMgf7XU_I/AAAAAAAAB5o/40MwGLyImEU/s72-c/Image0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-4327773945618115031</id><published>2009-09-05T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:01:01.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own Fail picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKK3pb9mVI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/C1PCjzp8DYE/s1600-h/Image0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKK3pb9mVI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/C1PCjzp8DYE/s400/Image0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378013593654368594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken in the KWSP in Kelana Jaya, in the LIFT waiting area on the mebbe 3rd floor?? hehehe you can see the lift lights on both sides. LOL. Just in case you don't know what that yellow picture is.. it's a NO PARKING HERE - CLAMPING ZONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-4327773945618115031?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/4327773945618115031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=4327773945618115031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4327773945618115031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4327773945618115031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/09/my-own-fail-picture.html' title='My own Fail picture.'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKK3pb9mVI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/C1PCjzp8DYE/s72-c/Image0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8087797664141926024</id><published>2009-09-05T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:58:44.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuching Trip (backdated)</title><content type='html'>First of all,&lt;br /&gt;this is a backdated post cause I finally managed to take the pictures out of my phone (thanks to chunchieh's help)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a post about the wonderful Kuching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Client, was gracious enough to bring us around Kuching everynight that we were there. One night we went to the Kuching Festival, thinking they'll be lots of Kuching things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately! the night was full of chinese singing (not that great!) and weird expo shows showing things like fake crocs, mops, and wedding bridal shoots. Nothing about the handicraft of Kuching at all! My client was VERY upset that they did that and the food showcased was more international than anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKInMuXPVI/AAAAAAAAB5I/kuIRtZd9d3Q/s1600-h/Image0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKInMuXPVI/AAAAAAAAB5I/kuIRtZd9d3Q/s400/Image0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378011112045755730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my clients and my colleauge.. (hehehe) they didn't know I took a picture of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKIOg-76II/AAAAAAAAB4Q/GwqBFcaT314/s1600-h/Image0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKIOg-76II/AAAAAAAAB4Q/GwqBFcaT314/s400/Image0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378010687987247234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room at the 360 hotel. Not bad. very spacious. I had one double twin and one queen. the Room was big but there was no wifi. (crazy) the whole building used to be a condo unit and now they switched it to smaller hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKIm_YlZTI/AAAAAAAAB5A/i2RIDWpzscI/s1600-h/Image0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKIm_YlZTI/AAAAAAAAB5A/i2RIDWpzscI/s400/Image0087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378011108464747826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very different and flffy 'oh chen' or oyster pancake in Kuching. this wasn't done well. FAR too oily (my camera has no macro/micro function...... so sad! I cannot take nice food pictures anymore as it can't focus.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKImVLWEmI/AAAAAAAAB44/Gt1pgB0emfY/s1600-h/Image0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKImVLWEmI/AAAAAAAAB44/Gt1pgB0emfY/s400/Image0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378011097134928482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKIQFdOV7I/AAAAAAAAB4w/4_DJTvdFnHU/s1600-h/Image0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKIQFdOV7I/AAAAAAAAB4w/4_DJTvdFnHU/s400/Image0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378010714957830066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there were a lot of nice orchids.. but they were imported from TAIWAN!!! wth right? at the Kuching festival??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKIPYL4gZI/AAAAAAAAB4g/pwWXdzl3R14/s1600-h/Image0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKIPYL4gZI/AAAAAAAAB4g/pwWXdzl3R14/s400/Image0081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378010702805500306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mua chee was of various flavours. VERY yummy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKIO5iK5vI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/S8QgIGm26T0/s1600-h/Image0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKIO5iK5vI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/S8QgIGm26T0/s400/Image0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378010694577481458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the reason WHY I decided to turn my hair into the current "bombed" state it is. Nice right??? Save for my funny smile I think my hair looks absolutely fantastic. hehehe. But Pleaseee dun get any ideas. My hair currently looks as if a colony of rats decided to take refuge on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOOOOO UPSET that my hair is not like that O_o. *bawls*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8087797664141926024?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8087797664141926024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8087797664141926024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8087797664141926024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8087797664141926024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/09/kuching-trip-backdated.html' title='Kuching Trip (backdated)'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SqKInMuXPVI/AAAAAAAAB5I/kuIRtZd9d3Q/s72-c/Image0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8628021053405923864</id><published>2009-08-13T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:49:14.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 500th Post!</title><content type='html'>Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting up recently, here goes in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.s. My phone died on my and I bought the cheapest hopefully long lastingest phone. Nokia xpressmusic cheap phone (the one for RM499) but terrible... I don't know how to load the pictures into my computer.. I've been trying but I can't figure it out.. so you'll have to deal with no pictures~! Sorry!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Kuching Trip - which led to something drastic ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyyear, or so what my client tells me ( she's the MOST fabulous host in the entirest universe) my client will do a corporate exercise that will enable us, her lawyers, to travel to Kuching, purchase those delectable coloured layered cakes, drink the 3 layered teas, and eat the oil laden kolo mee and sarawak laksa (I prefer the kolo mee to the sarawak laksa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wonderful guest, noted to us that as Women, we don't go for the 'normal' entertainment, so she brought us to do what most women love to do... SHOP!&lt;br /&gt;We went fish shopping. There's this one place where with bought the expensive "white bawal" but it's not white bawal but looks like it. It's the high class version of it. Me not know the chinese name of it. This place is really cool as they lay out all the fishes, and seafood for you on ice... in a refridgerator for you to pick. But don't be fooled. If you think that because it ain't swimming, it ain't fresh.. you've got to be joking! I bet these fishes were swimming freely in the seas less than 24 hours ago and taste must better! Yummylicious! We had soem bamboo clams (these weren't that great) and Sarawak Oh Chen. Apparently Sarawakians didn't know they had a 'unique' oh chen. If you dont' know what this Oh Chen is, it's Fried oyster pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Oyster pancake, if you didn't know, is one of my favourite foods to hunt for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarawak Fried Oyster is Fried to a fluffy and crispy goodness. Very little ohchen is actually used. and served like how a pizza is served. in traingular slices. it's quite yummy but terribly oily. and it's I THINK or feel. Similar is nature to the Hakka dish, "pok chang" where we fry "wo wo choi" or that long green almost like spring onion but not into a pancake because!! the Sarawakians drip their oh chen in Soy sauce. Don't ask me why I call it "wo wo choi" but that's it's name okay.. -_- I didn't just make that up because I was a small kid and it was easier to remember it's name if it's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.. Soy Sauce. They sauce of Hakka people. You can tell how Hakka the person is by the soy sauce they use. If they put soy sauce in their porridge before tasting it. He's Hakka. If he puts it in his fried rice of noodles... he's Hakka.. but you know what? I may be overgeneralising things.. but you know that he's really hakka when.. eating "zhong" or "bachang" to the hokkiens, you know that triangular shaped lotus/bamboo leaf wrapped sticky rice with beans and pork and the salted egg init with SOY SAUCE!! hehehe. You just NEED to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please don't confuse Hakka people with the HAKA, i.e. the war cry of the Maori? NewZealanders when they dance. (think the All Black's dance of intimidation)&lt;br /&gt;Hakka people are wanderers, nomads of the Chinese who have no place of origin. It's like the Penan people of Sarawak. Who by the way are starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. now where was I? Sarawak. okay Sarawak is cool. Unfortunately Haze rages on Even on the east. I blame people who is doing open burning. Please people.. it's not the indonesians.. it's the people who "under the guise of the haze... proceed to their own open burnings on their own because no one can see it anyway!" i know this cause my neighbour does it!!! The problem is that when we call the Department of environment.. they are very RED tapey. blah blah blah fill up form, blah give statement.. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!! If we call you. COME OVER and catch them in the ACT lah!!! OBVIOUSLY. why need so much statements for. you see smoke. it's OPEN burning. CATCH them Fine them throw their SORRY asses in jail! or better yet. lock them in a room with few holes and smoke them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Kuching. I love East Malaysia. I think everyone there is 10 million times nicer. I think KL people are HORRIBLY unfriendly. -_-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oaky anyway besides shopping, and eating my client brought us for a hair wash ( we are women after all and we can't resist a hair wash) So! they blew my hair in BIG curls. IT was simply WONDERFUL. I loved it alot&lt;br /&gt;so the next weekend after i am back in KL. i decided to curl my HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOpe. No pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT"S HORRIBLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm resorting to tying up my hair&lt;br /&gt;until it grows back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they thinned my hair till if I was to bunch it all up it's thinner than my thumb. that's really thin because my hair used to be the size of my wrist. No joke. My hair is Long, lushcious, and luxurious.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a mess of Frizzy tangles and Manic stress.  Gaswh. I really should have done it. But I know what I should have done Spend 600 bucks at my friend's salon. Her haid is BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.. SUCK! I really regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway so that was my Kuching adventure that led to my perming and damaging my hair beyond saving. it has split ends. I never had split ends. the WORLD is coming to the end... the END i tell you... the END!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.. I hate my frizzy hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! somwhere in July, ChunChieh and I decided to look around for houses that were available. Just looking not looking for anything in particular. It was quite crazy. He was in bangkok and I just came back from... erm. Somewhere. I can't remember where but I remember I was outstation. i think Johor.. anyway! we were skyping online (yes.. modern day couples do that... we skype.. it's FREE.. and we love things that are free!)  and i said. Putra heights is on the way back from the airport. Lets go look at it when I pick you up later. that was the day we decided that we wanted to look at houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when I picked him up, we saw the Putra heights. Not too bad.. a Bit pricey and it reminded us of USJ... and was quite far away... so we werne't too hapyp about it. then we drove around sommore. then found Putra Avenue. It was really nice. at least I thought so. he loved the area as well. and saw a house that I thought was really nice. so we had a look see at the "houses under renovation and that were open" hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;It was very pretty... but also pretty pricey! so we decided to make an appointment with the agent the coming saturday to view more houses and the insides ( we only looked from the outsides most of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday ( which was I think 3-4 days after our first day) we saw the houses. Not that great until we saw GARNET Type Y. OMG it has a courtyard in the middle of the staircase! Absolutely fantastic! I coudlnt' believe it. It was my almost dream house! it was really pretty and GIGANTUS! but the asking price for that house was RM530k.  Out of the budget x2!! Our budget was 300k below. Well with that no go on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to look elsewhere. I suggested Bukit Jelutong. cause my friend EEvon lived there and the area looked very peaceful and nice (much like Putra Avenue.. just minus the highway)&lt;br /&gt;So we made a trip to Bukit Jelutong some random night.  and he loved the area! (I already love the area soo it doesn't matter) so we looked around the area.. and saw massively large teres houses. We called up and asked them what was the asking price. RM490 - Rm580. yikes! EXPENSIVO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove to another area.. and saw a smaller type house (we figure it's where the people who start out in BJ stay) so we checked the pricing... it's about RM380k. Not too bad so we decided to go back and cehck online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came to a site where he specialises in Bukit Jelutong - Vincent Yim - really nice guy.. I'll tell you why in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in his website I see this unsold house so I said can I view this house?? he says. that's a crappy house. no one wants it cause it's too expensive. I won't recommend you to buy it. (I won't say which house it is here... later some day the owner finds out) anyway.. he said. BUT! I just got this one house today. to be put up for sale. fully renovated. they just moved out. has everything. move in condition.  I was like GREAT! when can I see it? he said. when are you free? I said. WEekend can? he said sure. (mind you this was a wednesday) then he added. it's a really ERALLY good house and I'm sure it'll be taken up the momment I show it to people.&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo temped to see it right terhe and then. I was really tempted to see it! you can as chunchieh! Anyway, because we were both busy.. and so was Vincent, we only managed to see the houses on SAturday. with Jef and San, because they liked to see houses too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before we saw the house, we saw tons of other YUCKY houses.&lt;br /&gt;Yucky house number one we called the CHEESY house. the floors. WERE ALL STICKY! and we had to walk barefoot inside. theere was a couple living there. and the house was HORRIBLE. it was sticky and smelly and we felt was full of cheese. It was the CHEESY house. We coudn't imagine how these people could live in a cheesy house on a mattress and the floors were sticky... like so disgusting! after looking at cheesy house we were really grossed out. But we still went to lookat other hosues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw the "smaller than airasia toilet house" the MAster bedroom toilet is SO small that when JEF sat on the toilet bowl, his knees touched the floor. his elbows touched the sink and if he were to lift his handsup he could reach the water hose for the water heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. this is the smallerst master bedroom toilet in the whole world. and you know what the agent said? - some people like small toilets. -_- FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we also went to this other hosue where there was a Crack in the wall - agent said "house no ventilation... cracks will appear" and then.. the best "kong ku wah" is "no.. that's not termites.. it's some sort of WOOD eating bug" lol. TERMITE LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were quite dejected. by these nonsenseness. We then met up with vincent to see this house (oh I should add that we visited this house 2 times just to see where it was in the middle of the night during the week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was REALLY NICE. save for the ugly tiles -_- .. who has pink or yellow  (see it's so ugly that we don't know what ugly colour it is) tiles on the living room floor that is rough????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway howwwww, it comes with laminated flooring, a full kitchen, with fujioh cooking hob (the wife loved to cook) alarm system, built in cabinets, spiral staircase, extended kitchen and plaster ceilings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oaky some stuff needs to be sorted out. but it's really nice already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we took the house. that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. it took us 2 weeks to find a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note - we were the first person to view the house. and we took it. We were so afraid other people would take it. Yes agent had us around his fingers. but you should have seen Cheesy House and Airport toilet house. and Ventilation House. It was horrid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to Ara damansara and looked at houses. hehehehhe. Rita Wong. that's the person you have to look if you're looking for great houses in ara damansara. She has the jalan for the best houses. but ara damansara is SUPER expensive. SUPER !! starts at 600k or more I think. the one we saw was 650k. fully furnished. or something liike that. but it was next to an ugly wood house. Yuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So soon we'll have a house in Bukit Jelutong! YEAY! I'll be moving out of the crazi Subang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and Baby Isabel can walk!! YEAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I think I'm done updating for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on my way to kcuhing.. :D I flew FIRST CLASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh baby.. I never flew first class before! YEAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was certainly an amazing experience. I ate like A PIG. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know they have proper cutlery (OMG i'm so jakun) and give you GLASSes of water, and although it's not glass plates, it's not in thin plastic/aluminium either.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i loved it! it was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that returning we st economy. sucks. i was sooo jealous of the people in first class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STINKERS!!! ooopps. I mean business class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want people to be jealous of me! hehehehe call me a stinker in a very jealous slit eye way.. and nose must scringe a bit. and almost scowl. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8628021053405923864?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8628021053405923864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8628021053405923864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8628021053405923864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8628021053405923864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/08/happy-500th-post.html' title='Happy 500th Post!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-3238565633611244784</id><published>2009-07-22T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:07:02.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Foot Giant Snake Found Dead at Warehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uqg3Pg2M9WU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uqg3Pg2M9WU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Foot Giant Snake Found Dead at Warehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(self explanatory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about not posting anything for the longest time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-3238565633611244784?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/3238565633611244784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=3238565633611244784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/3238565633611244784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/3238565633611244784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/07/50-foot-giant-snake-found-dead-at.html' title='50 Foot Giant Snake Found Dead at Warehouse'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8240541328262364649</id><published>2009-05-27T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:16:20.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminator: Salvation Review</title><content type='html'>First of all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this movie killed my obsession with Christian Not so gorgeous Bale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's becoming more like Tom Cruise. where he is absolutely in LOVE with himself. you can see it in his eyes.. its all about him him him.. BLAH. Boring lah when an actor becomes self obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Marcus Wright. you see? now that's acting. He's cool and his face is half shiny. he's actually dealing with a lot of self issues.. yet it doens't show howmuch he loves himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is John Connor... you are the Resistance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give it up with the BRANDING!! do you think you are what.. Paris Hilton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what crap was he spouting about being human blah blah blah being better than computers. Nonsense! he should just say. I'm saving Kyle Reese my father. balh blah or else I won't be here.. blah.... i'm a selfish fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of COURSE in the end the signal was a homing beacon (opps.. that was a spoiler) hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the computers were AMAZING!! must give props to them. I like the Motorobots, the harvester (humongous and indestructable thing) and the T-800. it doens't destruct! not molten lava.. not freezing it.. OMG i would love a computer like that. Then I wouldn't have to worry about dropping my laptop all the time... or reformatting it.. Amazing that skynet doens't get any virusses.. seeing that it's a big computer and all. or that it faces any downtime.. or 'server offline' mebbe these are all human errors.. if computers run the whole place then we won't ever have viruses or offline nonsense. then my screen won't crack, or have dead pixels.. is that possible? I don't think so! LIARS!!! give me a mobile phone that is indescructable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is a GUEST appearance by a well known Californain Mayor! huhuhuh.. I think it's some guy who looks like him or else some plastic looking guy. mebbe a wax figurine? quite robotic tho the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. term of the century.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8240541328262364649?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8240541328262364649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8240541328262364649&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8240541328262364649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8240541328262364649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/05/terminator-salvation-review.html' title='Terminator: Salvation Review'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-6160118832793808480</id><published>2009-05-26T11:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:12:27.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TErmination Salvation Premier! Shiok!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/Shtngmnx3UI/AAAAAAAAB3o/AMAM-yeh6BM/s1600-h/terminator-salvation-20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/Shtngmnx3UI/AAAAAAAAB3o/AMAM-yeh6BM/s400/terminator-salvation-20093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339975592998722882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/ShtqGs0u9bI/AAAAAAAAB3w/e-pwU1ZywWQ/s1600-h/n551338624_2407093_7836823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/ShtqGs0u9bI/AAAAAAAAB3w/e-pwU1ZywWQ/s400/n551338624_2407093_7836823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339978446521955762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this starbucks wielding guy.. I get to each the premier of Terminator: Salvation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's Terminator : Salvation about? Have no freaking clue. all i know is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN BALE IS THERE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff sed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-6160118832793808480?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/6160118832793808480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=6160118832793808480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6160118832793808480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6160118832793808480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/05/termination-salvation-premier-shiok.html' title='TErmination Salvation Premier! Shiok!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/Shtngmnx3UI/AAAAAAAAB3o/AMAM-yeh6BM/s72-c/terminator-salvation-20093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8605977770960502155</id><published>2009-05-20T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:00:55.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft Cibai (no.. i'm not vulgar... Microsoft is!)</title><content type='html'>In January 2007,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that was a long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft launched a software called Microsoft Cibai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following extract is taken from their research website&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div class="title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://research.microsoft.com/apps/pubs/default.aspx?id=78035&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cibai: An abstract interpretation-based static analyzer for modular analysis and verification of Java classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="byLine"&gt;Francesco Logozzo&lt;br /&gt;January 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We introduce Cibai a generic static analyzer based on abstract interpretation for the modular analysis and verification of Java classes. We present the abstract semantics and the underlying abstract domain, a combination of an aliasing analysis and octagons. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; We discuss some implementation issues, and we compare Cibai with similar tools, showing how Cibai achieves a higher level of automation and precision while having comparable performances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Double LOLZ. They JUST named it CIBAI!!! like not like Computing Interface Big Ahhh I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part is they COMPARE cibai with similar tools showing how Cibai achieves a higher level of automation and precision while having comparable performances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a reasearch on cibai itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if this whole post sounds very vulgar ( to those not knowing... cibai is a slang term in Malaysia in hokkien that means the vagina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've always known what Microsoft stands for... perhaps that's why he did the whole 'Research?' hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly people at microsoft!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the tech people in Microsoft saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh thank goodness my cibai is working  today. Yesterday it was acting up and almost crashed. I think I need an upgrade. Can lend me yours ah?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8605977770960502155?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8605977770960502155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8605977770960502155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8605977770960502155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8605977770960502155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/05/microsoft-cibai-no-im-not-vulgar.html' title='Microsoft Cibai (no.. i&apos;m not vulgar... Microsoft is!)'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-4791706461302650207</id><published>2009-05-08T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:07:37.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40th  Malaysia/Singapore Bench &amp; Bar Games 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SgPaArzrTyI/AAAAAAAAB3I/8YROj5LQxXI/s1600-h/img_0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SgPaArzrTyI/AAAAAAAAB3I/8YROj5LQxXI/s400/img_0139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333346089031126818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40th  Malaysia/Singapore Bench &amp;amp; Bar Games 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won!!! YEAY!!&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/6815819-4791706461302650207?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/4791706461302650207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=4791706461302650207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4791706461302650207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4791706461302650207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/05/40th-malaysiasingapore-bench-bar-games.html' title='40th  Malaysia/Singapore Bench &amp; Bar Games 2009'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SgPaArzrTyI/AAAAAAAAB3I/8YROj5LQxXI/s72-c/img_0139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-4232964481364979946</id><published>2009-04-13T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:42:45.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiona.my</title><content type='html'>Welcome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I finally get my own domain name... Fiona.my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can still access me at my old domain, i.e. chinfiona1.blogspot.com But for all future references.. you can now direct your bookmark at Fiona.my! isnt' that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can email me to .. at princess @ fiona.my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want a fiona.my email address (I can't imagine why you wouldn't want one.. ;) ) let me know and I'll hook you up with fantastic @ fiona.my or anonymous @ fiona.my&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let me know what you think of my new place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome.. and make yourself at home. As you can see I've got a new pacman game.. and some adsense things going on the side (Google makes it so easy to put their ads on) I can't figure out many things yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what else you need or want to see on this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-4232964481364979946?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/4232964481364979946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=4232964481364979946&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4232964481364979946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4232964481364979946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/04/fionamy.html' title='Fiona.my'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-2391946096872545505</id><published>2009-04-06T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:18:04.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid to Impregnant neighbour - tried 72 times but failed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SdnSmxB71lI/AAAAAAAAB10/RJaGyFvya3U/s1600-h/Trying_LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SdnSmxB71lI/AAAAAAAAB10/RJaGyFvya3U/s400/Trying_LOL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321515998153266770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! i can't believe that these people actually did it... mebbe it's a BIG APril fools joke! ahaha but it is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral (as amended)  of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before engaging in a contract with another person.. ensure that you conduct due diligence on his background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HahaHahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-2391946096872545505?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/2391946096872545505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=2391946096872545505&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2391946096872545505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2391946096872545505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/04/paid-to-impregnant-neighbour-tried-72.html' title='Paid to Impregnant neighbour - tried 72 times but failed!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SdnSmxB71lI/AAAAAAAAB10/RJaGyFvya3U/s72-c/Trying_LOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-9023311189376162342</id><published>2009-03-20T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:23:32.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Installing Husband 1.0</title><content type='html'>For the techies.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INSTALLING A HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tech Support, &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a&lt;br /&gt;distinct&lt;br /&gt;slowdown in overall system performance -- particularly in the flower and&lt;br /&gt;jewellery applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as&lt;br /&gt;Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5 and then installed undesirable&lt;br /&gt;programs&lt;br /&gt;such as AFL 5.0, The Ashes 3.0, and Golf Clubs 4.1.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the&lt;br /&gt;system. I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no&lt;br /&gt;avail.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Signed, Desperate&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.........................................................&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Desperate:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;First keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while&lt;br /&gt;Husband1.0&lt;br /&gt;is an Operating System.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please enter the command: 'http: I Thought You Loved Me.HTML and try to&lt;br /&gt;download Tears 6.2. Don't forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update. If that&lt;br /&gt;application works as designed, Husband 1.0 should automatically run&lt;br /&gt;applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But remember, overuse of the above applications can cause Husband 1.0 to&lt;br /&gt;default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will download the Snoring Loudly Beta.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the&lt;br /&gt;background that will eventually seize control of all your system&lt;br /&gt;resources).&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also, do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are&lt;br /&gt;unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited &lt;br /&gt;memory&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying &lt;br /&gt;additional&lt;br /&gt;software to improve memory and performance.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recommend Food 3.0 and Hot Lingerie 7.7.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Good Luck, Tech Support. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-9023311189376162342?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/9023311189376162342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=9023311189376162342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/9023311189376162342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/9023311189376162342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/03/installing-husband-10.html' title='Installing Husband 1.0'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-6257144888095465590</id><published>2009-03-16T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:04:05.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatty Crab Restaurant in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="titleNews"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Not only is Fatty crab overly rated here in Malaysia, but it's also overly rated in New York!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="titleNews"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;i know many other places that serve a better and cheaper sweet and sour crab than Fatty Crab. But One thing i didn't quite get from this article is whether the Fatty Crab Restaurant is a franchise of the original in Malaysia? Or is it some Gwailo Ripp Off? Maybe Linli can shed some light on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="titleNews"&gt;------------------ the article from bernama)----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="titleNews"&gt;Malaysia-Returned American Chef Starts Second Malaysian Restaurant In New York&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--&lt;p id="byline"&gt;By: &lt;a href="mailto:ramjit@bernama.com"&gt;Ramjit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;--&gt;  &lt;p id="news"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;By Manik Mehta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK, March 16 (Bernama) -- He arrived as a trainee in a restaurant in Kuala Lumpur to learn the ropes of cooking Malaysian food and get a first-hand exposure to the intricacies of Malaysia's food culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On completion of his training, he returned to New York and started his own Malaysian restaurant, serving the hot, spicy food along with slight variations of Malaysian dishes to make them palatable to his growing customer base in the Big Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Zak Pelaccio, chef, restaurant-owner and entrepreneur, all rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After setting up what he once described as a "small Southeast Asian joint" in the latter part of 2005 - the restaurant, which is located in the so-called meat-packing district of Manhattan, was christened "Fatty Crab" with a strong emphasis on Malaysian cuisine - Peleccio has now set up another restaurant in the upper west side of Manhattan on Broadway 77th Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Fatty Crab" restaurant, as he explained in an interview with Bernama in his new restaurant, was inspired by a restaurant of the same name just outside Kuala Lumpur where, he reminisced, he spent "lots of happy hours in his leisure time while working at the Seri Melayu, a large traditional restaurant".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SECOND FATTY CRAB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as fate would have it, Pelaccio set up his restaurant in Manhattan which attracts New Yorkers eager to try the spicy Malaysian cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must confess I did not know at that time that this (Malaysian) cuisine would become so popular", he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The popularity of the first Fatty Crab restaurant led me to believe that there was indeed room for a second Fatty Crab restaurant in another part of the city".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a bash for the media, friends and customers on Saturday for the new restaurant, the guests mingled with each other and engaged in small talk, sampling Malaysian and other Southeast Asian food which they washed down with beer, wine and soft drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are trying to offer as authentic a cuisine of Southeast Asia, including Malaysia, as possible", he maintained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE ONLY AMERICAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there are a few Malaysian restaurants already existing in New York City - there are about 20, according to the Malaysian mission -- the curious thing about Pelaccio's venture is that he is the only mainstream American to run such a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other Malaysian restaurants are run, mainly, by Malaysians of Chinese origin, even though many of them provide an Americanized version of Malaysian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zak said that his "life's passion" has been cooking and food. He has travelled widely in Europe and Asia, arriving eventually in Malaysia where he lived for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He admits that his Malaysia sojourn gave him deep insights not only in the cuisine of Malaysia but the entire Southeast Asian region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, upon his return from Malaysia, he was determined to showcase the Malaysian cuisine and prepare it for New Yorkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The result was Fatty Crab", he says with an amused smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GENUINE MALAYSIAN ATMOSPHERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatty Crab is not like any other Asian restaurants whose numbers are proliferating in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guests in the restaurant are led to traditional chairs from China, hand-made table tops, multi-coloured chop sticks, and plates and other unique paraphernalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create a "genuine Malaysian atmosphere" for the guests, the restaurant offers chili Crab with white bread slices and Malaysian rotisserie chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both these are favourite dishes in the Fatty Crab restaurant in Malaysia. Other dishes are oyster omelette Ashraf, fatty tea sandwiches, Jalan Alor chicken wings, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian and Malaysian guests are surprised -- as were the Malaysian chefs who have been cooking for the marathon Malaysian food fest at the United Nations and who were guests at Saturday's bash - that besides Zak, his chef de cuisine Corwin Kove and the entire kitchen staff of Fatty Crab are Americans who cook the spicy Malaysian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- BERNAMA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-6257144888095465590?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/6257144888095465590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=6257144888095465590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6257144888095465590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6257144888095465590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/03/fatty-crab-restaurant-in-new-york.html' title='Fatty Crab Restaurant in New York'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-7048918199871384290</id><published>2009-03-15T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:34:26.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantai Hill Park apartment to let/sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTIzNzA5ODgzMjI4MSZwdD*xMjM3MDk4ODUzOTM3JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:640px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w54.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w54.photobucket.com/albums/g105/chinfiona/d1716181.pbw" height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://w54.photobucket.com/albums/g105/chinfiona/?action=view&amp;current=d1716181.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-7048918199871384290?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/7048918199871384290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=7048918199871384290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7048918199871384290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7048918199871384290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/03/pantai-hill-park-apartment-to-letsale.html' title='Pantai Hill Park apartment to let/sale'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-4291873680696601057</id><published>2009-03-12T18:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:18:20.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare your Unfertilized eggs??</title><content type='html'>As you know... i facebook a lot.. anyway.. we're not here to talk about my obsession with facebook.. but! of the WEIRD advertisements on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really noticed this 'baby in the egg advertisement' i thought it was one of those hatching  eggs program.. you know where you send your friend an egg and watch it hatch.. ( ahh those were the good old facebook days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SbjoiG5D3nI/AAAAAAAAB0s/Q6xmYR8hd40/s1600-h/spare-eggs.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SbjoiG5D3nI/AAAAAAAAB0s/Q6xmYR8hd40/s400/spare-eggs.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312251433146637938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SbjpbrDRl5I/AAAAAAAAB00/IXaJz9bot5Y/s1600-h/hatching-eggs.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SbjpbrDRl5I/AAAAAAAAB00/IXaJz9bot5Y/s400/hatching-eggs.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312252422105700242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But somehow today I somehow paid a bit more attention to it and realised that it SAID..&lt;br /&gt;Spare your unfertilized Eggs for RM4,000!! why waste your eggs????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soo strange!! i've kinda thought that every month you lose your eggs (of course lah.. we all bleed every month.. see what we go through for darlings like the kerropi (issabel) ontop?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so according to the website (this girl is a donor) and she gives a step by step guide on how she donated her potential babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SbjrQBbYEwI/AAAAAAAAB08/SrjKBbgqouo/s1600-h/donor-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SbjrQBbYEwI/AAAAAAAAB08/SrjKBbgqouo/s400/donor-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312254420977193730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not strange was that her motives were for the MOOLAAH.. (I have to admit.. the money does look tempting.. and throughout I was looking at the monetary gains for it.. after all WHY else would you actually want to poke yourself and extract parts of yourself for some stranger you've never met? (if Will smith was a girl in 7 pounds.. I'm sure he'd donate his ovaries too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some checks and WOW.. 50k for some eggs?? AMAZINGness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/Sbjtv9gdboI/AAAAAAAAB1M/qln9MVlUYMI/s1600-h/donor-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/Sbjtv9gdboI/AAAAAAAAB1M/qln9MVlUYMI/s400/donor-3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312257168703843970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website it self looks like a website that is very much a probono charity thingie. like OHH lookie here.. do something good for society and donate your ovaries.. there is no side effects.. and you can have perfectly fine babies after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they WARN you that you can only do it 6 times in your life. WHY?? seems Suspicious.. anyway I don't know if it's really like dangerous or not.. I guess ANY surgery would be dangerous.. but what's fun was the IDeal Egg Donor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SbjrQSPCPPI/AAAAAAAAB1E/uDVZPgLb_c8/s1600-h/donor2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SbjrQSPCPPI/AAAAAAAAB1E/uDVZPgLb_c8/s400/donor2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312254425488833778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be female.. lol.. OBVIOUSLY.. a non muslim.... and have good features!! why ah? but then they say.. Chinese/japanese.. lol that cuts out all the good features already.. huhuuh.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind tho.. getting a donor that is some hot chick! my babies would be so cute! or takeshi kaneshiro.. Aaahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. lesson for today is that there is such a thing as ovary donors.. and I'm sure although the website looks 'pretty good' about it.. they make awhole ton of moneeyyy from the people who want to get pregnant and your 'harvest' is worth FAR more than what you received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all it's a Baby.. and what price can be put on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. then later if you see mini yous running arond in gucci or prada (I'm pretty sure they come from affluent families) they might just have your DNA!! (this would cause so much of trouble for the CSI team! hehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-4291873680696601057?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/4291873680696601057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=4291873680696601057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4291873680696601057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4291873680696601057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/03/spare-your-unfertilized-eggs.html' title='Spare your Unfertilized eggs??'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SbjoiG5D3nI/AAAAAAAAB0s/Q6xmYR8hd40/s72-c/spare-eggs.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-6257658794211785734</id><published>2009-03-12T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:45:35.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>European Commission's English</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link: European Commission’s English" href="http://sloone.wordpress.com/2009/03/10/european-commissions-english/" rel="bookmark" target="_blank"&gt;European Commission’s English&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as ‘Euro-English’ .&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first year, ’s’ will replace the soft ‘c’. Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard ‘c’ will be dropped in favour of ‘k’. This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.&lt;br /&gt;There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome ‘ph’ will be replaced with ‘f’. This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.&lt;br /&gt;In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where! more komplikated changes are possible. Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent ‘e’ in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.&lt;br /&gt;By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing ‘th’ with ‘z’ and ‘w’ with ‘v’.&lt;br /&gt;During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary ‘o’ kan be dropd from vords kontaining ‘ou’ and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil&lt;br /&gt;sensi bl riten styl.&lt;br /&gt;Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.&lt;br /&gt;Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.&lt;br /&gt;If zis mad you smil, pleas pas on to oza pepl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-6257658794211785734?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/6257658794211785734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=6257658794211785734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6257658794211785734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6257658794211785734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/03/european-commissions-english.html' title='European Commission&apos;s English'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8073949235131970746</id><published>2009-03-05T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:52:46.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is not enough hours in a day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/Sa8wWcNTTaI/AAAAAAAAB0c/orhgC3freBc/s1600-h/pengsan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/Sa8wWcNTTaI/AAAAAAAAB0c/orhgC3freBc/s400/pengsan.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309515647780343202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8073949235131970746?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8073949235131970746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8073949235131970746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8073949235131970746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8073949235131970746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/03/there-is-not-enough-hours-in-day.html' title='There is not enough hours in a day..'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/Sa8wWcNTTaI/AAAAAAAAB0c/orhgC3freBc/s72-c/pengsan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-1655527595351238235</id><published>2009-02-27T10:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:47:32.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity at it's worst. Googlelogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'll add you on facebook"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you say to new people you meet. No more hey what's your number.. or we'll keep in touch. Nowadays it's oh nice to meet you. I'll add you on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Facebook is at it's rage in Malaysia. Everyone is doing their 25 random things.. (i'm guilty of that too) everyone has done has played texas hold'em poker, everyone has poked someone, we've bought our friends and sold them off, we've played guess the sketch, we've twisted and turned words, we've 'scrabuloused' (now lexulous), we've mafia-ed, hitman, gang wars, vampired etc, through infinitum. We've added people we don't know, for what reasons? either to expand our games or not to offend anyone that we may not recognise but they may know us... or stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend count on Facebook doenst' reallly show whether you are popular or not (of COURSE.... a low friend count is like under 100 is... OMGHeIsSoSadWithNoFriends!.. heheh but I guess it just goes to show that EVERYONE has approximately has over 1 billion friends. (okay about 400) If you're at 50 friends.. you're just like... a WEIRDO!!! ( no offence to weirdos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessions.. I have far too many people I don'tknow on my list and I vow EACH AND EVERY DAY to clean up my facebook account.. but it's JUST TOO MESSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think approximately 200 people on my list I have NO CLUE WHO THEY ARE.. but some of them who are in parts of the world I may not know how to pronounce.. are nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have people who are on my sharing and caring group. which clicks everyday to help children get food provisions everyday.. and helps out with other things as well (yes! i'm SO NICE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have the DARK SIDE where i have added people to expand my MOB WARS (soo guilty of that) but I want to repent.. and I will reset my account and then I will delete all the people I dn't know. that is from the mobwars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm a stalker.. I JUST CAN'T HELP IT IF I'M talented in GOOGLE... okay? I'm not REALLY a stalker.. I just.. kinda.. mebbe ... once in a while.. act like one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be like a Google Degree. Where Research work is a skill. and if you can Graduate with A Google Degree or a Google Masters.. like EVERY research team should love you. I should be able to put on my resume Doctorate in Googlelogy. I should even conduct Googlelogy classes! okay mebbe I'm not a PhD in Googlelogy but I'm pretty sure I'm beyond a degree holder.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty using my Googlelogy degree for wrong purposes like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STALKING&lt;/span&gt;... but I'm sure many of you are guilty of that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share with you a secret of mine. A TERRIBLE CLOSET SECRET...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and again Facebook applications will spam you with all sorts of rubbish. But the rubbish I love to get most is the one from COMPARE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it.. I'm a popularity junkie. Whenever there is a report saying i'm the cutest.. or other thigns like that, my ego expands to gigantus levels (eat dust you uncute people!!) but then they bring you back to reality when they say .. you SCORE WORST as etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get punched back a notch or two.. Danggit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here is a report I just got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends have voted on your strengths and weaknesses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRENGTHS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicest&lt;br /&gt;best companion on a desert island&lt;br /&gt;most creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEAKNESSES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardest worker&lt;br /&gt;best dinner companion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPARENTLY.. I'm the LAZIEST WORKER.. and the WORST DINNER COMPANION...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GAWD PEOPLE.. why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am good on a desert island WHY is it I'm a horrible dinner companion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this eats me up okay.. i dun understand the logic.. I secretly think it's becuase I'm so chubby.. if I'm on a deserted island with you.. you'll roast me up like a pig and eat me slowly right? cause I've got so much of meat?! is that WHY? and is it cause I like to eat and you don't like to eat dinner with me cause I'll eat your food?? i promise I don't eat people's food... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt;... okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardest worker... haiiihhhhhhhhh... okay lah I'm guilty of that but you have to admit that I'm pretty hardworking once in a while too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH it doenst' matter if I'm second nicest (I'm still a horrible dinner companion!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that irks me. IT IRKS ME ALOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep in the night thinking of it.. I roll around wondering why i'm terrible at dinner. mebbe i'll do better at lunch??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHyyYy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does facebook torture me soooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the consolation I guess I get is that my weakness is not : most pretty&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks. I'm sooooo VAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-1655527595351238235?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/1655527595351238235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=1655527595351238235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1655527595351238235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1655527595351238235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/02/vanity-at-its-worst-googlelogy.html' title='Vanity at it&apos;s worst. Googlelogy'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-5190265175333872877</id><published>2009-02-23T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:42:07.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Bear Bear</title><content type='html'>Bear Bear decided to take some photos the other day. Here are my model's favourite positions... You see bear bear in a sitting position.. and one where he's trying to look cute! he's also trying to look thoughtful and one he's trying to be SEXY!!!!! can you spot bear bear??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKmV0UCdzI/AAAAAAAABzw/tek0bmPG8V4/s1600-h/Bearbear1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKmV0UCdzI/AAAAAAAABzw/tek0bmPG8V4/s400/Bearbear1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305986204746020658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Bear Bear decided that he wanted to do real life shots.. so he asked me to take pictures of him with his best friends.....&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/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKmVpLDXkI/AAAAAAAABzo/xYeVEtdiFy8/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKmVpLDXkI/AAAAAAAABzo/xYeVEtdiFy8/s400/DSC00071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305986201755541058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and GRD bear..&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/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKmVlCutTI/AAAAAAAABzg/K1HFUEUonjg/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKmVlCutTI/AAAAAAAABzg/K1HFUEUonjg/s400/DSC00074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305986200646890802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and My best Friends Monkey, hugging Monkeys and Grd Bear&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/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKmVk22GAI/AAAAAAAABzY/It6-ItundZA/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKmVk22GAI/AAAAAAAABzY/It6-ItundZA/s400/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305986200597043202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GRD Bear and I are BEST friends!! I Love Grd Bear a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Bear Bear fell asleep.. but I caught him waking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKmVew_3bI/AAAAAAAABzQ/IO6Y6tiUTE4/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKmVew_3bI/AAAAAAAABzQ/IO6Y6tiUTE4/s400/DSC00076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305986198961905074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKlwpCmXUI/AAAAAAAAByw/rK3amakPdg8/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKlwpCmXUI/AAAAAAAAByw/rK3amakPdg8/s400/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305985566064926018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKlww6IbNI/AAAAAAAABzA/DNla6pMuqDU/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKlww6IbNI/AAAAAAAABzA/DNla6pMuqDU/s400/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305985568176893138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKlw3yg8TI/AAAAAAAABzI/RjmZ6g4zhoQ/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKlw3yg8TI/AAAAAAAABzI/RjmZ6g4zhoQ/s400/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305985570023993650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKlwvuSnKI/AAAAAAAAByo/CY2ZWAM70Ao/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKlwvuSnKI/AAAAAAAAByo/CY2ZWAM70Ao/s400/DSC00081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305985567858793634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKlw_NlusI/AAAAAAAABy4/DpQWUJ5Nef0/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKlw_NlusI/AAAAAAAABy4/DpQWUJ5Nef0/s400/DSC00079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305985572016601794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bear Bear is wide awake now!! BOOYA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-5190265175333872877?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/5190265175333872877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=5190265175333872877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5190265175333872877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5190265175333872877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/02/chronicles-of-bear-bear.html' title='The Chronicles of Bear Bear'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SaKmV0UCdzI/AAAAAAAABzw/tek0bmPG8V4/s72-c/Bearbear1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8497451422036880333</id><published>2009-02-18T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:05:37.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xenri Promotion!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SZvreBXEYUI/AAAAAAAABxo/KsnUkX_0ayE/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SZvreBXEYUI/AAAAAAAABxo/KsnUkX_0ayE/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304091887152685378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8497451422036880333?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8497451422036880333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8497451422036880333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8497451422036880333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8497451422036880333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/02/xenri-promotion.html' title='Xenri Promotion!!!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SZvreBXEYUI/AAAAAAAABxo/KsnUkX_0ayE/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-77280834675294382</id><published>2009-02-18T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:52:23.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day SUCES or FAIL!?</title><content type='html'>This year, the celebration of St. Valentine, which by the way, has been FORBIDDEN in the Arab countries and they have been forbidden to have anything RED or hearts or relating to the saint on February the 14th... fell on Saturday which means the day before was FRIDAY the 13!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert horror song here *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, most people didn't even realise that it was Friday the 13.. so they were not aware perhaps of the DOOM that they might have faced if they were not prepared for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Valentines, we went to Kuala Selangor. Away from the hustle and bustle of all things commercial (and since it was a weekend) to enjoy the ritualistic Fireflies flickering their butts on and off in hopes of attracting the best female firefly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there.. we noticed that a couple had mad etheir way INTO an area which had been padlocked and thus could not be opened. Upon their realisation of this fact, they reveresed their car into a ditch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SZtrzxPmtMI/AAAAAAAABxg/Dsz9ZwVxKzM/s1600-h/IMAGE_167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SZtrzxPmtMI/AAAAAAAABxg/Dsz9ZwVxKzM/s400/IMAGE_167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303951523295179970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ditch was so deep that the car (which is a front wheel car) was unable to come out  of it. the car was there when we entered the area ( about 8ish) and when we finished watching the fireflies.. and their kelip kelip ness ... the car was still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unhappy couple sitting at the side of the road, didn't look too happy. Even as everyone else was trying to help the car out of the ditch. the girl sat at the side of the road, and the guy beside her but they were not talking to each other. HORROR STORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope this was not their first date or else.. VALENTINE MISSION FAIL! sad to say tho.. I was laughing and laughing at their whole ordeal. Poor thing. but thankfully.. by the time we left.. the tow truck had arrived to pull them out of their rutt. ^_^ alls wells ends well. at least they'll have a memorable valentines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand My experience at Kuala Selangor was... very kampunglike! It reminded me of Melaka, and I didn't realise that it was actually really really near! It only took us a MAX of one and a half hours to get ther ( I figure that on valentines.. you'd need at least 2 hours to get to the shopping malls and find a parking spot that is... if you're lucky!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda cool as the roads reminded me of the time my dad took me to Batang Berjuntai (his hometown) for his ex-school reunion. i was a small kid then.. and the journey seemed FOREVER and the dinner was absolutely dreadful. (small town.. they didn't have conventions centers, hotels or stuff like that back then. we had the big gala dinner at their school compound on the basketball court I think!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember much about that trip, except I had this most horrendous thought in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;What if the car broke down? (we were travelling past kilometers of palm oil trees with little light to guide the way) what if we ran out of petrol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different scenarios played in my head. The one that I spent most of my time thinking about was that if the car was to stop.. and miraculously it was at the side of the road, and it was pitch black, we would have to get down from the car to fix it. whatever the problem was. Worst case scenario, we were unable to fix it and had to look for someone to help. (of course we could just sit in the car... but that would be quite boring... and please note that when I was younger.. I used to have a very active imagination, and most of these imaginations were fueled by my insatiable appetite for the X-files and Millenium and all things weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we would take flashlights and wander into the deep plantations and if we were lucky the moon would be up.  of course ususaly each car would have ONE flashlight so the one in front had to lead the way. after wandering the one in front would be slighty ahead of the others.. and the other had to follow the light. (it was pitch dark!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while the persons following the light would be led by NOT the first person.. but by other lights.. other lights that lead you to strange places.. other lights that are not lighted by people or perhaps things you know. and by the time you follow that light so deep and so far and you don't know where you are.. the lights would switch off. And you'll be caught unaware. Of course you never talked when you walk. Your mum told you never to call out names in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late. The moonlit night was now covered by the shadows of the trees. Crackling sounds of the undergrowth deafen your hearing. By the time your eyes get accustomed to the darkness, it is all but too late. The last thing you see... is nothing at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course as the journey in the car was terribly long ( i think i fell asleep too) I would have various different endings. another particular one I liked had a happy ending. they went to a house. the house had people etc etc. they stayed there.. like so bagus ate drank whatever. then the next day wake up and ... it is but a shack. and everything in it had been deserted like 20-30 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah.. I like to watch movies too hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I enjoyed Kuala Selangor. We ate lots of food (it was not too bad.. not too pricey but It could be considered pricey in Kuala Selangor) I also tapaused my favourite fishhball with egg. I had a lovely time and most importantly it was shared with my GIANT TEDDY BEAR! Please meet Takeshi Kaneshiro bear bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SZtrzV3aOtI/AAAAAAAABxY/mLald6k-6Kg/s1600-h/IMAGE_168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SZtrzV3aOtI/AAAAAAAABxY/mLald6k-6Kg/s400/IMAGE_168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303951515945941714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He says Hi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise that he was in the car.. all buckled up. until chunchieh said.. we're going to kuala selangor.. and I brought a friend. so I looked back and SAW the most gigantus pink Bear in the world! He's soft and cuddly just so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;I love my bear bear very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SZtrzJVpCEI/AAAAAAAABxQ/bBGE6Yxdu04/s1600-h/IMAGE_169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SZtrzJVpCEI/AAAAAAAABxQ/bBGE6Yxdu04/s400/IMAGE_169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303951512583080002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chunchieh's Valentine's day = SUCEESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-77280834675294382?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/77280834675294382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=77280834675294382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/77280834675294382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/77280834675294382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/02/valentines-day-suces-or-fail.html' title='Valentines Day SUCES or FAIL!?'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SZtrzxPmtMI/AAAAAAAABxg/Dsz9ZwVxKzM/s72-c/IMAGE_167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-6919505078628279369</id><published>2009-02-12T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:31:25.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Drivers... Not the Red Bull Kind! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/88B6BWJJARY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/88B6BWJJARY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol Watch it ... you'll love it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-6919505078628279369?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/6919505078628279369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=6919505078628279369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6919505078628279369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6919505078628279369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/02/female-drivers-not-red-bull-kind-d.html' title='Female Drivers... 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How amazingly unabashed by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. I received my first present of a book by Linli.. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I got 2 presents. one installment present *a memory card that I cleverly destroyed* and another thing that I had. a power gyro ball. Not exactly sure how to use it but..... lol. I guess I'll learn! I however hurt my hand while playing it. *ouch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe and I had dinner at Delicious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was delicious! very yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was my birthday. Nothing spectacular. but its my brithday. the day Fiona was birthed on the earth for people to adore me. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-698692794812209094?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/698692794812209094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=698692794812209094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/698692794812209094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/698692794812209094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/01/by-mirthday.html' title='By Mirthday.'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8019806885013540289</id><published>2009-01-22T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:39:15.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How NOT to fry the most yummy nyaku Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SXhatiMP27I/AAAAAAAABwQ/lrZsgNAPUik/s1600-h/nyaku.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SXhatiMP27I/AAAAAAAABwQ/lrZsgNAPUik/s400/nyaku.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294081100292807602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clearly I don't know how to make Nyaku... do you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8019806885013540289?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8019806885013540289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8019806885013540289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8019806885013540289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8019806885013540289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/01/how-not-to-fry-most-yummy-nyaku-guide.html' title='How NOT to fry the most yummy nyaku Guide'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SXhatiMP27I/AAAAAAAABwQ/lrZsgNAPUik/s72-c/nyaku.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-5251808320384287578</id><published>2009-01-22T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:01:26.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A twitch in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SXhLaFISpiI/AAAAAAAABwI/VESz2QEoqVA/s1600-h/twitch.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SXhLaFISpiI/AAAAAAAABwI/VESz2QEoqVA/s400/twitch.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294064273399653922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My arm has been twitching for the whole day... This morning it was twitching.. but I thought it would go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Twitch is kinda strange as I can see it physically and i can feel it too. (internally and externally) It's not twitching now.. but it was twitching quite badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read online that it could be due to stress, poor eating habits, or other factors such as lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating... okay.. maybe not the most balanced diet in the world.. not too sure about the stress.. and of course.. sleep. watching too much of DENNY CRANE and ALAN SHORE lately.. I've finally gotten around to watching my 2 seasons of Boston Legal. and I'm gonna buy the next 3. (i.e 3,4,5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway about the twitch... I went online and searched for the reasons of the twitch and I came to the &lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907"&gt;MOST HUMOUROUS website&lt;/a&gt; about twitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of my favourite comments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-82796" class="active"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-82796" class="active"&gt;I get it everywhere..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;div class="submitted"&gt;Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Mon, 12/29/2008 - 9:37pm.&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been experiencing muscle twitching for years. And it occurs all over my body. I can't even name a place where I haven't experience twitching before. The weirdest part was probably at the tip of my nose, I watched it move up and down... Sooo creepy. I regularly experience twitching around my calves, for a couple of hours, every single day. I also get it on my butt. Wish I could make it stop. I occasionally feel it on my cheeks, whenever I sneeze too hard.. Go figure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;hiw wife may find out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-83544" class="active"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-83544" class="active"&gt;My wife is going to laugh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;div class="submitted"&gt;Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Wed, 01/07/2009 - 5:19pm.&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn she has been looking for a reason to yell at me about my eating habbits and looks like my twitch has given her the chance. Hope she doesn't find this site.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-82587" class="active"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-82587" class="active"&gt;twiching everywhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;div class="submitted"&gt;Submitted by worried sick (not verified) on Sun, 12/28/2008 - 12:51am.&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel movement in different parts of my body also.....is it twiching? I dont know how to call it anymore.....started last year, it just to be once in a blue moon....now is everyday, a few times a day in different places, calf, arms, legs, the side of my stomach, buttocks,,,,,sometimes it feels like a wave inside of me.....:(....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informative ones are like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-63216" class="active"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-63216" class="active"&gt;MANY CAUSES for twitching...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;div class="submitted"&gt;Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Sat, 04/12/2008 - 4:12pm.&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p&gt;I have twitching off and on as well. Sometimes it goes away for years, but recently has been a problem again, mostly below the knees.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The medical term is called fasciculations, and the docs usually call them 'benign' fasciculations', even though they're annoying as hell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They can be due to many different deficiencies: Vitamin D is a main one, b-12 is another, essential fatty acid imbalances, and then of course the usual suspects, calcium and/or magnesium and/or both.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some strange entries include;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-64573" class="active"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-64573" class="active"&gt;Exercise and Rest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;div class="submitted"&gt;Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Sat, 04/26/2008 - 8:30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes it even more annoying when my finger moves, and it freaks my friends out too!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then someone had the bright idea of calling everyone twitchers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-68602" class="active"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-68602" class="active"&gt;twitching &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;div class="submitted"&gt;Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Sun, 07/13/2008 - 12:05am.&lt;/div&gt;     Hi muscle twitchers&lt;br /&gt;I think every single muscle in my body had twitched during last month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and everyone else after that were refereed to everyone else as twitchers! one was offering his/her opinion that the twitchers were rain detectors ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-69131" class="active"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-69131" class="active"&gt;MAYBE IT'S THE RAIN.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;div class="submitted"&gt;Submitted by trevor (not verified) on Fri, 07/18/2008 - 7:06pm.&lt;/div&gt;     This is hilarious!  I am in my thirties and have been twitching since I was about 7 or 8..... The funny thing is (and you may laugh) my mom used to say that her mom used to tell her that when your body twitches that it means it is going to rain.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I thought this guy was very sincere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-76770" class="active"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-76770" class="active"&gt;I have that same problem (  But in my Thigh only)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;div class="submitted"&gt;Submitted by Heather A. Tollison (not verified) on Tue, 10/14/2008 - 11:56am.&lt;br /&gt;...I don't like it whenever my left thigh twitches.Please respond back to this message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="submitted"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thought it was Food allergies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-82486" class="active"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-82486" class="active"&gt;My Experience, Food allergies, Etc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    Submitted by I am Well  (not verified) on Fri, 12/26/2008 - 7:31pm&lt;p&gt;Right now after eating my muscles twitched, now I am having some aicd indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;Since twitches started I take magnesium, calcium, and omega oils.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DON'T DISCOUNT FOOD ALLERGIES.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I think this guy.... got it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-84267" class="active"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1907#comment-84267" class="active"&gt;Causes for twitching&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;div class="submitted"&gt;Submitted by Dhanushka Angunawela (not verified) on Sun, 01/18/2009 - 3:51am.&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Unbalanced diet and using the computer for long periods of time are the most probable causes for twitching. Too much stress could also be an influencing factor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i mean... who else but people who are on the website contributing to the comments.. and searching on it have in common? we eat badly.. we spend all our waking hours on the computer... and we don't exercise.. Common?? OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's like modern day life.. but you don't see everyone's butts twitching! or do you?? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets not talk about butt twitches.. they are GROSSS especially if its cellulitey... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAVESSS ... WAVES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-5251808320384287578?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/5251808320384287578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=5251808320384287578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5251808320384287578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5251808320384287578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/01/twitch-in-time.html' title='A twitch in time'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SXhLaFISpiI/AAAAAAAABwI/VESz2QEoqVA/s72-c/twitch.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-3037493319346203802</id><published>2009-01-09T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:50:09.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/shoppinglist?a=SWL&amp;amp;email=fionachin%40gmail.com&amp;amp;id=1352806884792932675"&gt;My Wish List &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish list so far is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a whisk (hehe... )&lt;br /&gt;2. andrew llyod's webber POTO songs (I always seem to lose my songs!)&lt;br /&gt;3. popincourt bag (you know this one!)&lt;br /&gt;4. a sewing machine (+ fabulous cloth!)&lt;br /&gt;5. tales of beedle the bard (it's new!) *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FULFILLED!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by LinliChin&lt;/span&gt;* (many thanks!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. a yukata (pink of course...) *new*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my less  materialistic wants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. world peace (a prayer will do)&lt;br /&gt;2. an e card (facebook wish will do)&lt;br /&gt;3. any form of donation to a charitable cause (even clothes!)&lt;br /&gt;4. using less plastic&lt;br /&gt;5. not wasting so much water&lt;br /&gt;6. annoying me less. (i can't thank you enough for this.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-3037493319346203802?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/3037493319346203802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=3037493319346203802&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/3037493319346203802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/3037493319346203802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/01/my-wish-list.html' title='My Wish List'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8965201753061906062</id><published>2009-01-08T10:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:59:30.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Encounter with a Guest Relation Officer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SWVr1Eo1MSI/AAAAAAAABuo/2tYPRfmK5OE/s1600-h/GRO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288751896938754338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SWVr1Eo1MSI/AAAAAAAABuo/2tYPRfmK5OE/s400/GRO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At bars/places restaurants, usually there will be '&lt;strong&gt;girls'&lt;/strong&gt; pouring drinks and stuff. These girls are working at the club/bar/whereever and are not proper guest relation officers. I know there are some NON dodgy Guest Relation Officers. (&lt;em&gt; I think one of my friends was one.. but I think they had a more glamourous name to it&lt;/em&gt;) at one of the Big Named Club just to bring people in and mingle with the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guessed that this was one of the Guest Relation Officers. Okay lah! i'll use the Term Escort instead (&lt;em&gt;easier to type&lt;/em&gt;) my first thought that these were the girlfriends of one of our friend (&lt;em&gt;he has a ton of girlfriends&lt;/em&gt;). But when I asked the all innocent question... who are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a respond.. Guest Relation Officers.. they are here on Call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OooOoooWAH... I was intrigued!!! so i asked more questions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they get paid? by the hour? by the day? how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's per call. (&lt;em&gt;or until midnight or at least that is what the girl kept saying.. after she was tipsy&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much?? (&lt;em&gt;I was not allowed to know&lt;/em&gt;)  *update* they cost RM300 a night per escort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they do anything else besides sitting down and entertaining? (&lt;em&gt;you have to ask nicely (or get them drunk enough&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;em&gt;and they might or else it's just chatting, playing games, drinking, talking.. keeping you happy&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm so were they any good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on their looks, I prefered the more modern &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paris Hilton &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;type looking girl (Dark Blue Escort)(&lt;em&gt;she had sunglasses on her head throughout the whole night.. just to look cool nothing more than that.. either that or she came from a very hot place previously&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of the other people on the table aka the Other friends preferred the Traditional &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tien mi mi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;girl (Red Escort). To me, personally.. Red Escort didn't look like she could carry on an intelligent conversation. (&lt;em&gt;yeah. that was proven right when I could hardly understand what she was telling me about her exes&lt;/em&gt;) I was just nodding in acknowledgement when she told me her life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask me what it was cause I didn't understand half the words she used. I'm not sure if it was becuase she was a bit tipsy... or becuase shes using words I don't ususaly use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she was friendlier... at least to me .. but then again.. I didn't pay them so they had no excuse to be friendly to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Friend A came in. ( &lt;em&gt;all names are kept anonymous&lt;/em&gt;) and eyed the escorts.&lt;br /&gt;Then they were introduced and then he sat with us on the other side of the table and talked to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then said.. "Hey.. go and entertain the girls laahhh. they are paid to entertain you! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he said dowan... "he shy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I said.. "but we're friends with your for FREE.... so go make most of the money spent lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he said.. "LOL. i prefer Free Friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.. if you are lonely and need a friend.. you can rent/buy one at your convenience.... maybe you may even get lucky and be able to pick how your 'rented friend' wil look like.. or how sexy she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my free friends... I can't pick.. dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8965201753061906062?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8965201753061906062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8965201753061906062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8965201753061906062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8965201753061906062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/01/my-first-encounter-with-guest-relation.html' title='My first Encounter with a Guest Relation Officer!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SWVr1Eo1MSI/AAAAAAAABuo/2tYPRfmK5OE/s72-c/GRO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8537576138312818463</id><published>2009-01-07T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:02:46.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emperor's Poem of the Seasons</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I posted this before.. but i did it myself.. and I think I told other people do it also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the Emperor's Poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emperor’s Poem of the Four Seasons is a highly simplified system of &lt;a href="http://www.absolutelyfengshui.com/astrology/chinese-astrology.php"&gt;Chinese astrology&lt;/a&gt; that is found in the Chinese Almanac. It gives a quick snapshot of a person’s potential life path in the form of a short poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this system, you are deemed to be born on one of the parts of the emperor’s body based on the time and season that you are born. The various parts are the emperor’s head, shoulder, hands, chest, stomach, lower abdomen, knee and ankle with head being the most desirable and ankle the most unfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's a brief Extract of the Life i was born into;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emperor's Poem of the Four Seasons - Results (16 January 1983)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the emperor has to say about you life path. It is only a high level snapshot and may not be entirely true. Have fun and do not forget to tell your friends about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BORN ON THE EMPEROR'S SHOULDER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are wealthy throughout your life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yeay for that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will be even better in middle age&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(lolololo.. I can't WAIT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will have good descendents,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(means I have plenty of boys?? *stress* no girls?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And have sufficient money and clothes to wear, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(clothes is always good!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your brothers (and friends) are helpful,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that's a relieve to hear! so brothers.. friends.. you are SUPPOSED to be helpful!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In old age with have property and ENJOY LIFE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I like this part best!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get your own reading.. go here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.henryfong.com/poem.htm"&gt;http://www.henryfong.com/poem.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.. and let me know what you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8537576138312818463?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8537576138312818463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8537576138312818463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8537576138312818463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8537576138312818463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/01/emperors-poem-of-seasons.html' title='The Emperor&apos;s Poem of the Seasons'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8774043385454035324</id><published>2009-01-06T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:12:58.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Jacey OUT!</title><content type='html'>HIHi This girl is my friend... her name is Jacey Chong Pui San&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's also a finalist for NEscafe Kickstart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how I never drink Nescafe but i was one of the finalists....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.... it's great that she's a finalist and i'm trying to help her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the site and get her traffic up. pass it to your friends.. family&lt;br /&gt;and let them click on it once.. twice three times a day... THEN VOTE FOR HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... and what does she do?? That's a SECRET!! to find out you have to CLICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kickstart.com.my/program/entrepreneur/participants/JACEYC.htm"&gt;http://www.kickstart.com.my/program/entrepreneur/participants/JACEYC.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8774043385454035324?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8774043385454035324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8774043385454035324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8774043385454035324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8774043385454035324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/01/help-jacey-out.html' title='Help Jacey OUT!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-4095245916062163494</id><published>2009-01-06T10:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:38:52.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peegee gave me a call yesterday, 05.01.09 and asked me to ask the Carwash guys if they saw her handsfree kit for her nokia phone. We guessed that it must have slipped out while they were cleaning the cars, because so far, they haven't stolen anything from anyone yet. (not that I know of and many of my friendhave washed their cars there!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On my way back I made a mental note to drop by the Carwash place to ask them if they've seen it. (they are okay friends of mine who I talk to once in a while and chat with and talk nonsense with)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then.. I noticed something strange. NO ONE WAS AT THE CARWASH AREA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that was very strange as this carwash has never been closed ever! not even public holidays, thaipusan, deepavali.. etc etc.. none! never closed. and always open till 3-4 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So i was pretty curious.. I parked at home and I noticed (at place they was cars (1)) they were all huddled up. (you can see from the little picturegrams below.... How it was before and after)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SWLADfvOX7I/AAAAAAAABug/fyjYEpPDlTA/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288000078778097586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 535px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SWLADfvOX7I/AAAAAAAABug/fyjYEpPDlTA/s400/before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see there are USUALLY many cars and carwash guys and peopel having their cars washed everyday. (not to scale ^_^ ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SWK__Mv2RBI/AAAAAAAABuY/vaV3P-Zt_K8/s1600-h/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288000004960961554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 454px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SWK__Mv2RBI/AAAAAAAABuY/vaV3P-Zt_K8/s400/after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there wwere immigration vans to take away all their polishing.. etc equipments, and the reinforced GIANT immigration truck to haul their butts away. and it was pretty sad to see the carwash guys in handcuffs.. they were my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty upset that night and I called my friend and asked her what to do. Should I go there and tell them who to call and see if they require help? i didn't know they were illegal immigrants then.. (it was before the big truck and I just wondered why they were huddled up in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;She told me not to stick my nose into things that were not my business.&lt;br /&gt;So that is what i did. I stood there and told everyone about it (terrible I know). Then my mum was like.. I'm gonna investigate! (My mum... the investigator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she went there.. and I have her legal aid's number to pass it to the guys.. Then she talked to the Policeman and found out that they were illegal immigrants in the country for very long. but Mobil will not be liable as they were just renting the place out (thank goodness). But once she found out they were illegal immigrants she was like.. YEAH!!!!  how can they be illegal immigrants.. terriblleeee...&lt;br /&gt;Then she also wanted to report my neighbours! Not that they are illegal immigrants (actually I don't really know) or anythiing... but she wanted to try!!! (clearly she doens't like them much)&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't suspect they were illegal immigrants (the carwash guys) they spoke malay and all. after all.. WHO ELSE BUT MALAYSIANS SPEAK MALAY??&lt;br /&gt; yeap&lt;br /&gt;everyone was pretty shocked. and now there will no longer be the carwash guys that we know. it'll be dunno WHO!?!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. sad sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. my leg is getting better and I can walk properly now.. but i think my filling for my tooth came out. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 'surveillance' type pictures.... but it's in my phone... and my phone has no memory card.. so I can't extract the stuff out of it... (cause i was a genius and all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-4095245916062163494?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/4095245916062163494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=4095245916062163494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4095245916062163494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4095245916062163494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/01/immigration-drama.html' title='Immigration Drama'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SWLADfvOX7I/AAAAAAAABug/fyjYEpPDlTA/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-4776819302806783668</id><published>2009-01-05T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:26:01.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Today is the 5th! Happy New Year Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's officially 11 days to my brithday and about 21 days to Chinese new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mark of the new year I have decided to change my blog theme...&lt;br /&gt;It's still pink.. don't worry about that.. but it's a bit.. more... beautifull... just slightly.. :D&lt;br /&gt;i'll change my blog theme soon enough when I have more time.. till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to live with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... I just wanted to tell you a little story.. about this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*krabi pictures are in my Facebook!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I planned to come to work early.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I stepped on some glass and thought I sucessfully pried it out&lt;br /&gt;two days before i broke a glass in the store room.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got out of bed and I realised my feet hurt *alot*&lt;br /&gt;so i tried to pry out more glass...&lt;br /&gt;but it became more and more painful till i could't do it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the doctors to let him check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he coudln't find anything *but it was soo painful when he did it!*&lt;br /&gt;He even gave me a tetanus Jab!! *ouchie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm is still bengkak from the jab.. ouchouchouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I still walk like a crabby old monkey.&lt;br /&gt;GAh... Bad beginning to the new year!&lt;br /&gt;but I did go to the dentist.. and I did scale my teeth. ERghh... sooo horrible the sounds.&lt;br /&gt;*SscRreEsSCccHhhEEssCcCCcc*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annywaayyy.... I was just thinking that MC is so horrible.. and I was like last year I didn't take one MC also and I wondered how it was like to take an MC&lt;br /&gt;don't wish for things ... people be careful what you wish for!&lt;br /&gt;this pain was not worth finding out waht an MC feels like. I'd rather be healthy all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog about krabi soon..a nd christmas, and new years.. and MY BIRHTDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. you can get me something for my birthday. Just ask ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole list of 'thank you for this and that!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-4776819302806783668?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/4776819302806783668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=4776819302806783668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4776819302806783668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4776819302806783668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-7418692352841493430</id><published>2008-12-05T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:00:38.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/STiJn2t31tI/AAAAAAAABtk/HPhiy4Re4Aw/s1600-h/domo-christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276118281260357330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/STiJn2t31tI/AAAAAAAABtk/HPhiy4Re4Aw/s400/domo-christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This December.. will be my participation in Comic Fiesta 2009. December 20-21. Come join us at Sunway Convention Center.. and look for MUA... we'll bbe selling our usual manga goodies so make sure you do join us for fantastic discounts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this year we'll be having domokun t shirt for sale. We're only bringing in limited stocks. ( in limited Sizes.  So you can preorder with my sister Acura/Leona (you can go to her website or her facebook or her.. erm.. other places that she goes to) and do the modus operandi with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/STiJZ4GgMbI/AAAAAAAABtc/9GIPrvQoPl4/s1600-h/jl_modokun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276118041113932210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/STiJZ4GgMbI/AAAAAAAABtc/9GIPrvQoPl4/s400/jl_modokun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; P.s I'll be going to Kraabi.. yupyup.. Kraabiii!!&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/6815819-7418692352841493430?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/7418692352841493430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=7418692352841493430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7418692352841493430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7418692352841493430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/STiJn2t31tI/AAAAAAAABtk/HPhiy4Re4Aw/s72-c/domo-christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8610155125057886643</id><published>2008-12-05T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:50:52.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite the Genius.... Part 2</title><content type='html'>You seee.... i've already established what a genius I am. aaaww... you know.. with my TWEEZERS and my CD writing thingie?? ^_^ If you don't... just search my blog I'm sure you'll be laughing over stiched over in laughter for my genius-ity! (since i'm a genius it's only fair that I get to make up words too like the other geniuses out there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY the otherday..... i proved my tech -un-savvy ness YET AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see... on  my laptop, there is a sticker. it says "multi purpose card reader"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapppp... so you'd think it's a multip purpose card reader and can slot in any cards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i forgot to bring my cable for my phone with me. And I wanted to upload some pictures. So I thought. heck! I have a card reader. I'll just plop it in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know my laptop (it's a Compaq) the card reader is quite a large slot and is placed under the USB port....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defence.. I KNEW it was a USB port... i just thought they were terribly amazingly smart in designing a USB port.. to be ALSO a multi purpose card reader. AFTER ALL.. isn't a USB LIKE A MEMORY CARD???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAME functions WAADDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AANNYYY HOWWW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the mini SD card was a BIT the tiny in size.. it couldn't fit into the 'bigger' card reader, I decided to slot it in the one above it.. cause it's multi SIZED maahh..  Mind you i was showing this to Dag.. showing him how cool my laptop is. (I'venever done it before tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fit perfectly.. but a bit loose.. so i jammed it in a bitmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE I coudln't read the card on the laptop but I wans't really bothered.. I justwanted to show him that IT DID FIT.. dammit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that day. i realised my memory card is DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or ROSAK.. or whatever. Im sooo sad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I  guess... at least I didn't get electrocuted. Proud to say  I was a bit smarter this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMINDER TO POTENTIAL GENIUSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;USB port is not a card reader!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8610155125057886643?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8610155125057886643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8610155125057886643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8610155125057886643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8610155125057886643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/12/not-quite-genius-part-2.html' title='Not quite the Genius.... Part 2'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8563374409389026673</id><published>2008-11-05T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:55:09.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week at client's place</title><content type='html'>I've been sent to do a legal due diligence on a company. If you know what this is, it's simply checking through all their stuff.. exposing all their secrets.. and their trysts and whatever nots.. their spendings, their board decisions... stuff like that. We go through that, find out about all the REALLY juicy matters and then we write a report.. and hand our report in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far.. i've been through a small sahres of due diligence processes.. for various matters, I haven't actually done one for a IPO of a local company, but I've done one for an overseas company. I've also done one for an employee share option scheme ( that's where you get shares of the company you work for) mergers, acquisitions, takeovers, reverse takeovers, circulars to shareholders (I do a lot of circulars) yeap yeap. so pretty much i've done a few ( I've only learnt what some things meant recently tho.. ( I know.. I suck))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaannnyyywaaayyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the story.. ususaly when we're at the client's place we're treated REALLY nicely.  They treat us to lunch.. dinner... drinks.. etc etc.. they chat with us.. give us wifi connections...  cause well, we're their lawyers and they want us to report really nice stuff about them (of course!) butbutbutbutbut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes .. there's always tha HUGE butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't always so great on the other side at the COMPANY SECRETARIAL offices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess cause we're simply Auditors to them so they treat us like auditors (poor auditors.. they must have it rough)&lt;br /&gt;Anywaay I was at this Company SEc place. lets call it T. At T, it's FREEZING cold. like really freezing cold. I'm so cold that when I drive home, I don't turn on the aircond. cause i need to defrost. and I don't get WIfi.. so I can't do anything online.. i'm like for a week (that's how long I've been there) been unconnected to the online world. it's been tough. but I've handled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No skiving for me. I'm 100% doing my work. and i'm soo focused.. that I don't even have my lunch.. mebbe it's the coldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these peopel at T.. dun do much work... for the days I was there.. these people had a FUN TIME having a STEAMBOAT party! for 2 days in a row! can you imagine that? STeamboat party! and ... I was soo hungry.. iin my room.. which is like 5 steps away from the pantry.. and thenn and thennn....&lt;br /&gt;they say.. wah we have so much food... we keep for tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH so terrible.. din even offer me a little bit to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that wasn't the worst lah.. I've been to one where the place was just so horribly dirty... skanky.. smelly.. dusty.. GAHGAHGAH.. I fell sick on my first day there! like terribly sick.. then my collegue also fell sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really think it's the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway .... Company SEcretarial places aren't all that bad.. I've been to one where it's far more impressive than the Listed company itself! they have see through glass lifts... keng or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. anyway so that's my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and I bought a new bag already.. ^_^ will post up a picture soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8563374409389026673?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8563374409389026673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8563374409389026673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8563374409389026673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8563374409389026673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/11/week-at-clients-place.html' title='A week at client&apos;s place'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-3097550932414798702</id><published>2008-10-26T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:38:55.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I REALLY want this bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261423838540427330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SQRVGtz5cEI/AAAAAAAABsY/sMhlYkyf4Bw/s400/yhst-39729670263618_2023_1626873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want this bag. it's so lovely. I hope I can gethtis bag. REALLY. I really want this bag! Don't you think it's so classy? hehehe. Dunno what this bag is called but I'll have to search for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;^_^ that and my sister got me this bag during her trip to Kuching.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261425344036843234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SQRWeWONruI/AAAAAAAABsg/u_wanrNpT2Q/s400/DSC04243.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll do for now until I get that! but i still think this one kinda cute too.. matches my personality?? hehe .. it's PINK.. it has flowers.. and it has a GIGANTUS ribbon on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-3097550932414798702?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/3097550932414798702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=3097550932414798702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/3097550932414798702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/3097550932414798702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/10/i-really-want-this-bag.html' title='I REALLY want this bag'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SQRVGtz5cEI/AAAAAAAABsY/sMhlYkyf4Bw/s72-c/yhst-39729670263618_2023_1626873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-5948937519634263167</id><published>2008-10-26T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:17:03.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming out of insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a story I wrote on 11 April 2004. I found it while cleaning up some old stuff my sister gave me back from her&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;apartment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming out of insanity&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;that is the old title.. I'd like to rename it "Bob")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*dedicated to all the Bob's who found happiness*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was not Bob, at least I don't think it was. Well, it might have been Bob, but I highly doubt it. Bob was found wantering the streets, holding on to a piece of paper, a leaflet that was pass to him, no doubt during his wanderings. A full grown man, about 35, I'm guessing, walking alone on the streets. That's not uncommon, at least where I come from. But for Bob, it was different. He was 'special', that's the nice way for talking about someone with mental disabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to our Home at about 5.04 am. I remember it clearly, as the cool morning breeze blew and the neighbourhood was not up yet, a car pulled up and a young gentleman got out and had Bob on his arm. Bob looked happy but confused. The young man, I never caught his name, explained it might be safer if he left 'Bob' here with us. The young man, of course didn't know what to do with him, but he had a kind heart and didn't want Bob to be left in the streets. Of course, this young man did not call Bob, Bob, so let me just tell you how Bob got his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Bob sitting in his chair one day, eyes glazed and looking at nothing in particular, with a huge grin plastered on his face. I decided to 'talk' to Bob for a bit. Bob looked like a Bob to me so ...  I looked into an empty box in the room, I called out "Bob... Bob! are you in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob didn't take the bait. He didn't stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called out again.. this time looking under the chair and tables, "Bobbbb.... can you hear me?" "Where did you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob's attention shifted slightly as he looked at this crazy girl who was looking for something or someone named Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Bob and asked him earnestly... "Have you seen Bob?" and gave him a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob looked back with his wide eyes, goofy grin intact, and shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the speciality about Bob, his smile. I will never forget his toothy grin that would melt any heart and from that momment, he was Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We figured that Bob may have gotten lost from his family as he looked pretty well cared for someone his age. But we never knew for sure. We looked in newspapers and local listings for missing people but non appeared matching Bobs description. Bob on the other hand was getting on smoothly at the Home. Spending most of his time in the world of his own, his regular chuckles and gleeful giggles would echo through the halls as he watched futterflies fly free. He had such a passion for nature. He kived tge treesm plants and even the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with Bob, watching him take in breaths of air direct from the leaves as he indicates the best ways to breathe to me. I watched him, as he has a limited vocabulary, yet his actions spoke louder than anything anyone could say. His exuberance for life was simply breathtaking yet he was blissfully unaware of everyday surroundings. He merely lived for momment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Bob filled with pure happiness blissfully ignorant of everything else whilst I pondered upon my own life. Perhaps Bob was int he right world. The world created by him where only what he cared for mattered. A reality created by him, for him. A nice ideal for sure, but would I ever see the perfect world he had created?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob left us one day, as abrupt as we had found him. Suddenly the world was without Bob and all we're left is a memory of a wide toothy grin everytime a butterfly flies free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-5948937519634263167?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/5948937519634263167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=5948937519634263167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5948937519634263167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5948937519634263167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/10/coming-out-of-insanity.html' title='Coming out of insanity'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-6864730204071361389</id><published>2008-10-24T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:00:14.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know when you're really bored.. when....</title><content type='html'>you get excited over trivial matters like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;being the first person to post on kennysia's &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2008/10/meeting_paris_h.php"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean. How insanely boring can that be?? but yet.. here I am.. blogging about it.. and wishing some people were online so I can brag about it.. &lt;em&gt;but no&lt;/em&gt;... EVERYONE is on their way home.. or driving home or already at home!.. while I'm here at work... *okay.. kinda blogging*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's worse than being proud of being comment no.1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having no friends to gloat to.. GAH. this is the epitome of lifelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260672396238771954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SQGprBGD1vI/AAAAAAAABsA/vpNvZXDfrls/s400/ks1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260672401887903218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SQGprWI6vfI/AAAAAAAABsI/FWkCrW5aLJQ/s400/ks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SQGpriHEW-I/AAAAAAAABsQ/pX6YmvUF6XU/s1600-h/ks3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260672405101370338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SQGpriHEW-I/AAAAAAAABsQ/pX6YmvUF6XU/s400/ks3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a close up shot of it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. I was kiasu too.. hehehe.. I put haha and clicked send! cause Ididn't want to lose my number one spot. I have to say tho.. this is my first ever post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes laahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a pathetic excuse for a human being..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SQGpGj1fW0I/AAAAAAAABro/uhanJKE5HHc/s1600-h/ks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-6864730204071361389?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/6864730204071361389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=6864730204071361389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6864730204071361389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6864730204071361389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/10/you-know-when-youre-really-bored-when.html' title='you know when you&apos;re really bored.. when....'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SQGprBGD1vI/AAAAAAAABsA/vpNvZXDfrls/s72-c/ks1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-1637787089646047597</id><published>2008-10-18T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:29:00.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Sweat??</title><content type='html'>This post is for all you Lotion wearers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today when I was at gym... and in the steam room, i heard this really funny story.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it's all about Hot Yoga.. and how some people have WHITE Sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with the vain aunties who enjoy doing something.. i.e. Hot Yoga, and something else at the same time! They MUST do at least two things at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during classes, we SWEAT.. or perspire. either way.. we're wet like cats that got dragged through the rain. some more than others, but either way, you're guaranteed to break a sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then this lady who was telling the story.. said that she saw her partner.. sweat white colour.. and she thought that was strange.. Then when the Yogi came around to do his rounds.. and correct his students, he realised that his hands were all oily... it was so gross! and the mats were getting slippery too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the class before everyone left.. he made an annoucement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO NOT LOTION YOURSELF BEFORE THE CLASS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's uncomfortable for others around you and ... you have white sweat! hehehe... so unnatural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I just thought it was funny. I myself just finished my Hot Yoga class.. hehehe thankfully i've never had that before!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-1637787089646047597?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/1637787089646047597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=1637787089646047597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1637787089646047597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1637787089646047597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/10/white-sweat.html' title='White Sweat??'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8108803943588367655</id><published>2008-10-07T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:10:35.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is ar Pitee deh Ader Kountryes</title><content type='html'>the below extract is taken from Bernama&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 06, 2008 15:07 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Education: More Countries Keen On Tapping Into Malaysia's Experience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Leslean ArshadPARIS, Oct 6 (Bernama) -- Foreign countries, especially developing ones, are increasingly keen on tapping into Malaysia's experience in developing their education system.This follows Malaysia's active participation as a member of the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organisation's (Unesco) executive board, said Education Ministry's Secretary-General Tan Sri Dr Zulkurnain Awang.He said that since Education Minister Datuk Seri Hishammuddin Tun Hussein's election into Unesco's executive board in October last year, Malaysia had been receiving visits from countries such as Oman, Yemen and South Korea which were keen on studying the country's education system.He said Saudi Arabia had also given contract to Malaysia to implement the smart school concept in that country.Zulkurnain said Hishammmudin had also been invited by the Mexican government to table a working paper on Malaysia's success story in education, in particular, its teachers' training programme and the provision of quality education."Such a session is useful in promoting Malaysia as a centre of excellence and provide good opportunities for networking as well as for disseminating direct information on Malaysia to other countries," he told Bernama.Hishamuddin was elected into Unesco's executive board after obtaining 147 votes in the Asia-Pacific group during the organisation's 34th general assembly in October.Zulkurnain said Malaysia's participation in Unesco, through the education minister, would enable the country to promote its achievement in the field of education and at the same time, enable Malaysia to tap into the experience of others.He said Unesco's objective of promoting education for all (EFA) was in line with Malaysia's own initiative to expand accessibility to education."We have been receiving recognition from many countries in Asia, Middle East, Africa and Latin America because of Malaysia's EFA undertaking," he said.-- BERNAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno lah. but I guess everyone wants a their future children to be 'lab rats' of the ministers...&lt;div 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Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-3606017488535667525</id><published>2008-10-07T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:07:37.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Privatisation of Air Asia? the shares have gone up!</title><content type='html'>Air Asia, private?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5jyjdvmYmJb66V3UeGAJC4VA0YQRA"&gt;http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5jyjdvmYmJb66V3UeGAJC4VA0YQRA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysia's AirAsia may be taken private as industry slows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUALA LUMPUR (AFP) — AirAsia, the region's largest low-cost carrier, said Saturday it is exploring "various options", following a newspaper report that it may soon be privatised.&lt;br /&gt;"We have continuously been exploring various options at both shareholders and company level," Kamarudin Meranum, group deputy chief executive officer told AFP.&lt;br /&gt;"There is nothing to confirm at the moment," he said in response to the report in business newspaper The Edge.&lt;br /&gt;"(AirAsia) has generated a lot of interest but there has always been scepticism about its business model from investors looking at short term returns," the weekly cited an unnamed source as saying.&lt;br /&gt;Kamarudin said the management was focused on ensuring the carrier, a listed company, remained profitable during challenging times.&lt;br /&gt;"We are the controlling shareholders. We still feel the company has a lot of potential. We are a fairly young carrier," he said.&lt;br /&gt;AirAsia had room to expand and was concentrating on building an infrastructure to ensure growth and profit, he added.&lt;br /&gt;But Kamarudin said since AirAsia was listed, "we must be cautious of any statements we make in relation to any development within the company".&lt;br /&gt;AirAsia's controlling shareholder is Tune Air Sdn Bhd, which held 30.7 percent of its shares as at end-March this year.&lt;br /&gt;Tune Air's shareholders are AirAsia chief executive officer Tony Fernandes and Kamarudin himself.&lt;br /&gt;Global airlines are expected to post a combined loss of 5.2 billion dollars in 2008 on a "toxic" combination of high oil prices and falling demand, the International Air Transport Association (IATA) warned last month.&lt;br /&gt;Passenger load factors -- the ratio of arriving and departing passengers to arriving and departing seats -- fell to 79.2 percent from the 81 percent recorded over the same period last year as capacity growth outpaced demand, it said.&lt;br /&gt;Since beginning of the year, AirAsia shares have lost 23 percent while the Kuala Lumpur Composite Index shed 30 percent.&lt;br /&gt;AirAsia said in August its net profits plummeted 95 percent in the second quarter compared to a year ago, blaming high fuel costs and foreign exchange losses.&lt;br /&gt;The company, launched in December 2001 with just two aircraft, has become the region's biggest low-cost carrier and been imitated by national carriers and other low-fare start-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the share prices have gone up... Malaysians always think that a Maxis will happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-3606017488535667525?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/3606017488535667525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=3606017488535667525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/3606017488535667525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/3606017488535667525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/10/privatisation-of-air-asia-shares-have.html' title='Privatisation of Air Asia? the shares have gone up!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-1875283378167596500</id><published>2008-10-07T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:04:42.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why you shouldn't make your husband angry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mysinchew.com/node/17028?tid=14"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filipino Man Blows Up Wife, Himself In Malaysia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="taxonomy_term_4" title="" href="http://www.mysinchew.com/taxonomy/term/4" rel="tag"&gt;News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="taxonomy_term_14" title="" href="http://www.mysinchew.com/taxonomy/term/14" rel="tag"&gt;Headline&lt;/a&gt;  2008-10-07 10:38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: Malaysian police say a Filipino refugee has killed his wife and himself with explosives during a marital dispute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police chief Rowell Marong says the killings have orphaned their 11 children, aged from 3 to 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marong says Babin Isang, a fishmonger, used explosives to kill himself and his wife at her sister's house in Kota Kinabalu city in eastern Sabah state Monday (6 Oct). The explosives are suspected to be those used illegally in fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says the couple, both 35, died immediately. Their niece sustained slight injuries.&lt;br /&gt;Marong said Tuesday (7 Oct) that Babin's wife Indak Musa is believed to have asked for a divorce because she suspected her husband of having an affair. (AP)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why... you should always take the explosives away from the husband before you make him angry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-1875283378167596500?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/1875283378167596500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=1875283378167596500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1875283378167596500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1875283378167596500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/10/reasons-why-you-shouldnt-make-your.html' title='Reasons why you shouldn&apos;t make your husband angry...'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-119776821224704327</id><published>2008-10-07T09:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:36:46.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann's been Punk'd! *trademark*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was October 6th 2008, the time was 12 pm. The Plan was in motion... Ann's birthday is the next day so we plotted and planned for the Surprise birthday punk'd session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Originally we had wanted to get him a big Apollo cake. that was scrapped because we just did it for jef's birthday in Melaka which was kinda successful.. ( what with the ann drama of locking himself in the room only to find out that he didn't! ahaha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254229340292070466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SOrFvzSLPEI/AAAAAAAABPg/Mtax8CyNnDE/s320/n610591147_1351976_2157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we decided to get Ann instead! the wheels were set in motion as Jef had asked ann for 'yumcha' as Ann said that he was busy... Jef had to take out the 'tai tee' and say that he broke up with PS cause he cause PS with another guy! (drama!) then Ann was clearly upset that this had happened. so he msged PS. but PS was not sure what to reply so she had to check with jef to see what to reply! hehehe.. then Jef prolonged Ann's agony by asking him to yumcha at 11. (that was the initial plan) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then Ann, came back early from his dinner, and thennnnnn... at 10.30 (way before the meeting time) said. Come I pick you up! . Jef panicked and asked us all to gather. WAh I was watching house ok! and my car was getting washed. so PS had to pick us all up. In the meanwhile, Jef said that he was out, hence ann can't come to his house. (cause we were meeting up at jef's house) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We arrived at Jef's house and drew out the plan. the plan was to park at one side of the park, and then they would walk from his end of the park to our end and we'd MUG him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we drove to the end of one park.. and parked there and got out.. and prepared our stuff (we wanted to mayonaisse him too.. hehehe PS's plan!.. that's why we brought him to the park cause we wanted to make him dirty.) we checked out good hiding spots.. but none were good as it was mostly flat areas.. Peter found a 'spot' behind a low hill.. and hid there.. aHAHahhaAHa. it was quite funny actually! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were at the entrance.. and i was keeping watch for them to arrive... they walked.. and walked..and Jef was dying inside trying to control himself from laughing out loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ann talked about how Jef shouldn't be angry.. and what he should do.. and things that he can do. Ann's a really nice guy! (available too!) and Jef was trying to contain his laughter... then at the end of the road... we POPPED out.. Ann was soo surprised he started hitting jef.. and he was laughing like a maniac. HaHaha. we didn't manage to catch anymore pictures and videos.. but we'll do it next time! (yes there will be a next time... hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so this is the Pictures of what we took after the whole doodah.. at Kapitan mamak. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me putting the candle on the cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The conspirators ( except Peter.. he was just there.. and he didn't finish his work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Punk'd and his cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is how the cake looks like NOT on his face... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is how the cake looks like ALMOST on his face.. (look at Jenn!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry to dissapoint.. but we didn't smash it in his face.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenn saying hahaHa you've been punk'd! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ann saying 'yeah i've been punk'd'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the group of mischevious mayhem makers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a close up.. just in case the other one didn't do us justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jenn saying peter's the next to kena.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Peter dun believe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or me??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7193.JPG" border="0" /&gt; hehe Indomee goreng. ( we prefer meeSedap)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You think I can eat it from here?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7201.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peter and his Travel Guitar... he travels everywhere with it (yes girls...he's available too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ann.dj/birthday2008/IMG_7221.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-119776821224704327?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/119776821224704327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=119776821224704327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/119776821224704327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/119776821224704327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/10/anns-been-punkd-trademark.html' title='Ann&apos;s been Punk&apos;d! *trademark*'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SOrFvzSLPEI/AAAAAAAABPg/Mtax8CyNnDE/s72-c/n610591147_1351976_2157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-6560460791332423003</id><published>2008-09-17T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:28:17.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Long Call</title><content type='html'>Hello~ and sorry for the delay.. I was called to the Bar at the KL High Court (RKK division) on 29th August 2008.&lt;br /&gt;There was alot of drama before my call... hence I was very busy during my 2 week holiday... simply travelling to and forth the courts.. the AG's chambers.. the Bar Councils, BAr committees, simply to get all the matters done before the time is up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the long wait has been long over.. and i've been practising ( without a BC yet.... still doing my filing of my papers) for a while now ( and also that the Court is SUCH A HASSLE TO GO TO! GRRR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some of my pictures of the day.. There's quite a few pictures, and I was kinda lazy to upload them all, so I just compiled them into three pictures. Kindly click on them to see them in finer details! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall let you in on the morning that is the 29th August.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;dreamlike sounds..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts at approximately 3 am. I woke up and I was a bit jittery. I don't seem to be able to sleep because I still worried about my call! but I soon fall asleep like the PIG I am (&lt;em&gt;evident from the pictures .. I know... I no longer have a neck&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up at 6, and got ready to wear my robes and bib (&lt;em&gt;graciously lent to me by Cynth&lt;/em&gt;ia) put on some makeup ( &lt;em&gt;to which later my bosses said.. WAH everyday don't wear makeup, today wear makeup?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I woke my family up and we proceeded to go to the courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my then Very Pregnant Sister (&lt;em&gt;she has now given birth to a healthy little baby girl&lt;/em&gt;) lived only down the road from the Duta Courts, my mum dropped me off to the courts and they merrily had some VERYVERY Yummy Nasi Lemak at my sister's apartment! (&lt;em&gt;soo jealous!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i waited lah (&lt;em&gt;with a tummy ache too&lt;/em&gt;) Outside the courts and I got to know No.1 on the list (&lt;em&gt;you can check out his name in one of the pictures below&lt;/em&gt;). He was telling me all sorts of stories about his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited.. for the time to come.. Slowly but surely.. more people come in.. some of them I know.. some of them I don't. My Master is slightly late and Pn Hendon is quite jittery asking me where he is. I gave Mak (&lt;em&gt;Elaine's Husband&lt;/em&gt;) a call and she said she's on her way.. (&lt;em&gt;STRESS AH??!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Judge came in (LATE!!) the proceedings began.. MY GAWD the first two fellas have like a WHOLE LIST OF THINGS they did that is possibly nominees for the "&lt;em&gt;most-amount-of-things-you-can-possibly-write-about-yourself- award&lt;/em&gt;". I was sooo stiff in my seat and I felt a backache coming along. But you know what? It'll be etched in my memory forever... that the first guy was in the ARMY and was from MARA, and the SECOND GUY wanted to be an air steward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third guy was a close runner up... as his story could only warrant a ''best &lt;em&gt;attempt-at-the most-things-you-could-write-about-yourself-award&lt;/em&gt;" from brunei. Unfortunately for him the Judge decided to rile up his feathers and asked him HOw he was exempted from the BM paper as he didn't take the SPM?? Pn Hendon saved the day indicating that he only requires to take the Olevels BM paper and he was SAFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was like I don't care what's going on... cause their stories were short ( &lt;em&gt;Like mine&lt;/em&gt;) I wanted to bore the wits out of the people there with my talented story spinning abilities but i was afraid that... the judge may point something out and ASK ME infront of everyone! and If I couldn't asnwer that.. and he postponed my call! GAH.. it's not worth it! so I did the minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the judge talked about some weird thing... (&lt;em&gt;I still don't know what he meant by that but i assume that it's to encourage us as soon to be lawyers in the profession&lt;/em&gt;) he let us Out. and we took our pictures. and then.... we went outside! and I was like a BIG STAR... everyone wanted to take pictures with me ( &lt;em&gt;okay.. everyone that I knew&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SNEc1Ed6nBI/AAAAAAAABPI/VaHpxOXG5qE/s1600-h/longcall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247006738921200658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SNEc1Ed6nBI/AAAAAAAABPI/VaHpxOXG5qE/s320/longcall1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SNEc1DU5xAI/AAAAAAAABPQ/fynB6yTbKpw/s1600-h/Longcall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247006738614961154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SNEc1DU5xAI/AAAAAAAABPQ/fynB6yTbKpw/s320/Longcall2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SNEc1bMdMAI/AAAAAAAABPY/SUGCVDqozls/s1600-h/longcall3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247006745021984770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SNEc1bMdMAI/AAAAAAAABPY/SUGCVDqozls/s320/longcall3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap! i'ts the BUAT KERJA sign! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's it about my Long Call!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what I'm gonna write after this!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-6560460791332423003?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/6560460791332423003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=6560460791332423003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6560460791332423003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6560460791332423003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/09/my-long-call.html' title='My Long Call'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SNEc1Ed6nBI/AAAAAAAABPI/VaHpxOXG5qE/s72-c/longcall1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-2013977523640090541</id><published>2008-08-27T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:54:35.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing what during my 2 week break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SLVOUSO0afI/AAAAAAAABNo/JNloBI1Cww8/s1600-h/SP_A0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239179851913783794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SLVOUSO0afI/AAAAAAAABNo/JNloBI1Cww8/s320/SP_A0704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SLVOUUsYZbI/AAAAAAAABNw/vA_g4xPykY4/s1600-h/SP_A0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239179852574647730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SLVOUUsYZbI/AAAAAAAABNw/vA_g4xPykY4/s320/SP_A0699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SLVOUfOd_0I/AAAAAAAABN4/g1Pgsrnld5o/s1600-h/SP_A0697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239179855401975618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SLVOUfOd_0I/AAAAAAAABN4/g1Pgsrnld5o/s320/SP_A0697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SLVOVRJBa-I/AAAAAAAABOA/3DG7_d7O0LU/s1600-h/SP_A0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239179868800904162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SLVOVRJBa-I/AAAAAAAABOA/3DG7_d7O0LU/s320/SP_A0693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SLVOVi_ti9I/AAAAAAAABOI/EgSaWRLMmfM/s1600-h/SP_A0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239179873593691090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SLVOVi_ti9I/AAAAAAAABOI/EgSaWRLMmfM/s320/SP_A0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a two week holiday. It ends this tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my holiday I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cleaned my room (it's a mess now)&lt;br /&gt;2. attempted to iron my clothes (the key word here is attempt)&lt;br /&gt;3. went back and forth AG's Chambers in PUTRAJAYA, DUTA COURTS, BAR COUNCIL, SELANGOR BAR, for about half a bazillion times.. only... you'd think that my holiday was actually in these four buildings by the way I visited them!&lt;br /&gt;4. Actually Squeezed in a Mini Holiday in Bukit Tinggi ( see pictures and illustrations later)&lt;br /&gt;5. played Rock Band ( and rocked out the PS3)&lt;br /&gt;6. watched some fireworks,&lt;br /&gt;7. Finally watched the opening and closing ceremony of the Olympic Games&lt;br /&gt;8. straightened my hair, (with no effects whatsoever.. my hair is STILL UNRULY)&lt;br /&gt;9. checked my eyes for astigmatism (whichh is what a first shop told me.. but then I checked and he said that my eyesight was perfect and that I didn't require any Glasses... and it was Std. 4 all over again.. where my mum tells me i'm paranoid and always wanting to wear glasses to look dorky... but I have to admit.. there was a pretty nice pair of glasses at the shop)&lt;br /&gt;10. went shopping at Jusco Carrefour Giant alot. and&lt;br /&gt;11. sat down and coloured my heart's content with some small little kid's colouring booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During my Holidays.. I DIDN'T...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to gym at all ... ( TERRIBLE!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Cook&lt;br /&gt;3. Bake&lt;br /&gt;4. Go for a REALLY LONG HOLIDAY&lt;br /&gt;5. go for a manicure/pedicure&lt;br /&gt;6. go for a facial&lt;br /&gt;7. try bikram Yoga&lt;br /&gt;8. rot at home&lt;br /&gt;9. travel travel&lt;br /&gt;10. wallow like a pig&lt;br /&gt;11. actually diet.... (this didn't work at all.. I think I actually put on weight)&lt;br /&gt;12. Read my corporate books that I havne't actually got around to reading yet.&lt;br /&gt;13. go to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;14. get a blood test done&lt;br /&gt;15. do a full medical checkup&lt;br /&gt;16. and all the other things that i might have been wanting to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-2013977523640090541?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/2013977523640090541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=2013977523640090541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2013977523640090541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2013977523640090541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/08/doing-what-during-my-2-week-break.html' title='Doing what during my 2 week break'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SLVOUSO0afI/AAAAAAAABNo/JNloBI1Cww8/s72-c/SP_A0704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8652024576939132134</id><published>2008-08-11T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:41:42.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Call date 29 - 08 - 2008</title><content type='html'>Dear People.. of all size, shape, matter, race, religion, belief, or Erm profession or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my long Call date will be on the 29th of AUgust 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH baby. that's about 18 days away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Parttyyy~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. if you don't know waht is a long call date... ;) it's the day I get called the the bar. No not the regular Bar.. the Bar Council. :) the day i'm a lawyer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8652024576939132134?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8652024576939132134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8652024576939132134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8652024576939132134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8652024576939132134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/08/long-call-date-29-08-2008.html' title='Long Call date 29 - 08 - 2008'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-5047327031623018948</id><published>2008-08-05T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:24:49.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 August 2008 - 9 months</title><content type='html'>Today is the date when I officially complete my 9 months as being a chambie student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll announce my Long call Date soon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepp an eye out for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-5047327031623018948?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/5047327031623018948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=5047327031623018948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5047327031623018948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5047327031623018948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/08/5-august-2008-9-months.html' title='5 August 2008 - 9 months'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-6391332060279839568</id><published>2008-08-03T20:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:26:55.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV Asia Awards 2008 - Mosh Pitting/Red Carpet Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mosh pitters are those people that make a concert... and the awards show.. look like it's the most Freaking awesome place to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the scene of Mosh pitters before..... when they are awaken from their slumber.. still drowsy eyed.. and waiting to board the bus to Genting Highlands ( Yes! RedCarpet/Mosh Pitters of the highest breed and class gets ferried to Genting Highlands by MTV and fed by MTV as well.. although we get 2 buns and a 100 plus and we've got to pee on cue. .. more stories later) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWqPdhZxCI/AAAAAAAABMY/Qu3VGWhXbeg/s1600-h/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273724860187682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWqPdhZxCI/AAAAAAAABMY/Qu3VGWhXbeg/s320/DSC01015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are A, B, C, D , E, F , G , H and I groups of Mosh Pitters that are supposed to go to the REd carpet and the Most pits which are closest to the stage. I assume that the Group I was invitations as they weren't as.. hmm.. hyped up as the rest of them? I know that Mosh pitters AUdITION for the role of Mosh Pitters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this is the story of a Most pitter. .. or rather someone who watched them do all the silly things! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWqPhQacAI/AAAAAAAABMg/cQqxGrX9v4M/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273725862670338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWqPhQacAI/AAAAAAAABMg/cQqxGrX9v4M/s320/DSC01018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In Genting Highlands.. we arrived approx at 1. They hurried us and told us to 'stuff our faces' as for dinner we'll only get a bun, and eat it while we're walking to the Arena of stars. And while eating the bun, and drinking a can of 100 plus, you've got to go pee and relieve yourself as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So we had Marry Brown. :D not bad! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWqPmksRSI/AAAAAAAABMo/M-X0JtELRQY/s1600-h/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273727289902370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWqPmksRSI/AAAAAAAABMo/M-X0JtELRQY/s320/DSC01020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Pavillion ( not the KL Pavillion) we were briefed on how things goes (rather they were videoing us alot asking us to scream A whole bunch) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2008/08/mtv_asia_awards.php"&gt;Kenny Sia's &lt;/a&gt;blog and he was saying that the Mosh pitters were LOUD!. Oh yeah baby.. we're loud.. and we're proud! oh and we were battling it out between our own sections as well. heh there was this team. TEam B.. that were SUPER Junior Fans.. (I also dunno who are they) but they were INSANE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWqP8P0kaI/AAAAAAAABMw/wY998nah5IQ/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273733107945890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWqP8P0kaI/AAAAAAAABMw/wY998nah5IQ/s320/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cam whore.. cam whore..No.1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWqPybS4dI/AAAAAAAABM4/BzqWHlYjtCA/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273730471715282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWqPybS4dI/AAAAAAAABM4/BzqWHlYjtCA/s320/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are.. going to the arena of stars to GREET the stars on the RED carpet. ETA 2.45pm. Time the Stars were supposed to get there? 4pm.... -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWpvljy0iI/AAAAAAAABLw/YMMtgRsDrM8/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273177261888034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWpvljy0iI/AAAAAAAABLw/YMMtgRsDrM8/s320/DSC01035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting outside on the RED carpet isn't THAT great of deal especially when the other MOSH pitters are DIE hard.. OSH PITTERS that will give up their lives and souls for their idols. ( yes. they were very VERY possesive over their front spots) If you can see in Kenny Sia's Blog (he's on the other side... the MEDIA side) you can see all the MANIACAL mosh pitters... just wanting to have asmile from their idols ( no they don't know half of them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWpvjDzDQI/AAAAAAAABL4/1oy5vu5qVW4/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273176590814466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWpvjDzDQI/AAAAAAAABL4/1oy5vu5qVW4/s320/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy Fanz! CRAZY okay.. CRAZY.. they were pumped up on adrenaline.. entertaining the camera guy... when there were no stars at all.. only the camera man.. and they were singing songs.. chanting names.. waiting for the stars to arrive.. singing Leona Lewi's One republic, and other people's songs.. They truly are fanatics. I couldn't even catch a glimpse of what was on the red carpet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWpv80oc2I/AAAAAAAABMA/sU2wQY0updw/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273183506527074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWpv80oc2I/AAAAAAAABMA/sU2wQY0updw/s320/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a scene when all of them are excited... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWpv_e8IbI/AAAAAAAABMI/0ujGbBgvqTg/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273184220848562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWpv_e8IbI/AAAAAAAABMI/0ujGbBgvqTg/s320/DSC01026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what most Mosh Pitters did when they saw the billboards... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWpv4_IXjI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Nnwxh1aqc2w/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273182476820018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWpv4_IXjI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Nnwxh1aqc2w/s320/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhoring session No.2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWo_dYkS1I/AAAAAAAABLI/W02bMThI4EY/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230272350433594194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWo_dYkS1I/AAAAAAAABLI/W02bMThI4EY/s320/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is possibly the Only Best picture I took but I had to really take a picture without knowing what i was taking.. sad isn't it'? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWo_VDcKhI/AAAAAAAABLQ/0rE4jT0fwv4/s1600-h/DSC01107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230272348197497362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWo_VDcKhI/AAAAAAAABLQ/0rE4jT0fwv4/s320/DSC01107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a Fan who was calling her friend after Super Junior (I still don't know them very much) squeezed her hand THREE times.. she was soo happy.. I think she almost fainted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWo_laJi3I/AAAAAAAABLY/ErtlGxVu76Y/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230272352587713394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWo_laJi3I/AAAAAAAABLY/ErtlGxVu76Y/s320/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is SUPER FAN No.1 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWo_sJhwdI/AAAAAAAABLg/3qgnYKcnPow/s1600-h/DSC01096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230272354397045202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWo_sJhwdI/AAAAAAAABLg/3qgnYKcnPow/s320/DSC01096.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Super Fan No.2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWpAOqU4fI/AAAAAAAABLo/dt1mk4JLoLU/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230272363661418994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWpAOqU4fI/AAAAAAAABLo/dt1mk4JLoLU/s320/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Super Fan No.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230271757917431202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWoc-FtJaI/AAAAAAAABKo/en3tu4zxRKU/s320/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Super Fan No.4 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230271751918030514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWocnvVjrI/AAAAAAAABKg/A_lmKAntjEE/s320/DSC01126.JPG" border="0" /&gt; the indonesian Band... (dunno what is their name)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWodBT0_bI/AAAAAAAABKw/hb0-6QW3qp4/s1600-h/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230271758781971890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWodBT0_bI/AAAAAAAABKw/hb0-6QW3qp4/s320/DSC01119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VAndalism by Leona... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWodZv1k6I/AAAAAAAABK4/Iawcm4U02MQ/s1600-h/DSC01121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230271765341901730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWodZv1k6I/AAAAAAAABK4/Iawcm4U02MQ/s320/DSC01121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vandalism by Fiona..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWoddIzS9I/AAAAAAAABLA/dqKVANzUzyY/s1600-h/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWn5VHbJpI/AAAAAAAABJ4/N7GG6lduAvI/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230271145623365266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWn5VHbJpI/AAAAAAAABJ4/N7GG6lduAvI/s320/DSC01129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a very cute guy.. dunno who is that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWn5VVbOqI/AAAAAAAABKA/26DzzEpjqKM/s1600-h/DSC01133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230271145682090658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWn5VVbOqI/AAAAAAAABKA/26DzzEpjqKM/s320/DSC01133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fans should know how to dress...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWn5hpzcHI/AAAAAAAABKI/x_TLtAi3aag/s1600-h/DSC01134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230271148988788850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWn5hpzcHI/AAAAAAAABKI/x_TLtAi3aag/s320/DSC01134.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leona wanted to go to the Toilet~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWn56eP4eI/AAAAAAAABKQ/RLd52HlzYdw/s1600-h/DSC01135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230271155651207650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWn56eP4eI/AAAAAAAABKQ/RLd52HlzYdw/s320/DSC01135.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ENtering Block C.. to get into our Mosh Pits &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWn55zohoI/AAAAAAAABKY/6tIZ812u0sc/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230271155472467586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWn55zohoI/AAAAAAAABKY/6tIZ812u0sc/s320/DSC01137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leona saying that No.. she doesn't need to go to the toilet anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmw6258QI/AAAAAAAABJQ/8DE5Zdd_d3s/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230269901624176898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmw6258QI/AAAAAAAABJQ/8DE5Zdd_d3s/s320/DSC01139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camwhore No. 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmxNfID6I/AAAAAAAABJY/sFEeqQMAP18/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230269906624712610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmxNfID6I/AAAAAAAABJY/sFEeqQMAP18/s320/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside the Arena of Stars &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmxWHBquI/AAAAAAAABJg/B9Y95P_FeiU/s1600-h/DSC01146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230269908939549410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmxWHBquI/AAAAAAAABJg/B9Y95P_FeiU/s320/DSC01146.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super Junior &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmxeX8n9I/AAAAAAAABJo/XYyTeZmwXxA/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230269911158005714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmxeX8n9I/AAAAAAAABJo/XYyTeZmwXxA/s320/DSC01152.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jabberwokees &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmxnoXM6I/AAAAAAAABJw/FRoKrmzdukk/s1600-h/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230269913642775458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmxnoXM6I/AAAAAAAABJw/FRoKrmzdukk/s320/DSC01169.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super Junior wins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmGHmQbGI/AAAAAAAABIo/lwkjaoOPgEs/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230269166309633122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmGHmQbGI/AAAAAAAABIo/lwkjaoOPgEs/s320/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dunno who is that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmGP6SFUI/AAAAAAAABIw/lO_DcaH4RJM/s1600-h/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230269168541111618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmGP6SFUI/AAAAAAAABIw/lO_DcaH4RJM/s320/DSC01237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Script won.. (he's quite lengchai)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmGDyGK2I/AAAAAAAABI4/ZrLdollN96U/s1600-h/DSC01245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230269165285550946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmGDyGK2I/AAAAAAAABI4/ZrLdollN96U/s320/DSC01245.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PCD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmGqRpRcI/AAAAAAAABJA/eAa6ynUfpj0/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230269175618422210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmGqRpRcI/AAAAAAAABJA/eAa6ynUfpj0/s320/DSC01194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmGuISvpI/AAAAAAAABJI/eKQ6pSraEz8/s1600-h/DSC01214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230269176652938898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWmGuISvpI/AAAAAAAABJI/eKQ6pSraEz8/s320/DSC01214.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's the CLick Five doing the Kompang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230268323813212610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWlVFDdQcI/AAAAAAAABIY/bD3GpZ64xZ0/s320/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The Polar Bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWlVcOb_9I/AAAAAAAABIg/1KHz62s7XYc/s1600-h/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230268330033283026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWlVcOb_9I/AAAAAAAABIg/1KHz62s7XYc/s320/DSC01250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing that she was next to those gwailos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230268320057408626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWlU3EAPHI/AAAAAAAABII/dWa4IgJmThw/s320/DSC01253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ending Ceremony&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230268325119451586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWlVJ644cI/AAAAAAAABIQ/EVzv45aVzoI/s320/DSC01256.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The Acrobats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWkxzWxnZI/AAAAAAAABHo/Nu5zOWQGYl4/s1600-h/DSC01265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230267717766978962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWkxzWxnZI/AAAAAAAABHo/Nu5zOWQGYl4/s320/DSC01265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camwhore No. 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWkyKpt7gI/AAAAAAAABHw/CxOVgUP_tdQ/s1600-h/DSC01264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230267724020444674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWkyKpt7gI/AAAAAAAABHw/CxOVgUP_tdQ/s320/DSC01264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; someone Loves Leona..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWkyoQ6jsI/AAAAAAAABIA/ymLEvmXlsQ8/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230267731969478338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWkyoQ6jsI/AAAAAAAABIA/ymLEvmXlsQ8/s320/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone emptying the stadium...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the End of the MTV ASia Awards.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Fans were INSANE.. they were chanting and screaming througout the night.. we drank water from a "BLACK suspicious looking TONG filled with water" that and I was a bit beh song when other coloured mosh pitters came to our RED Mosh pit place and irratated me.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was this girl.. who came in.. and with her BAG decided to turn around alot and hitting me all the time with her BAG.. I felt like punching her. But I decided not to and only pushed her around.. BUT! there was this guy *slightly pervie if I don't say so myself* who came right up next to her really really close and then she was very upset. cause he was literally rubbing himself on her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She freaked and her friend came to be in between. Lol. I was quite happy for that pervie guy.. hehehe. Thanks to him... that girl wasn't soo ASSEY. anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End,.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230267728353080242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWkyayss7I/AAAAAAAABH4/cKsqdnOBgZg/s320/DSC01263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An Empty Seat and Lots of Glitter &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWQL8T2eUv4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWQL8T2eUv4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HiEm5x5DuZs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HiEm5x5DuZs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-6391332060279839568?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/6391332060279839568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=6391332060279839568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6391332060279839568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6391332060279839568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/08/mtv-asia-awards-2008-mosh-pittingred.html' title='MTV Asia Awards 2008 - Mosh Pitting/Red Carpet Experience'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWqPdhZxCI/AAAAAAAABMY/Qu3VGWhXbeg/s72-c/DSC01015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-6368774675447926835</id><published>2008-08-03T19:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:27:53.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Baywatch Queen of the Year 2008</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, I was Invited by Johnny of Baywatch (Dataran Prima) to be one of the judges for Miss BAywatch Quuen of the Year for Heat 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other co judges were the Miss Baywatch 2007 herself Chloe, and another guy from 3M. (I have his namecard somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*read story about chloe at the end*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the show consists of a little more than 3 sessions, the first, being the Casual wear (boh-ring), the Swim wear (Bikini galore) and Evening Dress ( what you see later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope I didn't take pictures of the girls in Bikinis.. ( I know you're moaning now..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i was the judge and I couldn't have the time to take pictures of the girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was VERY VERY busy crutinising the girls from head to toe. But I have to admit.. I kinda focused on only a few 'selected' areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guys tell me that I have the hardest job.. Nolah very simple only. The sets were simple. Give points for&lt;br /&gt;1. Facial beauty, facial expression, makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all the girls had the SAME look on them ( except a few weird ones) I gave them all pretty much the same for makeup. Unfortunately tho.. I can't say the same for their 'facial beauty' I admit I gave some girls VERY VERY low.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry lah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next SEt was BIkiniwear.&lt;br /&gt;i had to give points on&lt;br /&gt;2. skin texture, beautiful legs, and erm.. body proportions.&lt;br /&gt;(I know.. when else can you look at her legs and body and *ahem* proportions freely right? aren't you jealous~)&lt;br /&gt;Most of the girls had wonderfully long and slender legs. (some skinny but it's okay.. I'd kill to have those legs)&lt;br /&gt;some of their bodies were very nice~ ( I gave a lot of perfect scores for this one) and hardly scored badly.. except those that wore stockings... How to see skin texture???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the last set was elegance, poise, and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a couple of girls that I liked. Number 4 and 12 and I BIASly gave them more scores. They were nice looking ( although number 4 looked more like the snob but hey! beauty queens are like that wad! not everyone is a 'girl next door')&lt;br /&gt;and there was a girl ( I shall not mention the number) who had EXTRA big assets ... :D&lt;br /&gt;mebbe you can spot her below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all in all it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWdRjuOw4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/bvyxLmNy5wU/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230259467233182594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWdRjuOw4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/bvyxLmNy5wU/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Number 12 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWdRtzxHaI/AAAAAAAABHY/GIwSU3klag8/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230259469940759970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWdRtzxHaI/AAAAAAAABHY/GIwSU3klag8/s320/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Number 7 I think was very sweet, Number 11 (the red one) had a nice body! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWdRoI5pRI/AAAAAAAABHg/3OPhS_y2IeQ/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230259468418786578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWdRoI5pRI/AAAAAAAABHg/3OPhS_y2IeQ/s320/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Number 9 was okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcmrc5kCI/AAAAAAAABGo/jVxQJywiAnY/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230258730573598754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcmrc5kCI/AAAAAAAABGo/jVxQJywiAnY/s320/DSC00988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was how close I was.. yea.. I could see under their skirts.. and yes.. this is what they call evening wear.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcmtClafI/AAAAAAAABGw/TEAm_tqZF9E/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230258731000097266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcmtClafI/AAAAAAAABGw/TEAm_tqZF9E/s320/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at their shoes! and legs... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcm467Q8I/AAAAAAAABG4/yg6qtHqVU5c/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230258734189200322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcm467Q8I/AAAAAAAABG4/yg6qtHqVU5c/s320/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camera ain't that great.. (join the nuffnang competition and give me a camera la.. then I can post nicer pictures.. ;) sexier ones too! hehehe But here is the lineup of the girls (the lowest 2 scoring ones were kicked out.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcm_3twDI/AAAAAAAABHA/_Y944DLhyhI/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230258736054779954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcm_3twDI/AAAAAAAABHA/_Y944DLhyhI/s320/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcnDdopEI/AAAAAAAABHI/fC5kfGGNP-o/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230258737019135042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcnDdopEI/AAAAAAAABHI/fC5kfGGNP-o/s320/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was running around looking for the way up... to receive my 'token of appreciation' from Elaine.. the past year judge. ;) who also happens to be one of my bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcMWYdZNI/AAAAAAAABGI/GJpJB2EM5kc/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230258278241232082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcMWYdZNI/AAAAAAAABGI/GJpJB2EM5kc/s320/DSC00983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Number 1. One of the favourites of our table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcMVuMbEI/AAAAAAAABGQ/W3HqjTK01KQ/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcMZyhyNI/AAAAAAAABGY/HDX5m8ROjYA/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230258284422064370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWcMtaFaPI/AAAAAAAABGg/vtLws4NSsfU/s320/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is the girl in Pink/Red.. not very pretty I should say so but not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWb2j_VM4I/AAAAAAAABGA/Dl1tCE50Ft8/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story about Chloe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chloe doens't speak much English, and the guys at my table once they saw the former beauty queen at my table.. could not stop but to throw me messages and stuff ( yes they were throwing at me written messages from across the run way for me to get her number) and gesturing for me to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I obliged. Fiona always obliges (sometimes lah) So in my VERY Broken Hua yi I said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ni Ke YI Kei wo ni the tien hwa ma? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I didn't mean for her to give me her handphone but I meant number and she understood.. so she graciously wrote down her number for me. It was a DIGI number...;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's REALLY pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1331/1400344276_febb5571b1.jpg"&gt;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1331/1400344276_febb5571b1.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for more.. hmm lovely pictures of Chloe in 2007 go to the link below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterasia.com/forum/archive/index.php/t-4013.html"&gt;http://www.shutterasia.com/forum/archive/index.php/t-4013.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I couldn't find any professional pictures of the event (nolahh don't moan like that) but I'm sure some will come up soon! I saw some dude taking lots of pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pictures of me too. ;) ahaHahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway it was a great experience so now I can add "Beauty Pagent Judge" under my list of things done too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emfQGyMaqQI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emfQGyMaqQI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a youtube of me receiving the "token of appreciation" I have no idea how to embed it! It just doesn't work! &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/6815819-6368774675447926835?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/6368774675447926835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=6368774675447926835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6368774675447926835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6368774675447926835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/08/miss-baywatch-queen-of-year-2008.html' title='Miss Baywatch Queen of the Year 2008'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SJWdRjuOw4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/bvyxLmNy5wU/s72-c/DSC01005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-2309286872898708688</id><published>2008-07-20T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:31:46.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ethics Examination</title><content type='html'>i think most bloggers are anti social.. I mean.. if we really did have a life.. we wouldn't be telling perfect strangers our lives right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we would actually have an audience of friends that would listen to us rather than some stranger in zimbabwe reading about my Dear darling stressed ethics examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know they didn't want to tell me if I have passed or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just insane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WANNA STRESS ME MORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GrrRrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway regarding the CLP students that couldn't make it to the examination hall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW they must have like DIED inteh car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that on the morning of th CLP examination.. I woke up at 5 and got ready to lveave by 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waited there for like a good 2-3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was until I realised that.. heck.. no need to go so early.. THEN! I forgot to bring my statute book so I had my mum rush all the way down just to pass it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO yeah.. EARLY is always MUCH better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't imagine that you are stuck in the jam and it's like 9 already. and you'er nowhere close I thinkn I would have like DIED in stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I would have jumped on a motorcycle and got to the exam hall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since I'm driving on my own.. it would be quite difficult.. I would think so ... but mebbe I would have found some other way to do something about it. I have no clue. Or just cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's terribly upsetting.. especially when you've prepared yourself for a year for it .. sometimes MORE THAN THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you were all prepared.. when you're late.. and bothered.. and stressed... you're likely to lose concentration and focus and that will effect your actual paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.. the best of best would say.. you should just learn from it or that the best would not be affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ. Even the King of all Lions sometimes feel rattled at even the slightest things. so pelase don't expect a student who is putting maybe their livelyhood and aspirations and hopes and desires into the examination hall ... to be taken so lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, it might just be an exam. for others, it's a obstacle in thier pathways to their dreams, others is an escape from the lives that they've always knew, and some not for them, but for their families who has struggled together just to see their only child become somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i do hope they'll do something about it. That and the new CBE. hopefully they'll give out more clues about what they will be doing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.. ( and after the interview) I will let you know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSh. mebbe they wanna give me a medal of honoour~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I passed my Ethics EXAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* this post has been previously edited due to some requests by some quarters who wished that their identities remained anonymous.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona is always obliged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-2309286872898708688?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/2309286872898708688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=2309286872898708688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2309286872898708688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2309286872898708688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/07/ethics-examination.html' title='ethics Examination'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-5846795885142003140</id><published>2008-07-15T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:23:46.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Rant</title><content type='html'>I haven't gotten my Coca Restaurant Voucher yet. I think it's a SCAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Bat man will be released in 2 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you waiting for it? are you desperately awaiting to see how HEath Ledger does his last and final performance? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU REALLY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. so you are.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-5846795885142003140?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/5846795885142003140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=5846795885142003140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5846795885142003140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5846795885142003140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/07/mini-rant.html' title='Mini Rant'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-549933876118647059</id><published>2008-07-12T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:00:35.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Odori 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SHi4O2_oORI/AAAAAAAABBQ/87s-Hy7EFXA/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222126333356161298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SHi4O2_oORI/AAAAAAAABBQ/87s-Hy7EFXA/s320/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Festival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SHi4PG_oOSI/AAAAAAAABBY/Z8zRgPbzqAE/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222126337651128610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SHi4PG_oOSI/AAAAAAAABBY/Z8zRgPbzqAE/s320/DSC00972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every one hold hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SHi4PW_oOTI/AAAAAAAABBg/uwUADU9jUX4/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222126341946095922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SHi4PW_oOTI/AAAAAAAABBg/uwUADU9jUX4/s320/DSC00967.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sushi Conveyer Belt at Bon Odori&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SHi4Pm_oOUI/AAAAAAAABBo/68gXT07rqZc/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222126346241063234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SHi4Pm_oOUI/AAAAAAAABBo/68gXT07rqZc/s320/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting the Dance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SHi4P2_oOVI/AAAAAAAABBw/oO78Q-S5AtE/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222126350536030546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SHi4P2_oOVI/AAAAAAAABBw/oO78Q-S5AtE/s320/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely weather we got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know... that the Bon Odori actually is a ffestival for the departed souls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that the festival that is celebrated on a large scale basis in Malaysia.. is something like a huge cheng beng festival for the hungry ghosts. the appease the ghosts.. and perhaps make them less suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oaky I may not have all my facts straight here.. it was contributed mainly by PEegee.. and a little reading by Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt the event that is held in the Panasonic Sports Stadium here is mainly for people to gather, and eat japanese food, and buy balloons to release them into the air and watch them float higher and higher and higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda like a huge picnic. Not really anything special. There is an elevated stage where there are boys playing the drums and the girls dancing quite solemnly. I was wondering why they didn't show any enthusiasm in thier dancing but I was told by PG that it's not something you're supposed to be enthusiatic about. So the more solemn you face is the better it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly this is my first time to Bon Odori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was very well managed ( the Formula One and other events should take note of how a free public event can be managed so well) and that everyone had places to park.. and that the traffic.. kinda flowed.. as much as it could lah.. y  ou still can't deny the fact that you are in Malaysia and that the drivers are VERY MALAYSIAN and they will do anything they can to be 5 inches ahead of you. Just to prove that they can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this cause I'm guilty of beingone of  them.&lt;br /&gt;SAd.. I know but at least I ask my passengers to buckle up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it wasn't so great. thank goodness the weather was fair..no rain.. not too much sweat. and although I really want to wear a yukata... i think it would have been too stifling! but they looked really cute in one. Prob i'll get one before Comic Fiesta December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that I went for a manicure and Pedicure at NXZ. HORRIBLE&lt;br /&gt;SO HORRIBLE. I will NEVER go there again!&lt;br /&gt;please don't go there either!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just say no. Expensive and lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oaky I 'm done with my Rant.&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy hungry Ghost festival!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-549933876118647059?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/549933876118647059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=549933876118647059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/549933876118647059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/549933876118647059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/07/bon-odori-2008.html' title='Bon Odori 2008'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SHi4O2_oORI/AAAAAAAABBQ/87s-Hy7EFXA/s72-c/DSC00969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-4677120745733420722</id><published>2008-07-07T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:43:43.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the absence!</title><content type='html'>oh dear, I know I've been away for very long.. and I know that I've always wanted to blog.. I've taken soo many pictures just for blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but let me just tell you in short.. what has happened. well keep you up to date about the things that has happened to me in the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly since the whole Hanfook drama thing.. I actually won the tickets to go. Yeap! i'm watching them tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright and as for the Ethics Examination.. there was a HUGE DRAMA about it! wanna know more? Sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ethics Exams.. are open book, as you should know.. it is supposed to be easy and not for us to memorise the answers. The questions are tricky.. and if you ask your seniors.. they won't tellyou the questions.. cause they either forgot about it.. or because it's ALWAYS THE SAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. they may have a few variations.. but the essence is still the same.. afterall the do state that all the answers can be found in the manuals that they provide to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. being CLP brats.. we JUST HAVE to bring out notes from CLP in. Thisis a bad habit of ours.. cause we always need to have more than we actually read and perhaps during the examination we have that extra time to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were with our CLP notes in hand.. when suddenly out of the blue, The invigilator told us all that we are only allowed to use our notes and all other OUTSIDE notes are forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK fine.. *grumble grumble* They said it was an open book test was it not? so we diligently put it away. But some people didn't listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the invigilator was TERRIBLY upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she said... that we are a BuNCH OF CHEATS .. alright.. fine.. she has her right to say that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that she wanted to make us retake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after that.. we found out that... there were answers being cirulated on the WEB for the Ethics course. and I was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD I HAVE NOT THOUGHT ABOUT IT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Googling is my life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even have the slightest thought about googling the ethics examination. But lucky thing I didn't as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said that the y have identified the parties that were caught 'with the asnwers obtained from these 'sources'' and therefore they will take discipinary action against them and report them to their Masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.. so DRAMA hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the results are supposed to be out today.. and this week.. so let's keep our fingers crossed that I'll make it though and have no problems arising afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that ends the Ethics Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that I went down to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH... I thought that Singaporean Transport system is efficient and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY WAS I WRONG! Maybe cause i don't know how to read it.. but it seems that neither does the Singaporeans. I was in REdHill looking for REDhill Center. and what the heck.. they gave me all sorts of directions and places to go and I was... OMG ... in Chinatown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in industrial AREA.. and then in REDHILL Square.. but no Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only finally after 5.30 when the office is closed.. did I manage to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP. LATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERRIBLE.. wasted one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's oaky otherwise I had a wonderfully fantastic time in Singapore with Suen and Tabs . Suen was soo nice to bringme all over the palce to eat satay sushi.. (asparagus wrapped in Bacon) and the nicest desserts! it was soo delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I came back and got back to the humdrum of working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we eat Charcoal Steamboat in Tmn Berkeley. the Portions are HUGE and for only 13 bucks a head and the yummiest soup. *salty!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for Our Monthly Dinner we had a go at SS2 Korean Restaruant. Not as great as dorea.. My first LOVE ~~ *heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't recommend going there.. I'll prefer Dorea in Taipan anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then! i entered this contest on vkeong.com about the Malaysian Food Blog and I WON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won two buffet STeamboat at Coca REstaurant and OMG the food there look absolutely mouth watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liek honestly.. It looks so good I check my email every other hour to see if the lady has emailed me about my voucher that I'm supposed to get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well anyway, ^_^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;update soon.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LICHOONG! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-4677120745733420722?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/4677120745733420722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=4677120745733420722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4677120745733420722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4677120745733420722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/07/sorry-for-absence.html' title='Sorry for the absence!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-360976044280216597</id><published>2008-06-11T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:49:48.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Your Average Super Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sorry about this.. I wanna win some tickets... and! sorry for not posting up the pictures yet.. havne't had the time to upload the pictures onto the blog... and it keeps getting delayed! that and I have an ethics exam soon..a nd I havne't even prepared for it yet! yikes! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this new movie called HanCock.. (&lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/blog/2008/06/09/nuffnang-exclusive-private-screening-hancock/"&gt;nuffnang is giving away tickets to people who post something about it!.. hopefully i'll get a pair!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the trailer whilst watching KungFupanda.. in Cantonese. Yeah.. I know.. what's the banana doing in the Cantonese section... I knoww.. you must have thought that I bought the WRONG tickets.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOLAAHHHH.. do I look that bimbo ish?? (stop.. don't say it! nooooooo dunnn!! -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. I really like Po. the KungFu Panda.. and Dreamworks had a wonderful gem with this one.. even if I didn't understand the movie much. ( i was relying on the slapstick comedy and the Malay subtitles) it was still hilarious.. Even if I think I didn't quite enjoy it as much as Chun Chieh. It's because it's in Cantonese and if you speak the language.. the jokes something you would get straighaway.. some inside joke.. something like Hokkien shows, which get lost in translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to watch KungFu Panda. It's the BOMB! the best part is it says&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery and today is your Present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and HanCock? well FIRSTLY.... the trailer was full of explosions. lots of CGI and lots of will Smith (who btw is looking older and older andolder...... and not much better) these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HanCock is supposedly a superhero living in the real world today. Inteesting?? i guess soo.. only to think that it's a bit far fetched.. but I guess what they want you to believe is that like IronMan and soon to be released the Dark knight, (drool). I hope that these superhero genres will be phased out soon (except Batman.. that one can go on and on for as long as Christian "Yummyness" Bale can do a push up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little short story about MY superHero named...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;HAN-FOOK&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Fook was born into a chinese family in the suburbs of Kuala Lumpur. Han Fook is the only male heir of the family for 9 girls. His sisters are named Han Yat, Han Yi, Han San, Han Seei, Han Em, Han Lok, Han Chat, Han Pak, and Han Sai Lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Fook's Father, Han Cheen, was VERY happy when Han Fook was born because now he could finally pass down the family business, of creating Hanney, to his one and only son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When HanFook was in his Mummy's Womb, Han Cheen was considering to name him Han Sem, but he thought it was too westernised and scrapped the idea. He feared that if he had named Han Fook, Han Sem, it would mean he would have a good face and not a good life with lots of money. Being the typical Kiasu ChinaMan, Han Cheen opted for the &lt;em&gt;'pau everything name&lt;/em&gt;' instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, more is always better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Han Fook was born, he didn't realise that he had any superpowers.. it was only late one night, when he had a bad tummy ache, he cried out loud! and lo and behold he realised that he could summon not just one bottle of milk, but one bottle of milk, one bottle of ribena, one bottle of water, one bottle of JD, one bottle of whisky, one bottle of cognac, one bottle of beer, one bottle of rum and one change of nappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was quite amazed with his talent and skill as he was only 1 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After growing up a little bit more, he realised that he had the power to summon not only liquids, but he had the ability to summon food with only the power of his speech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he had to do was to say what he wanted to eat and *poof* it would appear infront of him. He then later realised that his skill did not stop there. Soon he realised that his body cleaned itself. It was quite an amazing feat seeing that he didn't even need to think about it for his body to be cleaned. It would just miraculously cleaned itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HanFook was very happy as he only had to summon things that he wanted and it would appear.  At Age 7 he was convinced that he was the world's best superhero after watching it all on TV. So on his first Day of School, HanFook told his new found classmates... that he was a SUPER HERO.. and that if he was dirty, he would be automatically be clean again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his classmates threw him in a puddle and rolled him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HanFook smiled and stood up. But realised that he wasn't clean immediately afterthat. So he said.. "maybe my powers are a bit weak. Now I will summon any thing that you want!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his classmates asked him to summon some shit (&lt;em&gt;little boys mah&lt;/em&gt;). HanFook looked to the Skies Almighty and with a Thunderous Voiced Boomed.. "&lt;strong&gt;GIVE ME SOME SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies looked somewhat cloudy.. but No shit appeared.. He said.. "Maybe I try again" so he said "&lt;strong&gt;I WANT SHIT!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sparrow flew by but no shit appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends started jeering at him saying he was a Dirty little Fraud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly out of nowhere.. Some shit came flying down hitting him squarely in his face. and he Exclaimed "&lt;strong&gt;SHIT!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; with much glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HanFook was covered with Mud, and Shit, but he looked as happy as ever as he managed to show his friends that he was indeed a superhero. Hanfook's friends were pretty amazed that he was able to summon shit and looked up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsewhere.. Han Yat, Han Yi, Han San, Han Seei, Han Em, Han Lok, Han Chat, Han Pak, asked Han Sai Lar why took she took the trouble to get some Shit for Han Fook, at school he was not their problem anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Sai Lar replied "It was worth it to finally be able to throw some shit into that little brat's face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-360976044280216597?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/360976044280216597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=360976044280216597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/360976044280216597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/360976044280216597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/06/not-your-average-super-hero.html' title='Not Your Average Super Hero'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8866369494920287554</id><published>2008-06-08T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:08:16.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are somethings.. only a woman can do!</title><content type='html'>There are some things in the world... that can be done best by a woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SEuS3pIXA_I/AAAAAAAABAI/TcMRVUZfPLE/s1600-h/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209418878615487474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SEuS3pIXA_I/AAAAAAAABAI/TcMRVUZfPLE/s320/01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SEuS4JIXBAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/0Z7oc0Eg0eA/s1600-h/02.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209418887205422082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SEuS4JIXBAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/0Z7oc0Eg0eA/s320/02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SEuS45IXBBI/AAAAAAAABAY/ETf71iW68OQ/s1600-h/04.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209418900090323986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SEuS45IXBBI/AAAAAAAABAY/ETf71iW68OQ/s320/04.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SEuS55IXBCI/AAAAAAAABAg/f9marBkHTUM/s1600-h/05.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209418917270193186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SEuS55IXBCI/AAAAAAAABAg/f9marBkHTUM/s320/05.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SEuS65IXBDI/AAAAAAAABAo/RCPNWUrCiEY/s1600-h/06.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209418934450062386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SEuS65IXBDI/AAAAAAAABAo/RCPNWUrCiEY/s320/06.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6815819-8866369494920287554?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8866369494920287554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8866369494920287554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8866369494920287554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8866369494920287554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/06/there-are-somethings-only-woman-can-do.html' title='There are somethings.. only a woman can do!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SEuS3pIXA_I/AAAAAAAABAI/TcMRVUZfPLE/s72-c/01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8396587768541200425</id><published>2008-05-27T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:11:02.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selangor Bar's "Swinging to the 70's"</title><content type='html'>The Selangor Bar had a bit of a Meet and Mingle for the Lawyers, Judges and the Chambering Students as well as the KL BAR was invited as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly however it was the litigators that came to the Party.. Armed with their insatiable appetites for the Free Flow Beer.. they were more than happy outside enjoying each other's 'bottom's up' skill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet some interesting people at my table ( &lt;em&gt;I'm sorry I was a bit anti social and didn't do any Mingling despite the purpose of the event itself&lt;/em&gt; ) and I didn't get to meet other lawyers elsewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seemed quite intimidating as they were&lt;br /&gt;1. quite tipsy...&lt;br /&gt;2. much older than me.... ( &lt;em&gt;I didn't know where the other chambies were &lt;/em&gt;) and&lt;br /&gt;3. they were in a LARGE group whereas I was one AND!!!! more importantly&lt;br /&gt;4. they werent' any CUTE GUYS!!! (&lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SDuUJMA_VxI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wf4VSwUNDBw/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204916679921850130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SDuUJMA_VxI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wf4VSwUNDBw/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SDuUJ8A_VyI/AAAAAAAAA_A/BhlGsxgEPo0/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204916692806752034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SDuUJ8A_VyI/AAAAAAAAA_A/BhlGsxgEPo0/s320/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SDuUJ8A_VzI/AAAAAAAAA_I/-JuH7fwYAYs/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204916692806752050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SDuUJ8A_VzI/AAAAAAAAA_I/-JuH7fwYAYs/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some Rocker band to play for us. I'm pretty sure the Judges who weren't accustomed to Loud blaring music were given a time of their lives! ( they were seated right next to the stage) The Rocker Band.. I can't remember their names... play frequently at Hard Rock Cafe and has a rather good reputation.. and good skills! I would say.. That and they really rocked it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter a couple of beers to whet his throat.. he was more than happy to oblige the audience with some dancing and head banging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was a Lucky Draw ceremony as well ( &lt;em&gt;not that I won anything&lt;/em&gt; -.-)&lt;br /&gt;i hardly win ANY lucky Draws unLESS It's bias or rigged. other than that... No. I havne't won anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently according to some lawyers ( &lt;em&gt;who were at my table .. coincidently knew my master as well&lt;/em&gt;) said that the KL BAR is slightly more stuffy than the Selangor Bar. Idon't know.. I wasn't at the KL bar so I wouldn't know if it was stuffy or not! But I do know that at least the Lucky Draw prize giving ceremony was fun. and no one really bothered what the prize was.. they were just in it for the heck of it. Quite a good time I would say. If I had more friends there I'm pretty sure it would have been more enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SDuUKMA_V0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/H0hJ-seJRGI/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204916697101719362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SDuUKMA_V0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/H0hJ-seJRGI/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SDuUKsA_V1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/H7QKw59hN0Q/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204916705691653970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SDuUKsA_V1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/H7QKw59hN0Q/s320/DSC00858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But the night ended early for me.... maybe it's the corporate lawyer/antisocialness creeping out from under my skin.. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not quite sure if i'll attend anymore events like this.. but I surely didn't regret going! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. I MIGHT be posting up pictures of myself soon . ^_^ &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/6815819-8396587768541200425?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8396587768541200425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8396587768541200425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8396587768541200425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8396587768541200425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/05/selangor-bars-swinging-to-70s.html' title='Selangor Bar&apos;s &quot;Swinging to the 70&apos;s&quot;'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SDuUJMA_VxI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wf4VSwUNDBw/s72-c/DSC00854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-2756798713243420569</id><published>2008-05-16T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:26:08.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiona Q - the upgraded version</title><content type='html'>These days, it seems that the IN thing for Asians is to lose their VERY long surname.. and change it to one letter of the Alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they wanna emulate the J.Lo. and P Diddy.. and hosts of other names that people are trying to Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have SErena C, Adam C, dunno who else.. lah.. but got so many C.. soo I thought.. If I did teh same.. it's like following teh Crowd kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided that the new upgraded version of my name reflecting the times that we live in would be FionaQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for short.. it could be F...Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.. pleasee.. my name is NOT vulgar at all. it IS my real name after all.. actually my real name is FCQL.. but take that's too long laah..  macam tak best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway wanna hear a bit of drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day I was at this building in KL doing some due diligence (Corporate talk) and I parked my car. went up.. did my thing and came back down and realised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE HECK IS MY CAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STress.. DRAMA.. I went to the floors.. check check.. no car no car nocar!!!! why is my car no there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went up to the concierge and asked the guuy.. I can't find my car.. I really can't.. I hope and pray it's not missing.. I just hope I'm a dumbass that forgot where my car is... but I'm 99 percent sure i parked it at B2.. and I just can't seem to find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he went with me looking for my car.. nice guy.. he was in a suit and we were walking around the dingy basement looking for a small Myvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him.. do cars go missing often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said.. No.. not on his watch. it never happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there I was praying that I was indeed an idiot who parked her car somewhere else and got confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he said something VERY important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you part at Tower 1 or 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like erm.. i dunno. I just came out lah then I went up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me! OOHH mebbe I DID park in the other wing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly While he patrolled the floors with the motorcycle, I went to the other wing and looked for my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS THERE! *thank goodness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I sheepishly went back to the guy and told him.. ahaha.. Ya saya bodoh.. ( okay.. I didn't say that) I said.. Oh I was mistaken I'm soo sorry to take up your time.. I found my car already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Thankfully he didn't look at me with the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyoh... this Stupid bodoh girl" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had a laugh on his face when I sheepishly told him I found my car. AT B2. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and he said.. lain kali.. ingat k? wahh.. I felt like such a small kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the very next day.. i went to Taylors college to give a small talk about my experiences as a chambie. I felt soo OLD then. College life is QUITE different from what I experienced. It's almost like a US highschool. quite cool. Mine was more like a tuition center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. Bottom line is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my car *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but! If i have a tow truck.. I know exactly what practical joke to play next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-2756798713243420569?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/2756798713243420569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=2756798713243420569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2756798713243420569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2756798713243420569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/05/fiona-q-upgraded-version.html' title='Fiona Q - the upgraded version'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-9169847126821877582</id><published>2008-05-11T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:59:33.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Atomic Kitten</title><content type='html'>If you're feeling a lil bit bored.. and a lil bit adventorous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly go to the nearest travel agent/facebook/google/wiki and search for soemthing to do. maybe even go to a theme park and scare the beejibers out of yourself. Or eat that snake's heart that you never could quite do. But NEVER.. I repeat NEVER decide on getting a new haircut just because you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might look like a sheepdog afterwards. IF you're lucky enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. I was a bit adventurous.. as I've always been. and I talked to the Hairstylist. (remind me not to go there again.. they don't speak english) that's ALWAYS a bad sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him. What can you do with my hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER ALL ... he IS the Professional right??&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said.. blah blah blah.. cut shorter balh ablh.. will make your hair frizzy if you don't blow it. blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't quite sure what he was getting at.. so I just sat in the chair. then eh procedeed to cutting off my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUNKS of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!%#%@^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright at first I thought okay.. he's thininng myhair.. no problem.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! that.. *insert expletive of your choice here* fella. cut it so I now look like a sheepdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last fella who cut it.. did it so that the INSIDES are thin but the outside is nice and long. so it's nice looking.. like a proper person... you know.. the kind that looks nice when they wake up and dont' have to spend so much time on their hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS *insert any other expletive that you didn't use above* guy just made me look like a .. qualified LALA mui. with short hair and long tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTHWRHWTGHWTHWTGWTHWTH..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fringe.. is SOOO short and it's sooo unmanageable... that when I wake up.. it's like I have an atomic mushroom cloud on my head.... TERRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. I really dun like my new haircut. it's the BOMB. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no.. I will not post up a picture for everyone to see me looking like an the Atomic Kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I guess.. because I have a bad haircut. I have to put in more effort looking nice.. in OTHER ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.. such a bother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-9169847126821877582?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/9169847126821877582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=9169847126821877582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/9169847126821877582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/9169847126821877582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/05/atomic-kitten.html' title='the Atomic Kitten'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-302372701402295171</id><published>2008-05-09T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:06:43.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah Carey is and will forever be a Diva!</title><content type='html'>you know Mariah Carey follows the sign of the times when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the clothing that is on her for each music is getting smaller and smaller..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. her boobs magically get bigger and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... the title of her new song is LITERALLY 'TOUCH MY BODY'&lt;br /&gt;I mean. I know she was asking for it but... WAH .. a bit Direct right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However you TRULY know that Mariah Carey will survive the test of times.. ( she has just surpassed ANYONE and EVERYONE for most number of singles to hit No.1) At least I think so lah.. Cause you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a Crazy sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's clearly learnt well from the misdemeanours of Lindsay, Paris.. and anyone else.. why?&lt;br /&gt;Look at her lyrics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a camera up in here&lt;br /&gt;Then it's gonna leave with me&lt;br /&gt;When I do (I do)&lt;br /&gt;If there's a camera up in here&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd best not catch this flick&lt;br /&gt;On YouTube (YouTube)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if you run your mouth and brag&lt;br /&gt;About this secret rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will hunt you down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby I'm up in my bidness&lt;br /&gt;Like a Wendy interview&lt;br /&gt;But this is private&lt;br /&gt;Between you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the Part where she says she will hunt you down. In a seductive tone nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want a chick like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one cool Diva lah.. Only she will hunt people down.. Mebbe the new generation should learn a thing or two from her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-302372701402295171?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/302372701402295171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=302372701402295171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/302372701402295171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/302372701402295171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/05/mariah-carey-is-and-will-forever-be.html' title='Mariah Carey is and will forever be a Diva!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-7533565286147551882</id><published>2008-05-07T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:26:17.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Min Min Must be REALLY angry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCHJH0O-3aI/AAAAAAAAA88/geMVYXCxeGg/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197656581080014242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCHJH0O-3aI/AAAAAAAAA88/geMVYXCxeGg/s320/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this poster on the road out of Tmn Megah ( read Old LimkokWing/Williams) and I noticed the first one coming out of the junction near the school.. and then there was another one.. and then the last one at the traffic light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know don't know about you.. but probably this guy had the same idea as the guy who married Kelly TAn E Li. ( her name is so famous on the billboard, that guy might as well be Mr. Kelly!! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I guess the guy ( at least I think it's a guy) that pissed Min Min off must have not have the same deep pockets as Mr. Kelly. so he could only put up banners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if they are legal.. they definately DON'T look legal to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.. Dear Min Min.. I wonder if you're still angry.. and I really wonder what he did to piss you off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-7533565286147551882?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/7533565286147551882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=7533565286147551882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7533565286147551882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7533565286147551882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/05/min-min-must-be-really-angry.html' title='Min Min Must be REALLY angry...'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCHJH0O-3aI/AAAAAAAAA88/geMVYXCxeGg/s72-c/DSC00850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-6302151025974333058</id><published>2008-05-07T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:48:12.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day you forgot to bring your 'handphone' with you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFrxGbntyI/AAAAAAAAA8M/ZKqyvGoAikI/s1600-h/sony-ericsson-s500i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197553936246486818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFrxGbntyI/AAAAAAAAA8M/ZKqyvGoAikI/s320/sony-ericsson-s500i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (btw, that's my phone!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... everyone in the world tries to reach you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I put the term 'handphone' in inverted commas because, although it is commonly known and referred to as a handphone in Malaysia, many other people from other nations/ different backgrounds LAUGH! yes.. LAUGH at us un educated people who use the term Handphone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Because OF COURSE it's a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; HAND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; phone.. would it be a LEG phone? or an ARM phone? It's like stating the obvious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But you see, in Malaysia.. we fondly refer to the handphone as the handphone because we use our hands to use the phone. But that definition would not jsut be limited to handheld mobile phone. Why do we not call it a mobile phone? Some places do.. maybe some people do. But the majority still know it fondly as a handphone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And Yes. i'm not joking. People from other countries make fun of us 'handphone' duhh people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hahaha. Well I guess Malaysians are just people who either have a great sense of humour. Just like the Chinese (in China)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFt4WbntzI/AAAAAAAAA8U/_h1HvmtCjsc/s1600-h/ATT00592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197556259823793970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFt4WbntzI/AAAAAAAAA8U/_h1HvmtCjsc/s320/ATT00592.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;X rated a bit.. but he must be quite upset with the Fruits... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFt4Wbnt0I/AAAAAAAAA8c/ewgAEsEllr4/s1600-h/ATT00590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197556259823793986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFt4Wbnt0I/AAAAAAAAA8c/ewgAEsEllr4/s320/ATT00590.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hurtle wha?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFt4mbnt1I/AAAAAAAAA8k/mEt0oqbiAY8/s1600-h/ATT00598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197556264118761298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFt4mbnt1I/AAAAAAAAA8k/mEt0oqbiAY8/s320/ATT00598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this makes SOME sense... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFt4mbnt2I/AAAAAAAAA8s/5rbQtfLLYdI/s1600-h/ATT00604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197556264118761314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFt4mbnt2I/AAAAAAAAA8s/5rbQtfLLYdI/s320/ATT00604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Please dun take the pets... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFt4mbnt3I/AAAAAAAAA80/h6_CMjjvRn8/s1600-h/ATT00574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197556264118761330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFt4mbnt3I/AAAAAAAAA80/h6_CMjjvRn8/s320/ATT00574.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And won't you carefully meet your head with the beam right here? ^_^&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/6815819-6302151025974333058?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/6302151025974333058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=6302151025974333058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6302151025974333058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/6302151025974333058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/05/day-you-forgot-to-bring-your-handphone.html' title='The Day you forgot to bring your &apos;handphone&apos; with you...'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SCFrxGbntyI/AAAAAAAAA8M/ZKqyvGoAikI/s72-c/sony-ericsson-s500i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-4140539719440214426</id><published>2008-05-05T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:30:26.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lollipop Lollipop. oohhh loli lolipop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SB7Em2bntxI/AAAAAAAAA8E/W532gMeI7EY/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196807191757567762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SB7Em2bntxI/AAAAAAAAA8E/W532gMeI7EY/s320/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you rememebr the song that goes lollipop, lollipop.. ohhh loli lolipop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always sing that song whenever i'm in a good mood or when I'm eating a lollipop. I don't eat lollipops often. I used to when i was studying.. but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today during lunch I spotted a familliar sight. A lollipop jar.. filled with Lollipops.. the 1o cent kind you used to get at school. Nope not those round chupa chupa high class ones.. nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's those flat lollipops that come in an assortment of normal colourings and flavours. No such thing as vanilla straberry yogurt.. etct etc.. here you don't even know waht is the flavour.. only by the colour of the packaging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it didnt' taste like how i remembered it.. and it was gone before I knew it. Must be the bigger mouth. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i could have an altered memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never know for sure... ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-4140539719440214426?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/4140539719440214426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=4140539719440214426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4140539719440214426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4140539719440214426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/05/lollipop-lollipop-oohhh-loli-lolipop.html' title='Lollipop Lollipop. oohhh loli lolipop!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SB7Em2bntxI/AAAAAAAAA8E/W532gMeI7EY/s72-c/DSC00849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-7288249640786290558</id><published>2008-05-04T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:37:24.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women need to have permission from their relatives to travel abroad.</title><content type='html'>This has got to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. i'm sure there are more ridiculous things! But anyway, this instance, the MINISTER... lets not name any... said that.. to prevent the Women from being sold off into prostitution rings.. etc etc.. ALL women should get the approval from their relatives before leaving the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just WTH! So If I want to leave the country.. maybe for a business trip.. i need to get my family's consent? What If i'm busy and it's last minute? Will I be barred from travelling out of the country because my family wasn't available to say.. Yes my daugther is allowed to travel overseas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible policy Makers these people are.. It's not bad enought that only Fathers are able to bring their children out of the country at one point of time, but now women need to seek approval as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i remember.. we're not living in some place where our women get duped so easily into prositution. But I may stand corrected.. after all.. this minister MUST be well informed. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess to make sure that Wives do not go 'wandering' around.. they must be nipped from actually being able to make their own decisions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: 'abang.... saya nak pergi Bali... '&lt;br /&gt;Husband: 'tak boleh.. hanya bang yang boleh pergi tempat tempat ini tanpa pengetahuan you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're afraid of your Wife going to places to find out that your other wives stays there.. aiyoh.. no need to implement it nationwide right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway... besides that story.. i would just like to add alittle Yoga humour into your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havne't been to yoga in a long long while. and My body is as stiff as a corpse. But when I went back.. my yoga instructor was looking at me funny. And then after a while, after of course I said hi to him that I used to take his class a long time ago.. he said.. 'OH&lt;em&gt;! yeah I remember you.. you're MUCH chubbier now.. I didn't recognise you&lt;/em&gt;. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dammit* &lt;em&gt;thanks alot man...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he added. &lt;em&gt;'you've put on a lot of weight already&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sucks* &lt;em&gt;tell me something I DON'T already know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he added again &lt;em&gt;'why are you so fat now'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grrr* &lt;em&gt;cause I eat and didn't exercise lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he continued &lt;em&gt;'you used to be thinner. Your face is much rounder'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*haiiyaaahhhhhh* &lt;em&gt;cause I fat already mah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly. &lt;em&gt;'your tummy keeps sticking out'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pengsan* &lt;em&gt;dangit. I know you are fit lah... I already said i havne't been to gym!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway... after some stretches.. and my tummy showing here and there.. and my big ass made to stick out in many akward positions.. I was chuckling to myself in the mirror when I saw all the other rocking yoga persons. Heck I like Yoga ( liket he artistic Yoga) cause it looks cool. But some poses.. are like. WTH. it puts you in such a akward and humiliating position.. that honestly if you were doing that ANYWHERE else.. people will just stare at you funny.. and keep their children away from you. Most of the positions are quite obscene as well. If you odn't know what I mean, please feel free to observe a Yoga class. Anyone will do. and you'll see how akward some may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I TRY as best as I can to be fluid in yoga movement and make it in an ARtform. But really. it's difficult when he's telling you to put your toe on your head... or when he asks you to look at your butt. Or worse. stick your butt out and extend your hands. Sure some positions make you look like a ballerina but some others will make you cringe if someone was to take a picture. GAh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the best thing about Yoga is the 5 minutes meditating time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love that. no where else can you be an adult and still have nap time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-7288249640786290558?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/7288249640786290558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=7288249640786290558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7288249640786290558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7288249640786290558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/05/women-need-to-have-permission-from.html' title='Women need to have permission from their relatives to travel abroad.'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-1718419454259363939</id><published>2008-04-28T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:03:43.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes affection can be hazardous to your health.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday April 28, 2008 MYT 3:50:13 PM&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Five months for hugging girlfriend excessive&lt;br /&gt;By PRISCILLA DIELENBERG&lt;br /&gt;Taken off the Star online newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENANG: Jailing a man five months for hugging his girlfriend is excessive, a High Court here ruled Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one would dare go dating again with such an excessive punishment, given the relationship. No man would want to ask our anak dara (young women) out anymore. This is the reality of life," said Justice Abdul Rahim Uda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was hearing an appeal by rubber tapper Mohamad Roslan Zainol, 29, against his conviction and sentence for outraging an 18-year-old girl's modesty by hugging her at a beach in Telok Molek, Teluk Air Tawar, North Seberang Prai, at 9.30pm on Nov 29 last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the statement of facts, Mohamad Roslan was the girl's boyfriend and they had sought shelter under a tree when it began to rain. He then tried to kiss her and hugged her tight several times, but she struggled free and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's brother later took Mohamad Roslan to a police station and lodged a report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magistrate's court in Butterworth had on Dec 3 last year jailed Mohamad Roslan five months after he pleaded guilty to the offence. His family later got him a lawyer and he was allowed a stay of execution on the jail term pending the appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Justice Abdul Rahim Uda said the sentence was unwarranted because of the couple's relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DPP Muna Mohamed Jaafar agreed with the judge that the five-month jail term was excessive but said Mohamad Roslan had to be given appropriate punishment as a lesson for him and to those inclined towards such actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice Abdul Rahim dismissed Mohamad Roslan's appeal against his conviction, but allowed his appeal against his sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mitigation, Mohamad Roslan's counsel A. Premanand said his client had repented and promised not to repeat such offences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice Abdul Rahim fined Mohamad Roslan RM1,500, in default three months' jail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also dunno what to say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-1718419454259363939?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/1718419454259363939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=1718419454259363939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1718419454259363939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1718419454259363939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/04/sometimes-affection-can-be-hazardous-to.html' title='Sometimes affection can be hazardous to your health.'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-3243191402386932708</id><published>2008-04-26T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T17:53:26.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book by it's Cover</title><content type='html'>The other night, by boss said to me, Fiona, you're very naive. There are things in the world that are done, not because they want to be done. Sometimes, things need to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I kinda think that was what he said. I had a couple of drinks so Try as best as i could to rememebr the words of wisdom that he was trying to impart on this lesser being, I may have missed out some vital information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193480795421390562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SBLzRGbntuI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-oKwq4iLF9k/s320/books.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what I remember him saying very clearly is that I am very naive. I'm not exactly sure what he meant by that when he said that I was very naive.. but I guess that becuase I live in a very pampered world where everything comes to me almost lah... I wouldn't say a silver platter, but I don't have to strive too very hard to live a comfortable life. In that instance, I'm very fortunate indeed to have been blessed as that I did not hit rock bottom and go up from there. I guess I'm really blessed that my Father decided upon himself to better himself from being just a draftsman, and venture into other things as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although his initial construction business failed, resulting in him being declared a bankrupt, and only in the later years of his life he was undeclared a bankrupt, he was very fortunate indeed to have had to opportunity in realising the MultiLevel Marketing business which brought our family out from poverty ( I was still young that time and I didn't know that the family had so much of suffering and troubles) to a extreamely comfortable life today, even 6 years after his passing. His hard work, dedication and love for us really triumphed over all obstacles to enable us to enjoy what we have today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sincerely believe that every man is born with the same capabilites ( sometimes some more than others) but in the end, it's what we do with our strengths and how we overcome our weaknesses to rise from it. I must admit that Sometimes i'm in amazement how some people can acheive such great ranks, when they were just nobodies before. Something in them must have spurred them to acheive much greateness. But each and everyone of them attained it in a way that is unique to them. I look at my friends today, some of them have acheived great things in their lives, and I see them achiveing even greater sucesses. Some acheievements are different from others. Some are motherly, some are noble, others are materialistic while others are just sufficient. Yet they are acheivements nonetheless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i do see much strenght in people being able to do what they do. I'm trying. Not very hard i'm afraid to do what I'm supposed to do. But if you know me, I do MANY things, it seems that I'm not focused enough to realise what I want. I don't know. Even today, I'm still unsure of what I really really want. Some say, Fiona, you're a lawyer... I don't know if I really want to be a lawyer forever. i realy don't. If you ask me. Fiona.. will you be in practice 5 years from now? I wish I could forsee the future and tell it to you. It's not because I'm just fickle. I guess I don't want to lose out on life. I want to do everything that I want to do. Don't you? But what is everything? Yeah. I'm not quite sure either. Everyday it seems that my goals in life differ every so slightly. I may not realise it.. but one day down the road. I may suddenly find myself in a place I did not realise I was going to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My bosses are wonderful people who worked very hard to be where they are today. Yes they do work very hard. and they are very intelligent people. I do not doubt that one day i MIGHT be like them. The only problem is, It's very very very difficult. Honestly it is. I have to fight with myself on a daily basis to balance what I want from life. Do I want to work? do I want to learn? what do i really want? do I want to be less stressed? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiona Fiona... Fiona Fiona... why are you in such a mess? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter what tho, I am still very thankful for the life that I am blessed with today. As you know, i 'volunteer' at a NGO. I'm not sure about most of the other 'legal officers' who are on duty there but i take my job quite seriously. In fact I do not take the 1 hour lunch break and I work my ass off to help the people there. I don't even know that I'm doing that. But it's okay. I don't think 10-4.30 is sufficient to help them all  but that's the time that is stipulated to me so i have to abide by their rules. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently they asked me if I would like to volunteer again on my own. I can honestly say that at this momment I cannot be a volunteer. It takes up too much of time and it takes too much of my energy. I may sound Terribly selfish in this. Really. you must think that Fiona.. for all your talks about helping mankind.. and the forests.. and helping one another.. you are the Horriblest not to volunteer your time there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't care. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that when I'm there I take too much things personally. I want to help everyone I cannot do that. During that 9 hours, it's TORTUROUS. Their problems, their stress. all their lives and worries becomes apart of mine. I help them as much as I would hope someone else would put in the effort to help me. i'll try to find the best solutions for them. that is within my capability. I don't know much I have to say, but at least so far, they have said that by even talking to me they feel better. And when I can't find out a solution it EATS into me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's very sad when you have to hear of so many problems. the worst is when you hear so many of them you feel that one person's problem is not as important as the other persons! which is not the case! to them their lives are falling apart. They need that help that they seek from you. They don't know how many people you've spoken to. They don't care if you had a bad day. No. Your job is them. And i'm taking it to seriously.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One lady that I spoke to for hours, told me a little bit of her life story. She's very poor. She comes from a family that does love her. But she's very rich. She has a lot of money. So she bought for her family all sorts of things.. yet! her family still didn't like her. They only took her things. Her boyfriends left her and only wanted 'something' from her. Her husband left her to marry her maid. She's penniless but still she says.. when I have some money, i'd like to make people happy. She's a very kind person. She is. and I wish her all the best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She told me with sad sobs that because she was so poor and she wanted to have money, she worked in a karaoke joint. she said that when she was my Age, which is quarter of a century old, she was a 'hostess' at a club. and he could earn easliy 10k a month. she said all men wanted her. All men wanted her for all the wrong reasons. Her family shunned her becasue of what she did. YET they still took her money. Her children had everything they ever wanted.. but now they even refuse to look at the mother who is now 'poor' and unable to fulfill their needs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, when I look at women at places like this i don't know waht to think. when i see the men. I also don't know what to think. She could hardly believe me when I told her I'm 25 and i don't go clubbing. or 'thatkinda karaoke' or all these kinda things. She asked me what I did and I simply told her.. watching movies, reading.. etc. etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193480786831455954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SBLzQmbnttI/AAAAAAAAA7M/7ItE3WwicLA/s320/seven-deadly-sins-go-clubbing-_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She then said, "Fiona, you're very blessed if you don't know all these things." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope I never have to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-3243191402386932708?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/3243191402386932708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=3243191402386932708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/3243191402386932708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/3243191402386932708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/04/book-by-its-cover.html' title='A Book by it&apos;s Cover'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SBLzRGbntuI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-oKwq4iLF9k/s72-c/books.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-1621373150308776235</id><published>2008-04-23T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:42:41.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow White... Hou Lan Tang ah... Hou Yong Sui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fz9Z0Wsed8A&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fz9Z0Wsed8A&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the FUNNIEST thing i've heard in Cantonese in my Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will spur me on to learning more chinese.. so I'll get to understand hilarious gems like this. ahaAHAHHAhahhAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-1621373150308776235?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/1621373150308776235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=1621373150308776235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1621373150308776235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1621373150308776235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/04/snow-white-hou-lan-tang-ah-hou-yong-sui.html' title='Snow White... Hou Lan Tang ah... Hou Yong Sui!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-7251348553091009536</id><published>2008-04-20T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:50:44.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Month of Almost May</title><content type='html'>This is the month of ALMOST May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the month of APril sounds not so catchy don't you think ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have been going on in my life currently.. I've been working very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back.. about a month or so.. I realised that I have been making many mistakes. Mistakens that I should n't be making that day mande me very sad in all the work that I have been doing. and I realised that. HECK. I havne't been paying enough attention to what i have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep repeating the mistakes.. which is a bad thing. and I couldn't remember so many things that were thrown to me. ( i admit I haven't been really thrown in to the deep end before, but still alot of things make up a very confundled kitten!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've even screwed up once calling one legal firm asking for a check only to realise that it was NOT the legal firm that I was supposed to be dealing with. ( it was another legal firm with a similar sounding name on a similar case which I happened to work on at the same time) So i was confugled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so for the past few weeks, I've done what Ms. the Devil wears Prada does and strived to be the best type of intern that I could possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i've been doing but its terribly tiring!&lt;br /&gt;It's so tiring that Facebook is no longer fun, I just come back and sleep and go off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyesight has deteriorated so tremendously. I can no longer read things that are far away!&lt;br /&gt;If that's not proof that I've been working hard I don't know what is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my long hours in the office also made me realise that I need to improve my diet and i cannot! I repeat I cannot survive on Hot cup noodles!&lt;br /&gt;seeing that I don't eat breakfast and I don't get a propoer dinner.. it was a matter of time before my face broke out.. and I didn't have enough vitamins and whatevernot that&lt;br /&gt;So now my snack diets are made of celery and carrots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to help out my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;. Okay time to go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muaksz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-7251348553091009536?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/7251348553091009536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=7251348553091009536&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7251348553091009536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7251348553091009536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/04/month-of-almost-may.html' title='The Month of Almost May'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-8373275818298496120</id><published>2008-04-11T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:15:09.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket Haunting Elevator Story Revisited in Dataran Prima!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember my old Phuket 'Spirit Followed us up to our Room' Story at Resortel White Sands? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't discourage anyone from staying there … cause well.. I guess it happens everywhere!! I was reading this blog. Spookycorner.com, and although it wasn't freaky.. although I have to say that one picture in particular about a WATER demon.. FREAKED the shit out of me. There are all sorts of SCARY stories there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the LINK.. not the picture.. Heck it got me so freaked out I don't dare to look at it again!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://cowboycaleb.liquidblade.com/index.php/archives/2008/01/05/photo-of-a-water-ghost-in-muar-johor-malaysia/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's Blue and it's SCARY. Go and have a look if you like it lah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway soo it seems that the elevator / Mesin Angkat/ Lift stories are abundant and they are always the same thing. Stopping at some floor and refusing to budge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CRAZY coincidence? I was just reading about the story about New York Hotel Bahru, where there was this guy who was staying at some floor of the Hotel, and knew about a girl who committed suicide there. And apparently the Lift stopped on that floor and it refused to budge. And so he had to go all the way to the other side to go to the lift and he crossed the room where it was locked without any doorknob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People say that his story is because of an elevator malfunction. I don't think that's such a coincidence… I really don't. Because I had that experience in Phuket which opened up my eyes! Because of this I also think that Pantai Hill park is an area where the 'spirits' enjoy playing with the elevators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the story I have for today is… today I went down for lunch.. by myself to tapau for my colleagues, and it was perfectly normal as it has always been. Then upon coming up… there was this malay lady with me and she went to the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor. And then the doors closed.. then the doors OPENED again. To my utter shock. I was alone in the elevator now. So I pushed the close button.. and the doors closed then….. after 10 seconds, the doors opened up again! And then I was like REALLY shocked. Then I closed them again…. And then it opened up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pressed all the other buttons.. the up down.. all the other buttons but the lift wouldn't move. IT WOULDN'T!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not making this up. So I was scared.. Really scared so I decided… I'd take the stairs. ( although I was very scared that I might be stuck in the same floor over and over and over again.) I rather get stuck than be in a lift that might crash down ( refer to my other death dream in a lift) so I thought heck dowan to risk it so I climbed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MADNESS. When I climbed up the 2 floors of stairs.. the lifts was waiting for me at the 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor and it opened also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GAH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's like a rerun of Phuket all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But according to my colleague/clerk.. it always happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOSH. Nolah. Dowan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SCARED! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-8373275818298496120?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/8373275818298496120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=8373275818298496120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8373275818298496120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/8373275818298496120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/04/phuket-haunting-elevator-story.html' title='Phuket Haunting Elevator Story Revisited in Dataran Prima!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-7827791938754225513</id><published>2008-03-21T10:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:19:15.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ's Purplicious 61st Birthday~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday too youuu.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy BIrhtday tooo YOUUU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy BIRTTTTHHHDDAAAYYYYY toooooo AAiiyyEEE JeeaaannNNnnnnnn.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY tooooooo YOU!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MZPWwm2dI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5tNaKK1y6w4/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180011748004387282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MZPWwm2dI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5tNaKK1y6w4/s320/DSC00774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday was my Aunt's 61st Purplicious Birthday bash.. ( she had a PINK one last year!) Her theme parties are wonderful! Everything was purple! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's a Birthday Picture of her and Ryan Yuen giving her a great BIG Birthday hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180011206838507954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MYv2wm2bI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Zmme9E5NtrE/s320/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's all the Khong sisters.. all together taking a picture ( we HOPED that they didn't blink in at least one of the pictures..) they have a tendency for at least one of them to blink in one of the pictures taken and they'll be quite upset!! ^_^ ahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180010996385110434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MYjmwm2aI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Ubx8Ymrei5I/s320/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cutting cake! My cousin, Crystal Chan, who is a wonderful chef and pastry and cakes (chef as well?), created this Purple masterpiece. The cake inside was the first I've ever tasted.. Red Velvet Angel cake or something like that. It was a RED in colour butter cake! I have to admit. That was one of the Moistest and most yummilicious red cakes i've ever tasted.. Okay butter cakes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and on the other layer, it was a coffec and chocolate chip goodness cake. I don't think she has a name for it yet. lol. But it was really yummy! Much better than the overdone creamed cakes we have in the market these days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180010747277007250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MYVGwm2ZI/AAAAAAAAA44/jV3uwRJtRew/s320/DSC00781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is the present which I picked out for AJ. look at the sparkly jewels. I stuck that on by myself. okay with help from Vics and my mum... hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180010536823609730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MYI2wm2YI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Gj1_FBjQGAs/s320/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And what's a PARTY and what's pictures without my DARLING JAden??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what's more he's in a SUPERMAN outfit. he's JUST TOOOOOO CUTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180011455946611138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MY-Wwm2cI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/y5whdLdFWdc/s320/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6815819-7827791938754225513?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/7827791938754225513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=7827791938754225513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7827791938754225513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7827791938754225513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/03/ajs-purplicious-61st-birthday.html' title='AJ&apos;s Purplicious 61st Birthday~'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MZPWwm2dI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5tNaKK1y6w4/s72-c/DSC00774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-2596542318269608432</id><published>2008-03-21T09:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:03:36.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Stuff a Bolster..</title><content type='html'>at least.. what was left of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you love something so much, and you get so used to is. You get so afraid of fixing it because well.. you don't think there's anything wrong with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact you think that it's the most perfect thing in the world... even when EVERYONE (&lt;em&gt; except a few who keeps stealing it &lt;/em&gt;) tells you that you should &lt;strong&gt;THROW THE MISERABLE THING AWAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this holiday, I took the time out.. woke up really early. (&lt;em&gt; I have to ! I've got so much things I need to complete before the day is done!)&lt;/em&gt; and decided to clean up the front yard and my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up my room was messier than it was.. and in the end, i didn't have enough time to do so after a shopping trip, some yummilicious xiao long pau, shopping trip for a birthday present, and a purplicious birthday Party of My Aunt jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while cleaning my room, I decided that TODAY would be the day where I would STUFF my Poor Neglected and almost non existant Bolster with Cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MTimwm2WI/AAAAAAAAA4g/uj_CcPpb7YI/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180005481647102306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MTimwm2WI/AAAAAAAAA4g/uj_CcPpb7YI/s320/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; however, as my bolster, made from REAL cotton, mind you, not those cheap yucky HARD cotton.synthetic crap they have these days, was made by my mum er.. mebbe 10 years ago.. or more.. was never rightfully stuffed again after the first initial stuffing. So the Cotton, over the last... decade or so.. had disintegrated and left the bolster with a texture much like a fluffy teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this 'fur' is airborne... so before my operation could begin.. it HAD to be cleansed and fluffed properly.. Lest I sneeze and sniffle all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you can be assured my whole yard was FULL of cotton fluff floating around everywhere by the time Iwas done beating it silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MTZ2wm2VI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/yr9X12MeL_A/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180005331323246930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MTZ2wm2VI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/yr9X12MeL_A/s320/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that ordeal.... which was very fun and enjoayble.. surprisingly.. but not so for my mum who was quite upset with the mess I created..  I snipped poor bolster up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MTTmwm2UI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/gECk3fskor0/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180005223949064514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MTTmwm2UI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/gECk3fskor0/s320/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found my Natural Cotton... and stuffed my slinky Bolster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MTLGwm2TI/AAAAAAAAA4I/9JZmFXp4p8Q/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180005077920176434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MTLGwm2TI/AAAAAAAAA4I/9JZmFXp4p8Q/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff Stuff Stuff... The cotton is sooooo natural that it had bits and pieces of twigs and dried leaves on it still! had to sort through those for a bit before my nose became all runny with the excess cotton.... Then I gave up and just continue stuffing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MTBWwm2SI/AAAAAAAAA4A/GtM6KmnS0vY/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180004910416451874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MTBWwm2SI/AAAAAAAAA4A/GtM6KmnS0vY/s320/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the original Cotton that was left in my bolster (the ones that did not disintegrate yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MS52wm2RI/AAAAAAAAA34/9sphETZS1sc/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180004781567432978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MS52wm2RI/AAAAAAAAA34/9sphETZS1sc/s320/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare it with what it USED to be... a huge Fluffy Ball of Cotton! This is the replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MSeWwm2QI/AAAAAAAAA3w/hyI3lRaugbA/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180004309121030402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MSeWwm2QI/AAAAAAAAA3w/hyI3lRaugbA/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my bolster went from a size Negative 2 to a FUll bodied huggable Wonderful Squuezable and 100 times greater than usual  Bolster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to say that my boslter wasn't Great in the first place. which by the way it was, but sometimes you need to get out of your comfort zone and realise.. maybe things CAN be better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm glad I stuffed by bolster.. ( &lt;em&gt;but my fishes and turtles might disagree&lt;/em&gt;) but I still need to get used to it being sooooo.... ROund! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muaksz! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-2596542318269608432?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/2596542318269608432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=2596542318269608432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2596542318269608432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2596542318269608432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/03/how-to-stuff-bolster.html' title='How to Stuff a Bolster..'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R-MTimwm2WI/AAAAAAAAA4g/uj_CcPpb7YI/s72-c/DSC00763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-2145322059569729784</id><published>2008-03-09T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:31:43.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day Malaysia Decided.</title><content type='html'>Today is the 9th of March 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euphoria has passed over most Malaysians living in the urban areas where they have finally realised that their vote COUNTS. Even if it's just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can beat the phantom voters, we can beat the postal voters, heck even Sammy Vellu ( to which my friend and fellow station master Puay Gaik is Extremely grateful and pleased about. She has a personal grudge against the EX-Minister of Transport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post was written by me at 8 am in the morning. It was a momment where I was the station master at the SS15 Masjid School in Subang Jaya ( together with PuayGaik) and it was a VERY empowering experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have written in my previous posts, IF i were in a FAcebook Application, I would have leveled up tremendously. Unfortunately I haven't had the time to update since then. We, PG and I were appointed as Station Masters for a school, as the Head Of Station Masters, Yee Weng, who also happens to be a senior from my alma mater and a fellow legal eagle, decided that we could help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PG and I were more than enthusiatic to help out as we were all ready to wave the DAP flag in aid of Hannah Yeoh. Actually, I would have helped irregardless who the candidate was, but I'm truly glad that Hannah is such a capable person who WILL leade SUbang to a new area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Station Master, it wasn't difficult. But it was difficult to get the available people to help out. I have to say that my volunteers were made up of Wonderful people who cared deepely about what they were doing, and as this was a volunteer job, it meant their time, money and their efforts to do something for the betterment of their futures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex classmates, their mums, and other people whom I've never met before clicked easily as they were instantaneously matched by their common interest. TO deny BN their 2/3 Majority. to which we DID! Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole affair, it was very upligting as many people from all walks of life came to us, talked to us, gave us water and food as they passed by, they honked their support waved at us.. JUST because we were in the Camp they were supporting. Although it may have looked bleak. Because the BN tent was full with people, WIfi and everything else that they wanted, OUr DAP tent was filled with HEART, if not people. They left us with words of encouragement, left us with wisdom, and I even made friends from other parties, PAs, Keadilan, and they sat down and talked to me throughtout the 13hour affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a deeper understanding of Our Subang. Our subang which I am Proud to say that I have had a hand to shape in the coming future. the date 8 March 2008 WILL be remembered in Malaysian History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang, Kedah, Selangor, Kelantan, and Perak was taken by the Opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they use their newfound power wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me. I will be upping my levels slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(heck. my mum wants me to learn Chinese so that I'll be of MORE help) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your little Kitten, who's gotten just a bit older and wiser.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaksz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-2145322059569729784?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/2145322059569729784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=2145322059569729784&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2145322059569729784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2145322059569729784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/03/day-malaysia-decided.html' title='The day Malaysia Decided.'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-5474844020464033934</id><published>2008-03-08T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:18:37.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th March 2008. Malaysia Votes for their Rights</title><content type='html'>It’s 6 am in the morning as I wake up and look out my window. Today is the 8th of march 2008. It is the day where potential candidates put their fates in the hands and the votes of the public at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that will the hopefuls become the next leaders of society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new dawn is slowly approaching I agree with most people where they say that the time for change is now.. but I doubt that it will come today. It will come slowly but surely with each person slowly changing their perceptions. It’s not easy. No doubt. But hopefully, like how the Magician pulled the rabbit out of the Hat, ( Sophie’s World) perhaps they’ll realize one day that they are not just standing on the fur of the rabbit. They may question things that really are. And not just accept things for what they seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s disheartening to see Malaysians who show pride in their country, the country that doesn’t seem to care about what they are doing, be so proud as to show off their IC No. and that they are so proud to be a Malaysian. You should be Proud to be a Malaysian, not arrogant. There is a difference.&lt;br /&gt;But how will the opposition fare this time around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they cause an uproar to overthrow the Barisan? It seems that the Oppositions are gaining momentum, but again, their efforts are stifled by the largely biased media giants who proclaim over and over again that of course. Vote for Harmony, vote for Malaysia, Vote for Barisan Nasional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the newspapers a while back and sad to say when Our Prime Minister said that the Chinese need to maintain their vote in MCA so that they’ll have a voice in Barisan, a voice in the government, instead of a voice in the hallways, show just how much the state of politics are in the Country. Just because they say that they are in Parliament doesn’t mean that they are truly that they are heard. This is true. You can even see it in existing MCA. They state that the Chinese should not be split in their votes as they are only 25% and that we should be united in what we stand for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does that mean that the Prime minister is telling us exactly what we already know? That the Prime Minister does not represent all the races! It doesn’t matter what party wins. But as a Prime Minister, you should be able to ensure that everyoneone who is your Rakyat is well protected. Not just yourself. Not just your Race. Not just your People. But ALL THE PEOPLE whom you swore to protect. The People that give their lives serving the country and to you. This is the people to whom you are supposed to ensure are safe from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a station Master for the Very first time in my Life. I have to say that I was not actively vocal in Politics but it is the situation, the necessity of the times that requires some change. I refuse to be a Frog in Boiling water. I simply refuse to be boiled until it’s too late to do anything about it. Some might already say that the water is already boiling and that we’re already in Hot soup. If that’s the sad case that is happening to us right now. Shouldn’t we at least try to jump out of the Pot instead of sitting there calmly waiting to be served as the Main dish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you. I don’t know about the rest of Malaysia. But I do know some Frogs who are desperately trying to escape. And they’ll be creating the means of surviving.&lt;br /&gt;So the question now is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will they be going? It’ll be unknown, it’ll be scary. But like Hem and Haw, if you wait for your cheese to run out. What will happen next? The answer is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no idea what I’m talking about, please do go and read Who moved my Cheese by Dr. Spencer Johnson. It’s a wonderful book I read when I was in College. It gave me a new look and lease on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will look for my cheese, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-5474844020464033934?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/5474844020464033934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=5474844020464033934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5474844020464033934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5474844020464033934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/03/8th-march-2008-malaysia-votes-for-their.html' title='8th March 2008. Malaysia Votes for their Rights'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-2159681568595927931</id><published>2008-03-02T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:17:50.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R8rBq3_3ztI/AAAAAAAAA2o/IjAjIkh9QnQ/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173160064318951122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R8rBq3_3ztI/AAAAAAAAA2o/IjAjIkh9QnQ/s320/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, after a group outing to Langkawi, Chun Chieh bought me the cutest selection of Absolut Vodka bottles!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From right it's Mandarin, rasberry, vanilla, pear, citron, ruby red, original and kurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO wonderful! Now my set is complete! I don't know if there are other's available but it's just too darn cute and perfect for my vodka collection!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks so much. Muakz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-2159681568595927931?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/2159681568595927931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=2159681568595927931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2159681568595927931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2159681568595927931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/03/for-my-collection.html' title='For my collection'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R8rBq3_3ztI/AAAAAAAAA2o/IjAjIkh9QnQ/s72-c/DSC00732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-5090957712110583780</id><published>2008-03-02T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:51:06.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please bear with me while I vent out my frustrations of my peers.</title><content type='html'>They say that Malaysia n Youths do not care about the state of politics today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That politics is for our fathers.. and for the old people who are jaded who think that they can change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I see a FEW young Malaysians out there who is trying desperately to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorely dissapointed that when I attend the Polling Agent beriefing at Damansara Uptown to find only a handful off younger generation people and the brunt of the older generation, willing to give up their time, the efforts and their money to put better the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where are the youths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, there are many out there struggling to make Malaysia into a Malaysia that they want to live in. A better place? a better future? Even if it's not for themselves, but for their children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe.. TRULY that the majority of the younger generation out there are busy sipping their Starbucks coffee. listening to the new songs on their expensive Ipods, surfing the internet on their fancy smanchy laptops at chic cafe's belting out things like.. "Malaysia sucks. If only I can migrate i would do that in an instant. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would love to believe that things are different. I know that there are a minority out there that arent like that. Yes. But most of the people I know.. people I care about.. my friends,family and loved ones, ARE unfortuantely like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel sorry for the older generation who is out there right at this momment putting their time, efforts and sweat into something that they can call a better place to live in. They do this not only for themselves, but for their children and their children. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They've tasted far more bitterness and salt than we have. and I'm pretty sure that they do not want their kids to taste the same. They want a better future, a better Malaysia. but it seems that along the way... their kids lost sight of what is important and they decided to belive that whatever they do will not make a difference.. and go for a holiday instead of lending Malaysia their vote.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that is so wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A long time ago, the world was different. The world we know today and the world of yesterday are completely different worlds. It is through strenght, courage, and a lot of hard work that made Malaysia the way it is today. And that includes EVERYONE. Malaysia needs to be moving forward, not backward, and the only way is by everyone contributing their efforts to want to evolve. To want to take that first step. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it seems that the Younger generation is avoiding this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who says politics is a taboo subject? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do. I'm dissapointed with people. It's very sad. Had I never discussed it with them I would have never known. Therefore, is ignorance bliss? Perhaps... perhaps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Malaysia is crying for her lost children. will they ever find her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-5090957712110583780?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/5090957712110583780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=5090957712110583780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5090957712110583780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5090957712110583780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/03/please-bear-with-me-while-i-vent-out-my.html' title='Please bear with me while I vent out my frustrations of my peers.'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-4269700432158633170</id><published>2008-02-28T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:38:27.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Politics...</title><content type='html'>If my life was a Role playing Points getting game, or a Facebook application,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stats would look a bit like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five years ago&lt;/strong&gt; I was a mere &lt;strong&gt;commentator&lt;/strong&gt; on politics.. blindly spouting out words that were recited to me in the media over and over again. It would be foolish not to. AFter all, that is what we've been led to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One year ago&lt;/strong&gt;, I leveled up to a concious potential Voter as I &lt;strong&gt;registered&lt;/strong&gt; myself as a &lt;strong&gt;voter&lt;/strong&gt; in the Subang Jaya Post office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five months ago&lt;/strong&gt;, I &lt;strong&gt;joined the Facebook community&lt;/strong&gt; of Deny Barisan 2/3rds Majority. I would consider this as an accessory to leveling up. Like getting extra points or some cool gift. And Of course realising that there is more to politics than the STAR and RTM. In short I became an &lt;strong&gt;internet heckler&lt;/strong&gt;.. only reading and talking behind an anonymous veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One week ago,&lt;/strong&gt; I leveled up tremendously as I&lt;strong&gt; signed up to be a polling agent&lt;/strong&gt;. I would consider that as a step where I walk the talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day ago&lt;/strong&gt;, I graduated from a internet heckler to a &lt;strong&gt;ceramah attendee&lt;/strong&gt;. Wah.. what steps I have taken from 5 years ago when I wouldn't even be bothered. Anyway, I attended a ceramah in Subang Jaya by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/hannahyeoh.blogspot.com"&gt;Hannah Yeoh&lt;/a&gt;. It was my first, and It was... Mosquitoey.. but insightful. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/hannahyeoh.blogspot.com"&gt;HANNAH YEOH for SUBANG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite amazing that I've actually ventured so far. I'm actually quite proud of myself and I'm looking forward to more level ups and more points and collection of gifts and what nots. Care to level up with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 days from today&lt;/strong&gt;, I'll gratuate from a person who's never voted before to an &lt;strong&gt;ACTUAL VOTER&lt;/strong&gt;, and on top of that a &lt;strong&gt;POLLING AGENT&lt;/strong&gt; as well. &lt;em&gt;Talk about a double KILL&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the day when I'll get a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MONSTER KILL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. sorry about the insane amounts of political slant on my posts these days.. I can't promise you any less, bu I do know that My Mulu Miri Pic tures will be up soon. I'm working on compiling them slowly.. I have far too many pictures to work with!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-4269700432158633170?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/4269700432158633170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=4269700432158633170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4269700432158633170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4269700432158633170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/02/of-politics.html' title='Of Politics...'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-5761378029466831496</id><published>2008-02-22T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:12:36.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penyet - Beat Malaysian Movie of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R77vVh-5vpI/AAAAAAAAA2g/wRmD5sp0FnY/s1600-h/penyet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R77vVh-5vpI/AAAAAAAAA2g/wRmD5sp0FnY/s320/penyet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169832575446400658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penyet the Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penyet is somewhat like Sepet.. Only different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, instead of a Malay girl named Orked, here's a Chinese Girl Named Ah Fa.. Ah Fa, is a Malaysian Chinese Girl, who suffers from the hereditary trait of being 'flat'. (everywhere??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins in a small small kampung where it seems she's the only Chinese girl there. Her daddy is the Headmaster of her school there. Naturally she is shunned by her classmates as she's new and she's... Different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little malay boys and girls find her strange and call her names.. Names like roti canai, muka penyet, sepet, muka langgar lori... and all sorts of other varieties. The poor girl is quite upset that her face is so flat and she constantly tries to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Boy was especially mean to her and gives her new taunts each morning when she comes to school... Like 'Jatuh ke bila bayi?' and 'Eh, muka macam buku... felat sangat!'&lt;br /&gt;She especially despises him because she thinks he's AS penyet as her if not more! and secretly hits a makeshift doll of him everynight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father comforts her and shows her all the pictures of all her cousins and family, saying, its okay.. everyone in the pictures are Penyet too. They laugh. Very sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, she grows up and she's gotten used to it and it became her nickname. I guess some people CAN 'desensitised' if it becomes used enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moves out of the kampung and into the city. She meets more penyet people. lol. She realises.. She's not the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ughliest&lt;/span&gt;' penyet in town. There's a whole colony of them! However she dislikes these penyet boys, so she prefers the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;penyet ones. Many men of all races and penyetness try to kau her. But she will not Yield. One after another each &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;penyet boy hurts her in some way. She's not happy. Then of course... she meets&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; one super&lt;/span&gt; penyet Fella. lol. She really hates him, he reminds her of that boy who used to tease her.&lt;br /&gt;Of course this being a show..it's NOT THAT boy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not korean drama lah&lt;/span&gt;) but she falls in love with him ... ladadada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she of course becomes some hot shot star, and never hears the name penyet again(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of course lah!&lt;/span&gt;) People LOVE her looks~ Then in an interview, they asked her what is her nickname. She thought for a while and then she said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Penyet&lt;/span&gt;". She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story? Penyetness is NOT ugliness.( there are 15milion other factors for that!) lol. But EXTREME Penyetness.. IS a FACTOR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-5761378029466831496?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/5761378029466831496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=5761378029466831496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5761378029466831496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/5761378029466831496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/02/penyet-beat-malaysian-movie-of-year.html' title='Penyet - Beat Malaysian Movie of the Year'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R77vVh-5vpI/AAAAAAAAA2g/wRmD5sp0FnY/s72-c/penyet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-2926014769788990865</id><published>2008-02-18T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:01:03.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics... a taboo subject?</title><content type='html'>The general rule of thumb to strike up a conversation with another person is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about what Interests them, what Motivates them, and their Family, or the Weather... ;). It's not a full proof plan but it ensures that almost 90% of the time, you'll get the other person chatting away happily about their lives. This, i learnt is one of the keys of communication. Also the mirroring subject. (which today is neither the time nor place to do so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taboo subjects that all Communication gurus will tell you to avoid is&lt;br /&gt;RELIGION, and POLITICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because it's something you believe wholeheartedly in, and there's usually only a MY MINDSET and YOUR MINDSET and there is no compromise. It's either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion, well mostly you can talk about it freely. I find most people can happily discuss religion in a GENERAL manner but when it comes to dissecting it, they become terribly defensive. I think that's fine because no one should have a right to put your religion down. It's great if you have your own religion.. it's great if you don't have one. But one should never impose themselvees on another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we already see a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics is almost similar. You've got one guy, who believes that he is right. That he will change the world. and that you should join him in his quest. He wants to know that you are important in his cause. That you will be rewarded. That you are part of the plan for a better future. But are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every King needs his Army, His minions to do his bidding. Every King requires power. Power comes when people obey. That's what happened to, (was it?) King Charles who was beheaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In China long long long time ago.... they believed that Every Emperor, deserved to have their term as a reigning Emperor until soemthing horrible happens to the people and then the peopel dethrone the Emperor and a new emperor comes about (at least this is what someone told me about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the purpose of this story today, is to tell you the discussion i had with my friends. A group of us disgruntled first time voters, will be voting this upcoming election. We are absolutely entralled by this fact. So we were of course discussing how our votes would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of us, was uncomfortable the whole session. She sat in her chair uncomfortably, and looked around uneasily and she walked around alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, she said, her boyfriend and his family were very for pro-barisan. And their believe is that everyone who thinks that they should vote for the opposition, no matter who it is, doesn't appreciate what they have now. They complain that they don't have this and that and whatever not, but they don't see what they already have. In short she said, they are very 'narrow-minded'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly she was upset, and was trying to keep her tone civil and she didn't want to stir up the group. So I kept my giant mouth shut then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is this right? can anyone care to elaborate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMHO, yes we have achieved alot. Yes, there are alot of things we should be grateful for. Yes our lives now are good.&lt;br /&gt;But how about everyone else? Are the people who are voting the opposition narrow minded? Or are they selfish? or are they self sacrificing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I really don't. I don't profess to know much about politics. But at least with what information I have, I can make my own judgements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-2926014769788990865?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/2926014769788990865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=2926014769788990865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2926014769788990865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2926014769788990865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/02/politics-taboo-subject.html' title='Politics... a taboo subject?'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-7694622202482483666</id><published>2008-02-16T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T01:10:19.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Police Disallow Hindraf Gathering Saturday, Says KL Police Chief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"   &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bernama.com/bernama/v3/news_lite.php?id=314175"&gt;Police Disallow Hindraf Gathering Saturday, Says KL Police Chief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt; KUALA LUMPUR, Feb 15 (Bernama) -- Police have rejected the appeal by the Hindu Rights Action Force (Hindraf) to hold their gathering at 9am Saturday in front of the Parliament building to demand for the release of several of its members who are being detained under the Internal Security Act (ISA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur Police Chief Datuk Muhammad Sabtu Osman said the appeal, which was the second submitted to him by Hindraf Thursday, was rejected after finding that the organisation was not registered and that 200 children would be involved in the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindraf had applied for the permit on Feb 11 at the Sentul District Police Headquarters but the application was rejected, and it made an appeal to the Kuala Lumpur Contingent Police Headquarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We fear that the safety of the children would be jeopardised and the group was also providing 30 gangsters purportedly to provide protecttion for the children...but we believe the presence of the gangsters would lead to more serious crime," he said at a press conference at his office here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Sabtu said stern action would be taken and the children involved would be detained and placed under the care of the Welfare Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a precautionary measure, police would set up roadblocks within the Klang Valley to maintain security and prevent undesired elements from coming to create trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the operation codenamed `Ops Padam' beginning this afternoon, the roadblocks would be set up along 12 roads. They included Jalan Kuching, Jalan Duta Toll Plaza, Jalan Ipoh and Besraya Expressway and the Federal Highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said that police had detained two members of `Bersih' about 2.30pm Friday when about 50 members of the group gathered in front of the Istana Negara to hand over a protest memorandum to the Yang di-Pertuan Agong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have detained two members of the Bersih group namely Tian Chua and Jalaludin Abdul Manap for being involved in a gathering without valid permit in front of the Istana Negara this afternoon," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -- BERNAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-7694622202482483666?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/7694622202482483666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=7694622202482483666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7694622202482483666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/7694622202482483666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/02/police-disallow-hindraf-gathering.html' title='Police Disallow Hindraf Gathering Saturday, Says KL Police Chief'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-3981233294811207565</id><published>2008-02-15T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:06:14.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Fever, letter to our PM</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Prime Minister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you were appointed as a Prime Minister, you gave us hope. You gave the new generation a promise that Corruption and Vice will be wiped out. You told us that you wanted a transparent government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Prime Minister, that was 5 years ago. In an interview with News Straights Times, i was asked about the state of today's ( then 5 years ago) politics. Although I have no clue about politics, I trusted your words. I trusted that you were gonna bring an end to corruption. How wrong I was to have believed your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 5 years later. I'm a bit older, a bit wiser. But I still want to believe. I still want to believe that at the end of every rainbow there is a pot of gold. I want to hold on to the fact that Dreams do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Prime Minister, you have broken my heart. With the little wisdom, and a application called Facebook and the Internet. I can no longer believe you. I can No longer say that I hope that you will bring justice for Malaysians. I don't even know what you are doing! or have any sort of Faith in ANYTHING you say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bothered by Racial Injustice. No. I'm not. But you know what? There are many things in YOUR life, Mr. Prime Minister that is as shady as a tree.  I'm simply bothered by the fact that it is no longer a Democratic Country with fair opportunities for all. and when i say all... I don't mean ALL your contacts or whoever who you rub shoulders with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed to say that I don't know what will happen to my country. But in the same breath, I want to say that I don't know what will happen to Malaysia. I hope for the BEST. I will try in my best capacity not to close my window. If not now, when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to help the world, but first let me help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not advocating any political slogans, but know this, come this 8th March 2008, I will vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will vote for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will vote for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the EMK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-3981233294811207565?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/3981233294811207565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=3981233294811207565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/3981233294811207565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/3981233294811207565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/02/election-fever-letter-to-our-pm.html' title='Election Fever, letter to our PM'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-4731012429790503101</id><published>2008-02-15T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:03:34.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2008 in a nutshell.</title><content type='html'>okay, A Larger than usual Nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i haven't been posting.. I know my stats has droppped tremendously! SAD!&lt;br /&gt;But i've been very busy traversing around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naahhh.... nothing of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last I left you was probably My Birthday which was roughly about one month ago.. Since then Many things has happened in the world where it warrants CHANGE and other good things to happen.. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I started my Legal Aid, at &lt;a href="http://awam.org.my"&gt;AWAM&lt;/a&gt;. If you don't know what AWAM is, it's a NGO where they protect, counsel, provide advise, provide a shoulder to cry on, enable the public to lend their hands in giving back to the community and most of all as a feminist movement against Paternal laws that are unjust and unfair in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go on and on about what is unjust. You and I both know what horrors exist in the world. But at least It's good that some of us help out just a bit. But the sad thing that they realise themselves is that no matter how much HELP you can give to someone AFTER they have been raped, abused, beaten, demoralised, nothing can be done to prevent this. We have... some laws.. yes.. but they are insufficient by themselves because it is the mindset, the problems in our head that PREVENT us from doing anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sooooooo conditioned to think in one way that even if we really wanted to and Forced ourselves to think in another... we sometimes find ourselves falling back to our old ways... sometimes we think maybe we can do something for the better. But other times we're AFRAID. It's okay to be afraid. It's okay if people think.. differently of you. i know I'm afraid.. but I'm trying my best! to make people more aware of what's going on around them and what they may do to change it. I Hope, I can only hope that i can make some sort of change in the world. even it is is a small drop in the giant ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a February Nutshell post.&lt;br /&gt;and what's February without the MOST important events?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINE's DAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chinese New Year, the RAT.. brought alot of SCANDALS. lol. Poor Edison chen... ATTEMPTED suicide because of all the racy pictures released of him and his ex girlfriends/playmates/fans. It was pretty bad as the girls look horrible Drunk, or drugged... or.. in a VERYVERY obscene position. The Guy, named Kira, released the pictures slowly.. out of the 1.2k pictures promised, Kira delivered half or maybe more. He stopped when he was given the sufficient payment by a Tycoon, i.e. one of the girl who was in the scandal's Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible? Yes. Deserved? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did it do to the world except add to more of the Porn available? I'm not quite sure. Kira said that he wanted to show the deeep dirty underbelly that is HK superstars.&lt;br /&gt;I think it has been sufficiently exposed. Exposed far too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chinese New Year, i celebrated it in True CHin Family tradition.... Watching Korean Drama series and Eating NON STOP.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to love Chinese New year.You can do ANYTHING in the world with the reason being it's Chinese New Year sooo.. what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day was wonderful as I prepared tomyum spicy soup for my family and sayang, and we watched Jumpr. It's an awesome show. If you liked the Bourne Saga.. you'll love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Sadly I missed the Hokkien festival of Pai Tien Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo tired I just pengsaneded on the bed when I reached  home. I couldn't even reply msgs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND most importantly of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARLIAMENT HAS BEEN DISSOLVED . I know.. i'ts late news. and We're gonna have the 'it seems lah' chance to vote in a new government.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think taht will work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think havoc will ensue if BN is not voted into as Government? I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;do you think I'll be terrified if that happens?&lt;br /&gt;YES! I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But BN has been playing the 'peace' card EVERY election. I'm fed up. If they're gonna threaten riots if they don't win. I don't think that' very democratic. It's almost tyrannical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. it's a sad sad world out there. and it's about to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaksz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-4731012429790503101?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/4731012429790503101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=4731012429790503101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4731012429790503101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/4731012429790503101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/02/february-2008-in-nutshell.html' title='February 2008 in a nutshell.'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-1556727318309217810</id><published>2008-01-30T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:21:24.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Mammograms!</title><content type='html'>Rafidah says she's upset because not many women are taking up the subsidy to have a mammogram. If you don't know, a mammogram is a breast examination to check if you have breast cancer... usually they'll feel your boobs and checck if there are lumps or anything abnormal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. with concerned citizens like this man here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Rafidah will be happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R6Bq54HuhwI/AAAAAAAAA18/o-Jbd7gtQus/s1600-h/n669055309_873687_6439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R6Bq54HuhwI/AAAAAAAAA18/o-Jbd7gtQus/s320/n669055309_873687_6439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161242715516471042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-1556727318309217810?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/1556727318309217810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=1556727318309217810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1556727318309217810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/1556727318309217810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/01/free-mammograms.html' title='Free Mammograms!'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R6Bq54HuhwI/AAAAAAAAA18/o-Jbd7gtQus/s72-c/n669055309_873687_6439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-2348356345623396381</id><published>2008-01-28T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:27:36.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KLPAC open Day 27.01.08</title><content type='html'>I went to the KLPAC open day.. the first of it's kind last sunday, at first When I read the itinerary.. which wasn't much.. I guess, I saw my friend, Brokenscar/Kevin there and I thought .. YEAY!! great opp to meet him, AND go to my happy place. is shioks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd be there at 11.. leave about 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so wRONng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were so many things going on i had to hold my head to stop it from spinning around! At any one time there were about 4-6 things going on. i missed out on a lot because well, I didn't have the mutant ability to split myself into a few people at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off we enjoyed the sing songs of &lt;a href="http://brokenscar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kevin Brokenscar&lt;/a&gt; on Acoustic in the HOT HOT day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51HUIHuhvI/AAAAAAAAA10/wTv9yUyS2sU/s1600-h/n553233868_389200_7204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51HUIHuhvI/AAAAAAAAA10/wTv9yUyS2sU/s320/n553233868_389200_7204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160359159139305202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while inside, we had a first treat of KLPAC. Although I'm not quite sure what was going on.. there was very suspicious sounds.. and three performers were walking VERY slowly.. and shakily.. ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mind you they were on heels&lt;/span&gt;) to the stage. it was VERY FREAKY. I didn't get it. I still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I''m sooooo 'kam-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pung&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51HNoHuhuI/AAAAAAAAA1s/wFun5Tqq7Js/s1600-h/n553233868_389201_7480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51HNoHuhuI/AAAAAAAAA1s/wFun5Tqq7Js/s320/n553233868_389201_7480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160359047470155490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51HF4HuhtI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vhfBfOYuuT8/s1600-h/n553233868_389202_7755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51HF4HuhtI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vhfBfOYuuT8/s320/n553233868_389202_7755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160358914326169298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was just PLAIN WEIRD. but they were very good at their 'thing' whatever it was. Maybe it was spooking us all out with their.. strangeness. if it was, WOW they did an Excellent job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went up stairs to look around and we found a belly dancing class~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dTAP1czKuok&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dTAP1czKuok&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;That was kinda cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51G64HuhsI/AAAAAAAAA1c/3KORM7HoBxQ/s1600-h/n553233868_389203_8037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51G64HuhsI/AAAAAAAAA1c/3KORM7HoBxQ/s320/n553233868_389203_8037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160358725347608258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we headed downstairs and a Jazz band, was playing pink panther in the Lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6L3aC9YzqGo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6L3aC9YzqGo&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51G0YHuhrI/AAAAAAAAA1U/qePfKpg9Mi4/s1600-h/n553233868_389205_8582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51G0YHuhrI/AAAAAAAAA1U/qePfKpg9Mi4/s320/n553233868_389205_8582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160358613678458546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went back upstairs and caught a glimpse of a Gamelan Jam Session. It was quite interesting as they used traditional instruments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51GvYHuhqI/AAAAAAAAA1M/qlddVxZwyPw/s1600-h/n553233868_389204_8308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51GvYHuhqI/AAAAAAAAA1M/qlddVxZwyPw/s320/n553233868_389204_8308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160358527779112610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we had a break and at lunch at the Japanese restaurant, Yurite, I think that was it's name.. and ate some buckwheat soba noodles and udon noodles. I've always wanted to eat here.. finally I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51GoYHuhpI/AAAAAAAAA1E/5AvuptBdvpw/s1600-h/n553233868_389206_8858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51GoYHuhpI/AAAAAAAAA1E/5AvuptBdvpw/s320/n553233868_389206_8858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160358407520028306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then.. we were in for a TREAT~~ I YUMMY YUMMY TREAT~~ I got myself an Ice cream. ^_^ but that wasn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this hunk of a hunk.. that was... oh so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;300-ey&lt;/span&gt;. GOSH. really. REALLY.... his muscular arms were so ... muscular? hehehe.. yeah words aren't my forte, but heck...... he needs no WORDS~ just look at him.. GAH. is GAHness~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfcoK9etpUY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfcoK9etpUY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51GdIHuhoI/AAAAAAAAA08/DyVIsfBh7VM/s1600-h/n553233868_389207_9143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51GdIHuhoI/AAAAAAAAA08/DyVIsfBh7VM/s320/n553233868_389207_9143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160358214246499970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51GS4HuhnI/AAAAAAAAA00/S1sL97t_FsU/s1600-h/n553233868_389286_6972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51GS4HuhnI/AAAAAAAAA00/S1sL97t_FsU/s320/n553233868_389286_6972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160358038152840818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeng or not? I tell you.... I bet (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; if you saw the video&lt;/span&gt;) he must have hit is head so many times practising! then the string section played the most wonderful songs... WOW.&lt;br /&gt;they're really good i felt so at ease when I was listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51GMoHuhmI/AAAAAAAAA0s/j0p65v8_OMA/s1600-h/n553233868_389288_8189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51GMoHuhmI/AAAAAAAAA0s/j0p65v8_OMA/s320/n553233868_389288_8189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160357930778658402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1DN2TA65XQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1DN2TA65XQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Od1zXuq0sow&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Od1zXuq0sow&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also walked around and checked out those GIANT Koi in the ponds, as well as we checked out other interestings as well. however all could not be documented here. But I tried as best as i could lah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of the day we were very happy as we had a time of our lives enjoying a myriad of performances! That and we were left a VERY nice momento of our trip to KLPAC by the nice people at Kelab Shashin. ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the photography club&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51GEIHuhlI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pj8fWfAUKZM/s1600-h/n553233868_389208_9449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51GEIHuhlI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pj8fWfAUKZM/s320/n553233868_389208_9449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160357784749770322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-2348356345623396381?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/2348356345623396381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=2348356345623396381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2348356345623396381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/2348356345623396381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/01/klpac-open-day-270108.html' title='KLPAC open Day 27.01.08'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R51HUIHuhvI/AAAAAAAAA10/wTv9yUyS2sU/s72-c/n553233868_389200_7204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815819.post-9034026255852020055</id><published>2008-01-25T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T10:32:06.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Terengganu... squeezing in some time before lunch.</title><content type='html'>I've been really... swamped with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curi-ing some time off now.. to write in my blog because I havne't been updating for AGES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received all my pictures for my Mulu Miri Trip 2008 and I HOPE .. hopefully during the chinese new year break i get some time off to compile the pictures nicely and make it intoa huge collage here. It was really great. I loved it.  Although I pouted a whole lot. and whined... and made some HUGE FUSS.... after all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm NOT A JUNGLE GIRL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends, they miss the jungle so much after the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? i like it here. Although I love the feeling of not working and just lazing around...... ;) who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after a while... you don't have anything else you can do besides exploring and planting.. and cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll update you that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a funnier note.... let me tell you about my trip to terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was for work. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yup I've been flying around alot!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was pretty excited going to Terengganu.. after all.. it's the land of LEKOR~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes.. what am  I? I'm the lekor loving maniac! yupyup.. I love to eat lekor.. and I even crave lekor.. the stuff my sister calls bad breath. but who cares? it's so yummy. and it has so many varieties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I was in Terengganu, which by the way is a CITY! but it's a very.. quiet city.. almost like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SHAH ALAM&lt;/span&gt;. hehehe. if you want a comparison. nothing at all like Subang Jaya. There are no shopping complexes.. but the SEA is beautiful! I have to admit. i'm a Beach junkie. I get all jakun-y and siao when I see the beach. it doens't matter WHAT beach. any beach will do. Even fake ones I'm kinda happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. this is what happens when you live no where near a beach/sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right back to Terrenganu. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Their weekends are Friday and Saturday, btw&lt;/span&gt;) anyway soo i was in the Office right.. and I wanted to go to the toilet. So i asked for directions. According to that nice lady, she said, just go straight and turn right you should see the door there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a door with a TUDUNG lady. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crap. I tried googling for a picture but I couldn't find one.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, it's like this.. ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from Microsoft Paint&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R5lIIoHuhjI/AAAAAAAAA0U/HgwmdLODFBI/s1600-h/tudung.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R5lIIoHuhjI/AAAAAAAAA0U/HgwmdLODFBI/s320/tudung.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159234161175594546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give or take some artistic skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, important bit is seeing this picture. I automatically thought. SURAU. ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust me. everyone I told the story to thought I was referring to a surau as well&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since i was there I respected their privacy and religion so i went into the NEXT door. which was conveniently unlabeled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I opened the door. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE WAS A MAN INSIDE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and first thing I thought was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW. Terengganu is sooo much more Open then i imagined! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause the toilets at our firm are although labeled, it doesn't restrict you from doing what you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i asked. is this the toilet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said. " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is the guy's toilet.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i dengan malu sekali, went to the other '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surau-ish&lt;/span&gt;' toilet instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i told my master/boss about it. he went off to the toilet to investigate. and he came back chuckling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fiona, you see because of you now the have labeled the toilet "LELAKI" bigbig!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sigh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silly things I do~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and I didn't get to eat thier famous LEKOR! *poutpout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*muaksz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815819-9034026255852020055?l=www.fiona.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fiona.my/feeds/9034026255852020055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815819&amp;postID=9034026255852020055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/9034026255852020055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815819/posts/default/9034026255852020055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fiona.my/2008/01/trip-to-terengganu-squeezing-in-some.html' title='Trip to Terengganu... squeezing in some time before lunch.'/><author><name>the Princess~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466132497602094585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/SUiSaR0DL0I/AAAAAAAABuA/UiQr8LE0QLI/S220/DSC01759.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpI9wsXcDT8/R5lIIoHuhjI/AAAAAAAAA0U/HgwmdLODFBI/s72-c/tudung.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
