<?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-36245498</id><updated>2011-10-08T11:59:36.441+08:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Her Philosophy'/><category term='Driven by Boredom'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Emo-ness'/><category term='Beauty Reviews'/><category term='Appreciation'/><category term='Humour'/><category term='Idiocy (by yours truly)'/><category term='News'/><category term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>Littleplate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-7248819179334124239</id><published>2010-06-23T21:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:04:10.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty Reviews'/><title type='text'>Bonaquin Gold Mask Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today's review features Bonaquin's Gold Mask, a one-of-a-kind mask that I've never tried before - it's made from collagen and hear me out, GOLD. Zetafera has been kind enough to send me a sample of the mask for reviewing last week, which admittedly I have not gotten to as I've been down with the flu. Curse the weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways getting back to the mask, here is what it looks like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIVEit7j8I/AAAAAAAAA2M/92zz2ptCgaw/s320/IMG_1843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485970463873798082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;The packaging is large and can fit into a typical A4 letter envelope, and this packaging reminds me very much of the silicone-like eye masks that typically come in a thin plastic packaging to retain its form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what the mask looks like (flip the packet to reveal its shape):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIVFHGn0LI/AAAAAAAAA2U/8yhsOCbZlA8/s320/IMG_1848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485970473641038002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned earlier, it reminds me very much of the silicone-like eye masks that feel like cool jelly to your skin. And because of that, I suggest that those with long nails be careful when applying it over your face, as your nails may poke a hole in it... like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is it supposed to work? Well the mask claims to be made from natural ingredients and collagen. which offers up to 10 times higher absorption rate compared to regular tissue-type masks. The ingredients contain collagen, seaweed extracts, vitamin-C (good for skin whitening), rose oil (well-known to aid in tightening pores, calm sensitive skin and reduce acne, among many other things), hyaluronic acid (good for hydration), coenzyme-Q10 (best for reducing wrinkles) and gold powder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why gold you ask? Gold is one of the most expensive treatments used today to combat signs of ageing, as pure 24-karat gold sheets are believed to be antioxidant in nature and when absorbed by the skin, also renews the skin's elasticity and promotes good blood circulation. And no, you won't turn yellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what it claims to do on the Zetafera website: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;u style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Effects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Gentle, but highly effective, the Gold Mask penetrates quickly &amp;amp; deeply into the skin layers and boosts rejuvenation on the cellular level. The Gold Mask delivers its nutrients deep below the skin, thereby fighting the underlying causes of facial wrinkles and ageing skin.&lt;br /&gt;Not only does it help reduce the appearance of existing signs of ageing, but also helps prevent future wrinkles from forming and restores a healthy, radiant complexion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;To benefit you guys, I took a before and after picture after cleansing my face. You have to excuse the silly looking smile, I realised I wasn't smiling after I took a few pictures, and this was the only one where I looked somewhat awake. For your reference, I have OC20 sensitive skin and a slightly uneven skin tone, with some redness around my nose. I do not have prominent eye bags but I do have dark circles.  Here are some pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIVFebTflI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Ov5yUC37n5s/s1600/Before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIVFebTflI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Ov5yUC37n5s/s320/Before.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485970479901802066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIVFrrjJfI/AAAAAAAAA2k/DT0B-dYNDAw/s1600/IMG_1850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIVFrrjJfI/AAAAAAAAA2k/DT0B-dYNDAw/s320/IMG_1850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485970483459597810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Yep, now I'm almost ready for Halloween. Freddy Krueger watch out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Size-wise, the mask does not completely cover my face as well as the Beauty Diary ones do, leaving space uncovered around my nose area. As you can probably see, the slits for the mouth and eye areas are also rather small, and because of the silicone-like quality of the mask, I cannot sit or stand upright for long before needing to readjust the mask sliding down my face. And while doing that I accidentally made an obvious tear near my forehead =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is recommended that you do not wear the mask for more than 2 hours, and it may seem rather 'dry' compared to regular solution-soaked masks, but the way the Bonaquin Gold Mask works is that it dissolves upon contact with your skin's natural body temperature. I found this really cool! No more drippy masks =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I left mine on for about an hour and here was the result immediately after removing it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIa-noYP7I/AAAAAAAAA2s/lZEcQYfRx9A/s320/After+5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485976959183241138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, my skin tone is now more even and the redness around my nose has slightly dissipated. Sadly no reduction for my dark circles, but I did notice the vitamin-C's whitening effect. For those of you who didn't know, vitamin-C does not leave a lasting effect and requires periodic infusion to maintain the skin's fairness. So don't feel bad if after a couple of days you notice your skin tone returning back to normal. It only works when you use it consistently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the claims of pore tightening and oil control, I do have rather oily skin so I was anxious to notice changes there. I did notice a slight reduction in my skin's natural oiliness the next day, but no noticeable change to my pores. Perhaps if you used it over time you'd notice something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my overall impression of this mask is that it's great for those who have an uneven skin tone and are seeking an early introduction to reducing the signs of ageing (especially those in their early 20s). I'd also recommend it to those who are seeking a good mask which combines whitening, moisturising and anti-ageing effects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The price of the Bonaquin Gold Mask is not cheap at RM8 per sheet, but it's definitely more affordable than your over-the-counter luxury brand masks like Laneige or SK-II. Definitely worth a try. I got mine from Zetafera.com, and to make things easier I've added the link - you can find it &lt;a href="http://www.zetafera.com/product/c/2/15/mel_sapphire86/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIVFebTflI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Ov5yUC37n5s/s1600/Before.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-7248819179334124239?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/7248819179334124239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=7248819179334124239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7248819179334124239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7248819179334124239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2010/06/bonaquin-gold-mask-review.html' title='Bonaquin Gold Mask Review'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIVEit7j8I/AAAAAAAAA2M/92zz2ptCgaw/s72-c/IMG_1843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-6427001687447934280</id><published>2009-11-24T20:59:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:55:50.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driven by Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>10 Worst Characters Ever Seen</title><content type='html'>Whether it is an evil character, horrible acting or a ridiculous waste of production cost, everyone has seen their fair share of characters on TV or movies that just... irks the shit outta them. Or just makes your eyeballs roll so many times people think you're having a seizure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've compiled a personal list of horrible, inane characters that I've watched. Whether you agree or disagree, that's just too bad because.... it's my blog! Bwahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the intentional hate begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Number 10: Scrappy-Doo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Reason: Annoyed Me While Watching Scooby Doo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SwvgawK8I8I/AAAAAAAAAzc/Y-GsCelhz8o/s1600/worst+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SwvgawK8I8I/AAAAAAAAAzc/Y-GsCelhz8o/s320/worst+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407662527800419266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whether he is jumping or shrieking his name, Scrappy Doo is undoubtedly the worst character I have encountered as a child. Wiki's description of Scrappy Doo says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scrappy-Doo was added to the cast of Scooby-Doo to save the show's ratings, which by 1979 had begun to sink to the point of cancellation threats from ABC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his addition to the show proved to be a ratings success, Hanna-Barbera restructured the show around Scrappy in 1980. In later years, the presence of Scrappy-Doo has often been criticized as having had a negative impact on the various Scooby-Doo series of the 1980s"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess someone finally realised that Scrappy Doo needed to be scrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Number 9: Fran Fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hate Reason: Annoying voice - The Nanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Swviu8a8_nI/AAAAAAAAAzk/gBRfeeeJ7vs/s1600/worst+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Swviu8a8_nI/AAAAAAAAAzk/gBRfeeeJ7vs/s320/worst+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407665073709448818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have flipped the channel to Hallmark on Astro, you would have undoubtedly come across an ad or two promoting The Nanny. Sure she has an amazing body for an older woman, but when she laughs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fwoosh&lt;/span&gt;!! It all goes down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry dear, but even if you looked like Megan Fox, if no one can stand with you for 10 minutes listening to your voice, it doesn't matter if you're Cleopatra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Item 8: Jar Jar Binks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hate Reason: For Being Created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget Jar Jar Binks?? When I first watched Star Wars: Episode 1, I was young and he seemed like an amusing character to a naive teenager. I guess I was too engrossed in staring at Ewan McGregor, one of my favourite heartthrobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Swvl_E4DylI/AAAAAAAAAzs/oKOb3M9R95Q/s1600/worst+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Swvl_E4DylI/AAAAAAAAAzs/oKOb3M9R95Q/s320/worst+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407668649391802962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the 3rd time watching the movie however, I noticed I was fast forwarding past the scenes that included Jar Jar saying his lines. What was his deal?! I couldn't understand the reason for his character. To add comic relief?? His character seemed to serve no other purpose other than getting into trouble and needing Obi-Wan's help incessantly. Even when the Jedi approached the Gungans for military aid (is that what it's called? Lately I only know USMC jargon because it's constantly fed to me...), he inanely led a troop of his people to war. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's a good thing that George Lucas realised how much we don't want to see him again. In Episode 2 he only made a very minor appearance and was later never seen again. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won the 1999 Razzie Award for Worst Supporting Actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Number 7: Dr Christmas Jones (007: James Bond)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Reason: She's Positively VAPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another interesting character. Just by her name, you can already tell she's gonna be a bimbo. But when you realise her character is played by Denise Richardson, you KNOW she's gonna be bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Swvn70PK7PI/AAAAAAAAAz0/CNPwy--G2C8/s1600/worst+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Swvn70PK7PI/AAAAAAAAAz0/CNPwy--G2C8/s320/worst+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407670792408984818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Denise might be a nice person and a sexy actress, but sorry. She seriously needs acting lessons. First of all, her character, while supposed to be extremely talented and somewhat of a genius, can not do much other than wear that completely inappropriate outfit for a 'doctor'. Can you imagine your doctor dressed up like that? Yeah. Only in 'R' rated films I would imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, her performance as Dr Christmas Jones almost made me wish I hadn't bought tickets to watch Pierce Brosnan. Almost. The lack of depth portrayed in her character was appalling, especially for a Bond movie. The Bond girls are supposed to be sophisticated, seductive and very clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Jones was ranked as one of the worst Bond girls of all time by Entertainment Weekly in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Number 6: Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Reason: She's Not A Disney Girl Anymore &amp;amp; She Should Nev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;er Be Allowed Near A Mic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, Hilary Duff. I used to enjoy watching Lizzie McGuire on Disney a LOT. In fact, I never missed an episode. However that's where my love for her ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she started singing after Lizzie McGuire, I was amazed. I could not understand where her courage came from, to be able to stand in front of so many and sing horribly at her own concert! Let's just say she wont survive if she auditioned for American Idol. I can just imagine it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SwvtLnjgCgI/AAAAAAAAAz8/NgxZLmpiMH8/s1600/worst+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SwvtLnjgCgI/AAAAAAAAAz8/NgxZLmpiMH8/s320/worst+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407676561440639490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Simon: Alright let's start&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duff: &amp;amp;*^%$#$^&amp;amp; ^&amp;amp;#%$## laaaaa~~~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon: You. Have. GOHT. To Be KIDDING. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duff: *$#&amp;amp;%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;^$ *&amp;amp;^$%% %&amp;amp;^$%~~~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon: Alright! That's enough! If you would be singing like this two thousand years ago, people would have stoned you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Duff: You are so mean! *teardrop*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula: Oh you are WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;! Absolutely wonderful! You know Simon I can't stand how you are so horrible all the time. *continues to snort cocaine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder how large her network of connections must be, to be able to land Gossip Girl like that. I pray for the episode where she gets run over by a bus or falls down a manhole. Please don't ruin my favourite series anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Number 5: Jenny Humphrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;- Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;Hate Reason: She's An Attention Crazed Emo Teenager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SwvxxRLDAsI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ibIvLou7NiU/s1600/worst+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SwvxxRLDAsI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ibIvLou7NiU/s320/worst+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407681606314033858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, I cannot stand Jenny Humphrey. She's in the upper middle class of my list for a solid reason. I believe the portrayal of the character is done quite nicely however Jenny's character seems to serve only as a modern, female Anakin Skywalker. The worst part is that she refuses to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walking down the path to darkness, she shows every teenager how NOT to be a good adult or make the right decisions. And best of all, she does it wearing Jimmy Choos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there are times where I do find it hard for me to really, really hate her. Perhaps its the way she has to struggle for 'survival' amongst the wealthy in the Upper East side of NY. Perhaps it's how she is so fashionable. No matter what the case, I give her points for deception though. She cleverly manipulates the people around her without any hint of guilt to get what she wants. The ultimate Evil Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Number 4: Jack Black&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Reason: You Can't Act, You Can't Sing And You're Not Good Looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Swv4q0iTdWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/H4mjIrHoozg/s1600/worst+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Swv4q0iTdWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/H4mjIrHoozg/s320/worst+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407689192129131874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's really simple, really. EVERY movie that I've seen him act in, he butchers with idiocy. At least when Rowan Atkinson acted like an idiot, he did it a wide variety of facial expressions. Jack Black seems to have either forgotten every class taught to him about facial expressions, or he's somehow facially catatonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's grinning, he bugs his eyes out. If he's angry, he bugs his eyes out. When he's confused, you guessed it. He bugs his eyes out. I think someone should teach him the difference between being funny and being an obnoxious bore. The thing is you can kind of tell he knows what he's doing, only that he chooses to make a complete idiot out of himself. And he tries to do it COOLLY. Bravo baka-sama. You make me never want to watch any of your movies. I don't even get eye candy out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Number 3: Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Reason: You Look Like A Monkey &amp;amp; You Can't Act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson. God. How do I hate him and wonder how he has delusional teenagers and middle-aged housewives screaming his name in ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Swv9wdsxXBI/AAAAAAAAA0c/id6sTWd6TNU/s1600/worst+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Swv9wdsxXBI/AAAAAAAAA0c/id6sTWd6TNU/s320/worst+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407694786636373010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ask any acne-ravaged 14-year-old girl or creepy middle-aged spinster who they they think the world’s hottest bachelor is and they’ll reply&lt;em&gt; “Robert Pattinson. ROBERT PATTINSON! ROBERT PATTINSON! ROBERT PATTINSON ROBERT PATTINSON ROBERT PATTINSON SQUEEEEEEEEE!!!”&lt;/em&gt; before passing out in a giant puddle of urine and tears and exploded fallopian tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, he does not even CLOSELY resemble the image of Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part of him looks like someone from the 1900's?! His facial features resemble a primates; his nose looks like something that came out of Michael Jackson's worst nose job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, he may be a nice person, but to get involved with a POT HEAD just means you're really... stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, he can't act. It's that simple. Go back to acting classes monkey-boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Number 2: Kristen Steward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hate Reason: You're A Pot Head, You Can't Act &amp;amp; Your Ego Is The Size Of Russia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SwwAIG5HE9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/fhDcMavuE04/s1600/worst+of+ALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 335px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SwwAIG5HE9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/fhDcMavuE04/s320/worst+of+ALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407697391854228434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's exactly what it says. Here's what Perez Hilton had to report on Bella Snob:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What's the latest string of douchery to come out of Kristen Stewart's mouth??&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twilight star has contemplated the effect of her departure from the movie series, bragging, "It would be so easy for me to send so many hundreds of girls into such a frenzy by saying I want no part of any future [Twilight] movies."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh honey, you are most definitely mistaken!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wouldn't that be R-Patz, not you???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're pretty sure Twilight fans would love to rid the films of your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely concur with Perez Hilton. Teenagers already have their fair share of exposure to drugs and low-lifes. They don't need another trailer trash guiding them the wrong way and earning big bucks while doing so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Number 1: Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Reason: From Keeping Blood Vials To Incest &amp;amp; Finally, A Home Wrecker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Swv7hPePKbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Vh9FMQZVzVg/s1600/worst+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Swv7hPePKbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Vh9FMQZVzVg/s320/worst+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407692326096021938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the award goes to Angelina!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she did not have Brad Pitt on her arms, and a collection of children from every country in the world, people would see her differently. I have a few reasons why I absolutely cannot stand her or support any of her films and I'd rather not waste my money on an insipid woman like her. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; - She is mentally unstable. From keeping a vial of blood of her then-husband to french kissing her own brother, she definitely has some loose screws in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt; - I am sick of people saying how gorgeous she is. REALLY? Because I cannot see how someone so ugly on the inside can show it on the outside. That statement in itself is shallow. She has duck lips and a face of someone who does not feel guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Home wrecker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. She constantly shows how she does not know what she truly wants by getting everything; one child of each nation, one man from each of her movies that she acted in until she got the best one of all, married or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-6427001687447934280?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/6427001687447934280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=6427001687447934280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/6427001687447934280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/6427001687447934280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-worst-characters-ever-seen.html' title='10 Worst Characters Ever Seen'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SwvgawK8I8I/AAAAAAAAAzc/Y-GsCelhz8o/s72-c/worst+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-6134608248903833863</id><published>2009-11-19T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:40:33.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zq4ZUcTnQ6A/SwVJiz5IxEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tsXp6p8gnq8/s1600/image-upload-85-707085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SwVK0N1bicI/AAAAAAAAAzY/YsZ0eFJHFU8/s320/image-upload-85-707085.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I took this picture last week, one rainy night after Chloe and Ginger had their dinner. You may not be able to see it, but Ginger was having a dream and kicking her feet. On the other end, Chloe being the sister that she is, was taking all the kicks and just twitched her ears... For the next half an hour! Ah.... Sisterly love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-6134608248903833863?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/6134608248903833863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=6134608248903833863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/6134608248903833863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/6134608248903833863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/11/truth-about-sisters.html' title='The Truth About Sisters'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SwVK0N1bicI/AAAAAAAAAzY/YsZ0eFJHFU8/s72-c/image-upload-85-707085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-2711583283694946144</id><published>2009-11-12T19:18:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:50:56.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>Estee Lauder Palette &amp; My Beauty Diary Masks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-18116964.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=275e6c5a-89c1-4475-ad10-937a299c8786&amp;amp;uniqID=fc3f68da-981a-479c-b8f2-66ae67730f4b"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-18116964.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=275e6c5a-89c1-4475-ad10-937a299c8786&amp;amp;uniqID=fc3f68da-981a-479c-b8f2-66ae67730f4b" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good day all! Today's post is catered to my more feminine audience. In my bid to be more effeminate, I'm on a journey to expand my repertoire of skills... to prettify myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I know some of you may be thinking right now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cheh-wah, using such flowery words to make her sentences pretty, just say lar she wants to learn to use makeup!"&lt;/span&gt;. But see! Makeup can not only be used on faces, but can be applied editorially as well! Editorial makeup that is~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you put makeup, you need to make sure your face is dewy and healthy so that it minimises the actual need for makeup. After all, natural beauty trumps cosmetic beauty! Which brings me to my first purchase - a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; COLLECTION&lt;/span&gt; of face masks from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Beauty Diary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of you may know the infamous Taiwanese brand of face masks from using it yourselves and by the expensive price. I however, bought it at a discounted price because of the bulk number. Ta-dah!! My entire collection of face masks! I even have this yummiliciously named one called '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;White Chocolate Truffle&lt;/span&gt;', omigawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SvwEMYYLemI/AAAAAAAAAzM/zBIJ_5aZffQ/s1600-h/DSCN7831-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SvwEMYYLemI/AAAAAAAAAzM/zBIJ_5aZffQ/s320/DSCN7831-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403198263686560354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really have to thank Lee Kuan for introducing me to this mask though. She was so sweet and bought a couple of boxes back from her Taiwan trip for me. After using the first mask, I was hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some other brands that leaves my face sticky and indecent for public exposure (at least until I wash it off the next morning), this mask produces immediate effects! I have tried the Red Wine and the Lavender masks, and my latest haul includes: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yoghurt,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sake&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Black Pearl&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Bulgarian White Rose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the scent that the masks have as well. Unlike some that have an overpowering chemical-y smell to it, this one is subtle and leaves a gentle lingering scent, even after toning! I get a headache when I use things that have a strong scent, especially if it's a scent I don't fancy, so this factor is quite important to me. No more Skin Food/Face Shop masks for me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SvwDqZb49dI/AAAAAAAAAy8/GjGaCXQxlTE/s1600-h/DSCN7833-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SvwDqZb49dI/AAAAAAAAAy8/GjGaCXQxlTE/s320/DSCN7833-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403197679855007186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After using your face masks, your face is smooth and supple. Now you're ready for makeup magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other haul is an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estee Lauder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pallete - the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Professional Makeup Traveler'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;set for a steal! With 3 shades of lipstick and 2 shades of blushes included, that makes the most number of blushes and lipsticks I have ever owned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I own 1 lipstick from Shu Uemura in the palest nude I could find, and 1 blush from Stila from a few years back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire set consists of - A gold clutch travel purse (that I will now use for dinners, mwahaha!), a blush brush, eye shadow brush and lip brush, 6 wonderful shades of eye shadow (some have a little shimmer which is marvelous!), 2 shades of blushes and 3 shades of high gloss lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SvwD4rKSsYI/AAAAAAAAAzE/8VtRnrpYwa0/s1600-h/DSCN7837-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SvwD4rKSsYI/AAAAAAAAAzE/8VtRnrpYwa0/s320/DSCN7837-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403197925131202946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have yet to test how well it perseveres throughout the day, but I have tested it on my eyes and face. The colours are rich and although I did not use the brushes included, the palette of colours blended very well and didn't leave a cakey feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's expected from Estee Lauder, but further updates soon on how well it can last without touching up from a night of clubbing or worse, a steamboat dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note - Luke finds it utterly hilarious that I seem to be undergoing my 'makeup discovery' phase of my life now, when everyone else has gone through it in their adolescence. In fact, he finds it so funny that now I'm hilarious not only to him, but his family members too... (=_=). But hey! I guess it's better that I'm going through it now, rather than after all my eye bags and wrinkles start to appear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-2711583283694946144?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/2711583283694946144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=2711583283694946144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/2711583283694946144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/2711583283694946144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/11/estee-lauder-palette-my-beauty-diary.html' title='Estee Lauder Palette &amp; My Beauty Diary Masks'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SvwEMYYLemI/AAAAAAAAAzM/zBIJ_5aZffQ/s72-c/DSCN7831-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-2999494810132383399</id><published>2009-11-09T02:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:55:36.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Gay's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>They say that everyone has a skeleton in their closet. I'm sure you know yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-18123071.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=516f799c-362d-4919-9747-345533cd43de&amp;amp;uniqID=7d12f9c1-8e71-4390-9ed7-c7fcc5f3787f"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 330px;" src="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-18123071.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=516f799c-362d-4919-9747-345533cd43de&amp;amp;uniqID=7d12f9c1-8e71-4390-9ed7-c7fcc5f3787f" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people fear that their past transgressions will come back to haunt them, and keeping them hidden is the only way to prevent that. Others, may have just been so used to throwing these lifeless weights in the closet without realising what they truly were. Of the two, I fall in the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first encounter with the word "Gay" was when I was 12. Let's be honest, I had no idea what it implied. My immature young mind had simply no use for its definition. After all, I had been content with daily words such as "Cartoons", "Best Friend", "Sleepovers" and "UPSR".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumours of two female prefects kissing after the end of the major exam was simply unprecedented to preteenagers. And I'm very sure we all know that at that age, gossip catches on like a noxious virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-21210707.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=c140586e-78f4-483c-9438-ccabfdb2b594&amp;amp;uniqID=8b1b4057-c9e7-422b-9d50-84728569dd8f"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-21210707.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=c140586e-78f4-483c-9438-ccabfdb2b594&amp;amp;uniqID=8b1b4057-c9e7-422b-9d50-84728569dd8f" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A short time later however, I was forced to know its true meaning whether I wanted to or not. You see, despite how naive they can be, when you place a child in a situation where she doesn't understand what she sees or hears, she's forced to learn about it on her own. Especially if it happened at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what if it was a latchkey child? In that case, learning about such things would prove more stressful. Some time passed in this situation, and eventually I learnt that there were two kinds of "Gay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children believe in magic, fairy dust, flying ponies and in their minds, they can do anything they want. Above all, when they believe in magic, they feel safe. In my case, I believed that if i could be more like Sailormoon, I could always fight away the monster in the closet. Love, Hope and Justice became embedded in my virtues. Hilarious as it is, I will always treasure those memories, because shortly after that, the magic was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-21923855.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=58e03273-13b9-4ef2-bd50-3794be607599&amp;amp;uniqID=66f231df-7f72-4190-ac83-c4dfc188b340"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 329px;" src="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-21923855.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=58e03273-13b9-4ef2-bd50-3794be607599&amp;amp;uniqID=66f231df-7f72-4190-ac83-c4dfc188b340" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was only after many years that I realised the impact of the word in my life. By then, I had given away some of my teenage years - precious years which could have been the best of my life, was now something I rather not think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I began to diagnose the cause of my despondency, I was nearing the end of my teenage years. A split second decision to enroll in a university program not of my first choice turned out to be the best medicine I could ever give myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to learning more about 'what my problem was', I began healing the scars that ate away at me. I made true friends. And I established strong ties of friendship that were almost lost forever. Best of all, I had finally started to empty my closet, one problem at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-17132730.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=e9eb3fdd-3de1-4dd1-b617-16743965dd10&amp;amp;uniqID=b9f0b58b-581d-4b8f-bfa8-7df19a1bcfa0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-17132730.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=e9eb3fdd-3de1-4dd1-b617-16743965dd10&amp;amp;uniqID=b9f0b58b-581d-4b8f-bfa8-7df19a1bcfa0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never forgot though, how I was left to figure everything out on my own. And I never once forgot that it was because I had to that I turned out the way that I did. Instead of hating how I never had someone to guide me through this process, I now appreciate it. Because now I can start learning to be proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Releasing all that anger and hate really opened my eyes and changes the way how you can look at someone you once thought was your hero. At the end of the day, all our skeletons have to be thrown out in the open. After all, it's the only way a closet can be truly be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s&lt;/span&gt;: BTW, yes I know I broke my rule about not having something personal online this time, but hey! I wanna be open about this, at least from now on (=_=).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-2999494810132383399?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/2999494810132383399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=2999494810132383399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/2999494810132383399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/2999494810132383399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/11/gays-anatomy.html' title='Gay&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-149173367667452251</id><published>2009-05-31T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:12:22.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time Is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea as I have so very &lt;i&gt;subtly&lt;/i&gt; implied the last time i ever posted something, my time would be pretty much preoccupied with the arrival of my most precious darling. My "Honeymoon" period was very divine indeed. We may not have been the richest of couples, but we were definitely the most satisfied and blissful of the lot =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know some people have been pestering me to post up pictures of our time together, some because they wanna know how much we've done, the places we've been and some are just eager to see who my Mr Right is. LoL. Well... let's just say that the amount of pictures we have taken were so great that it's taken up a collosal 10.4 Gigabytes of my hard drive &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;O_o&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry though, they will be up in due time.... If i manage to finally upload them on Facebook &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I just found out that they finally enlarged their album capacity to fit 200 pics! Yay!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with the freaking Java thinghymajiggy that always somehow seem to fail when i upload my pics. Maybe I should try loading smaller blocks of pictures &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I usually upload 60 at a time. I have way too many to NOT upload such an amount at one go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Yea I know, it's crazy. I'm still wondering how i managed to beat the size of my Video folder with all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; episodes and all O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those who have been with me and my precious Mr Right know that he has already come and gone. Argh. The song that seems to be overplaying itself in my head is the Leaving On A Jet Plane song sung in Armageddon by the astronauts right before they leave for space and inevitably met their doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every place I go, I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing, I sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;br /&gt;One more time, oh, let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When I won't have to leave alone&lt;br /&gt;About the times that I won't have to say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm leaving on a jet plane....&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that every line hit the mark dead on, either for him or me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but don't worry too much about me, I'm fine and will be my jolly, wacky old silly self in a week or two =). I'm even blogging again~! Well the lack of blog posts can actually be blamed on Mr Right there because he served as an overwhelming distraction that needed constant attention =p. Not that I complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Neways, pictures *should* be up soon and if not, you people have the right to stick a blowtorch at my behind because that's what it takes to get a mule moving =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-149173367667452251?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/149173367667452251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=149173367667452251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/149173367667452251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/149173367667452251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation-time-is-over.html' title='Vacation Time Is Over'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5882239390892796455</id><published>2009-04-07T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:00:52.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, i'm bored yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ergo, blogthings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Basil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatherbareyouquiz/basil.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a mild mannered person. People feel naturally calm around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are warm hearted and loving. You have a close knit circle of friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the courage to be who you are in life, even if others disagree. You're proud of your uniqueness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good at caring for and healing others. You are naturally soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatwinterhatareyouquiz/hatwithflaps.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fun loving, cheerful, and even pretty cute most of the time. You use fashion to play. You never take style all that seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type most likely to wear a funny t-shirt or goofy hat. But when it comes time to clean up, you clean up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofnamesdoyoulikequiz/names-5.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like names that are from the past but becoming modern again. Names with a strong history are very appealing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a big believer in giving children very adult sounding names. You're not a fan of nicknames or newfangled spellings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some female names you might like: Audrey, Emma &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(so TRUE! i love Elizabethan names)&lt;/span&gt;, Fiona, Georgia, Isabelle, Naomi, Rosemary, and Veronica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some male names you might like: Brendan, Colin, Ethan, Jared, Kenneth, Martin, and Nathaniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&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/36245498-5882239390892796455?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5882239390892796455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5882239390892796455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5882239390892796455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5882239390892796455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogthing.html' title='Blogthings'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-1320565434168117791</id><published>2009-04-02T23:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:01:14.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've started another blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no this one is still very much active. I just decided out of personal reasons stated in the other blog, to do something.... different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now the sister site for littleplate.blogspot.com and it's called.... *dum dum dum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Little To-Do List!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the link at the side or check it out here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://thelittletodolist.blogspot.com/"&gt;*thelittletodolist.blogspot.com*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee!&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/36245498-1320565434168117791?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/1320565434168117791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=1320565434168117791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1320565434168117791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1320565434168117791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-2382836561050955756</id><published>2009-04-01T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:11:34.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case some of you were wondering what happened to me in the past few days... when blog posts became evidently nonexistent, i have actually been preparing for the two biggest exams preceding my postgraduate application requirements for the states. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;TOEFL &lt;/span&gt;is a ridiculous english exam which i need to take to prove i can speak english legitimately =_= because ridiculous american universities have such stringent rules and are unable to compromise unlike other universities in the United Kingdom or in Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other exam is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;GRE (Graduate Record Examination)&lt;/span&gt; which must be taken by all gradute applicants regardless of nationality (yes, even americans have to take them) and i have so CLEVERLY registered for both exams with a one week gap in between them! LOL. Way to go, putting myself into a pile of crap all by myself, whooo! My TOEFL was this past weekend, on the 29th and my GRE is next week thursday =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i had preferred if the TOEFL was scheduled later in April after my GRE exam, but for some strange reason no TOEFL exams were scheduled in the month of April in Malaysia or Singapore! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, i have been prepping for my GREs which have a few sections in it: the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Verbal Killer&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Quantitative Nightmare&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Analytical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Wringing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Writing&lt;/span&gt;. Of these, the one i obviously have difficulty with is the Quantitative Nightmare - maths, maths and more MATHS! All the math concepts that i have learnt throughout high school seemed to have been locked up in a chest and thrown in the sea somewhere... everything seems fuzzily familiar, and i find myself saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"hey, i've done this before... now how was it again...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A LOT. I have been so caught up trying to refresh my memory of these concepts that right now i'm neglecting my writing and my verbal section terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, such is my fear for maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the TOEFL. Right, i was one of the youngest people at the testing centre on Sunday, aside from this korean girl who waltzed in wearing slippers, shorts and a pajama tee.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;(she honestly looked as if someone dragged her straight from bed and lodged her there between the couch cushions in the waiting hall)&lt;/span&gt; there were a few working people &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;(obviously working, because no one would wear a SUIT or FORMAL-WEAR to an english exam...) &lt;/span&gt;and finally me, the last to arrive. Incredibly, though the registration time was at 9.30am, i reached *maybe* just 10-15 minutes after that and was the last one to register and yet i turned out to be the FIRST one allowed in to the exam room to sit for the exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i botched the speaking section of it though... i have a tendency to stutter sometimes when i'm nervous, and i was preeeetty nervous.... i only registered for the exam 4 days BEFORE! O_O needless to say, my preparation was close to none as well =_=. hence the stuttering. and given that we're only allowed 15 seconds to THINK about how to answer verbally to the topic right after it's given and 45 seconds to talk about it, i didn't have enough time to finish saying my sentence! =/ Plus on top of all that, i was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; to leave the exam hall, more than an &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; earlier than the expected time of completion! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap maybe i should have stayed longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... hopefully the other sections of the exam pulled me back up. i was always more focused on the GRE and not the TOEFL, with GOOD reason too. the GRE is the main exam which would be one of the four deciding criteria on whether or not i'll be accepted in to my university of choice. ergo the minimal amount of time spent blogging, shopping, etc right now... going out actually is painful because i can actually feel the magnetic pull towards my dining table where i study... argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this is just a short update of what i'm doing. no worries, i am not at a standstill with my blogging, just otherwise preoccupied at the moment. I went on a road trip with a few besties and that post is yet to be published... plus we're still waiting for pictures from our esteemed photographer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;EUJIN&lt;/span&gt;! *hint hint*. After next week Thursday, my blogging will resume and soon after that, i'll have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SUPER DUPER HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; blog posts! why you ask? because my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christmas pressie&lt;/span&gt; is finally going to be delivered to me!! in person! whee~! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-2382836561050955756?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/2382836561050955756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=2382836561050955756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/2382836561050955756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/2382836561050955756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-1945046651146158508</id><published>2009-03-26T11:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:00:33.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Only 46% Asian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck is this nonsense?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid incorrect survey thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Both of your parents are from Asia&lt;br /&gt;[x] You were born in Asia&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You use the term "Azn"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You think DDR is cool&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;-- what's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You watch anime&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like Korean dramas&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have stuff hanging on your phone   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;-- you don't know the half of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents want you to marry within your own race&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You eat rice almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;[x] You drink lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You style your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; [ ] You have a xanga/bebo/myspace/friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; [x] You speak languages other than English&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents are strict compared to other REALLY asian parents&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents have high expectations of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You always get A's/B's on your report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; [ ] You do Chemistry/Biology/Physics/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Accounting&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know your multiplication table&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play badminton or table tennis&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've seen the Asian version The Ring/The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 11/20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You go/want to go to a university and would NEVER consider an apprenticeship&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own an Asian car (Honda, Toyota, etc)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're not the only child&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've gotten little red envelopes around February&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know the difference between kung fu, karate and tae kwon do&lt;br /&gt;[ ] If you're a girl, you prefer white guys over asian guys, or if you're a guy you prefer asian girls&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your mother tries to bargain even though the product is already discounted&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can do the rubiks cube&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a box of noodles somewhere in your house  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;-- standard issue item in every student's pad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You play video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 18/30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Everytime you're going out your parents ask you where you're going and what time you'll be home&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have karaoke at home&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have have heard of BoA, Gazette, Ayumi Hamasaki, Gackt, Jay Chou, Twins, or DBSK&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've been to a LAN party more than 3 times  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;-- a WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have incense sticks/moth balls in your house&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a gaming console&lt;br /&gt;[x] You play a musical instrument&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't wear shoes in your house&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can use chopsticks well&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get nothing if you do well in school  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;-- i get nothing anyway =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 23/40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents won't let you go out if you have school the next day&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have Asian songs on your computer/iPod&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't like football  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;-- which footie? american fake-footie? or the real footie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a curfew&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what ulzzang/tb means&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what purikura is&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents bought you shoes many sizes too big so you can "grow into it" and wear it for years to come&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've played final fantasy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You believe in fortune cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 28/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what bok choy is  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;-- i SHOULD know this...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;OMG! Luke knows this! how the hell does my typical bf know this and i do not?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've heard the song "Got rice?"&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had a tutor&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've had pocky/yan yan before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you seek for your mother's permission she replies "Ask your dad"&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to save things in case you need them later, even if you never use it&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tasted durian &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;-- i LOVE i LOVEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hope to be employed in something practical, like medicine, law, accounting, or engineering&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have eaten dog or snake&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Everyone thinks you're at least a year younger than you actually are  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;-- sigh. wish i could check this one =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 33/60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You call your adult family friends "Auntie" or "Uncle"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have or have had a bowl cut&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents enjoy comparing you to their friends' kids&lt;br /&gt;[x] You eat everything with chopsticks &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;-- whenever possible. so much easier to multitask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hang your clothes out to dry on a line attached to the window of your flat and the window across from yours&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are applying to an ivy league college&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents or relatives have tried setting you up with someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You eat for breakfast what is considered food unfit for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You scored higher on the math than you did on the verbal on the SAT&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You always cheer for the Asian athlete on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 36/70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love shopping at Costco because everything's cheaper when buying in bulk, even if you don't need so much&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You buy rice in 50lb sacks at least&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have had to wear hand-me-downs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get two of the same thing but one is better because it's free&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You fight for the bill because of face, even though you don't actually want to pay for such an expensive meal &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;--nope. pay for me all you want! mwahaha! *cough* actually dutch is the way these days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You make things yourself because it's cheaper, even though it takes more time&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a huge butcher knife but it's actually called a "vegetable knife"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a lot of Tommy Hilfiger or Calvin Klein&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can down cups of tea like water and not feel the caffeine effects because you're used to it effects of it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love hot pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 39/80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You make your rice without butter, spices, or salts&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents are especially loud on the phone&lt;br /&gt;[x] You always take home the leftovers from a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You try to coerce others into taking the leftovers if you're eating with company&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You give fruits as gifts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You will waste extra gas to find cheaper gas/other things&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are smaller in size compared to the Caucasian population&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have relatives in Canada&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The number 8 is an extremely lucky and important number to you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The number 4 is an extremely unlucky number to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 41/90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Every big event revolves around food&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have gotten used to the smells of herbal medicines&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are stick thin and want to keep it that way&lt;br /&gt;[x] You try to save money on everything you buy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You eat a lot but it doesn't add much to your weight&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You care a lot about staying in fashion with the rest of Asia&lt;br /&gt;[x] School is always the number one priority in your family&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You care a lot about honor and saving face&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents expect you to do everything right&lt;br /&gt;[x] You mix languages up constantly while thinking and speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Total: 46/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;......wth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit! Luke scored 43% and now he's gloating about how i'm a FAKE ASIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth!&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/36245498-1945046651146158508?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/1945046651146158508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=1945046651146158508&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1945046651146158508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1945046651146158508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-only-46-asian.html' title='I&apos;m Only 46% Asian'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-3690935275257936280</id><published>2009-03-24T20:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:52:41.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a wonderful day~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly one of the most wonderful in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained today~!&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;not that many people might have known, but i truly LOVE the rain! in a country such as Malaysia, the name is synonymous with HEAT. downright scorching uv-filled heat from the sun. and our only reprieve comes from the lovely shower from heaven above~ The past few weeks have been truly hot, with the weather forcing people indoors and even as i was secure within the four insulated walls of my home, i felt extremely lethargic and got the worst &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt; of the month... yea i kind of realised that i oddly get headaches when the weather is too hot. funny ey? kinda like that girl in the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/span&gt; who can tell the weather with her boobs! only... obviously not quite the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;RAINED&lt;/span&gt;~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it left such a wonderful pleasant cooling feeling behind... mmm~! don't you notice that your &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;moods can change&lt;/span&gt; when the environment is more pleasant? i'm one of those people who can get affected by weather noticeably. when it's hot i get rather cranky and when it's cool, i dance in the kitchen as i cook and sing when i'm alone in my car~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when i was a kid i used to get scolded for running and playing in the playground during break times during kindergarten when it was raining because my uniform would get dirty and wet or i'd catch a cold and spread it to the other kids. lol~ it seemed like such a long time ago. i even remember how after i went in the rain to play and my arms and legs would get all wet, i would take my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;socks&lt;/span&gt; off and use it to dry my arms and legs! hahaha! it seems so gross but now that i think about it, i must have watched too much of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Mr Bean&lt;/span&gt; on the telly.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScjX9PIhaeI/AAAAAAAAArA/07EO5GGg3tk/s1600-h/42-16949200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScjX9PIhaeI/AAAAAAAAArA/07EO5GGg3tk/s320/42-16949200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316736807145138658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who, when it rains, would prefer the warmth and comfort of being under the umbrella at all times, running fear-like from the rain as if it was acid or something... and would not even get out of the car without an umbrella no matter what... as if the rain would burn away the hairs on their head. Why such fear pray tell? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Have you ever tried looking up at the sky as it's raining?&lt;/span&gt; Its one of my most favourite things to do in the world, to look up at the sky. Of course it'd be easier if you wore glasses or a pair of clear goggles lol~ Take a chance. Look at the sky as nature showers it's gift on us. You'd be surprised at how much you could enjoy it. =)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScjX9J-YjZI/AAAAAAAAArI/bX4gu1XIKds/s1600-h/42-16949202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScjX9J-YjZI/AAAAAAAAArI/bX4gu1XIKds/s320/42-16949202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316736805760437650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not enough just to reach out from under the umbrella to have a feel of it... That is the same as saying you're going to dance and then just tapping your feet or bobbing your head to the rhythm of the music. No! If you're going to dance, i say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;do it properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Move your hips and spin your body! Don't just tap your feet, dance! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Our worst critic&lt;/span&gt; is the one staring back from the looking glass. =p&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScjX9Vr3FYI/AAAAAAAAArQ/P-BdBgYmdhY/s1600-h/42-16949348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScjX9Vr3FYI/AAAAAAAAArQ/P-BdBgYmdhY/s320/42-16949348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316736808903972226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw the umbrella away~ Open your arms, throw your head back and look at the skies~! It's such a wonderful feeling and i'm sure some of you have done it before. i love doing it when i'm swimming in the pool as well. Most people jump straight out of the pool the moment it starts to shower for fear of lightning and thunder strikes, but there are also ridiculously hilarious moments when i see them running under their towels for shelter. EH? for what...? because you're afraid to get WET? LOL~! If there is a light shower and you're in the pool next time, try this instead - float on your back... spread your arms and smile at the skies. close your eyes and feel the pitter patter on your arms and face. it's wonderful... i love it when it rains and snows... the look of it when you view into the skies is truly lovely.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Because life is a series of sensations we go through.... we should feel as much as we can as we go through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe that is just me and my biasness... towards the falling rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless,&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;dance while you can, and enjoy every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is too short to stay under the umbrella all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScjX9UGsy1I/AAAAAAAAArY/qeCCBNpRQRM/s1600-h/42-17657832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScjX9UGsy1I/AAAAAAAAArY/qeCCBNpRQRM/s320/42-17657832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316736808479673170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;To sing is to love and affirm, to fly and soar,&lt;br /&gt;to coast into the hearts of the people who listen,&lt;br /&gt;to tell them that life is to live,&lt;br /&gt;that love is there, that nothing is a promise,&lt;br /&gt;but that beauty exists and must be hunted for and found.&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/36245498-3690935275257936280?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/3690935275257936280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=3690935275257936280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/3690935275257936280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/3690935275257936280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancing-in-rain.html' title='Dancing in the Rain'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScjX9PIhaeI/AAAAAAAAArA/07EO5GGg3tk/s72-c/42-16949200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-1808367027538402379</id><published>2009-03-23T18:28:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:04:14.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Opportunistic Bitches Are Thriving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are opportunistic slutty bitches everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this firm belief has been further solidified by bloody accounts like this~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://mikeinmanila.wordpress.com/2006/12/04/subic-rape-case-vs-us-marines-verdict/"&gt;(3 years ago) Filipino female Nicole Subic (pseudonym) reports rape - U.S. Marine Daniel Smith sentenced to jail and stripped of rank and duties&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago i saw this news article and i was in disbelief because i personally thought this guy did NOT look like a rapist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/afp/20090318/capt.photo_1237348437854-2-0.jpg?x=213&amp;amp;y=269&amp;amp;xc=1&amp;amp;yc=1&amp;amp;wc=325&amp;amp;hc=410&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=OZsq_GZr3Ll9D7M7ayB1iA--"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 269px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/afp/20090318/capt.photo_1237348437854-2-0.jpg?x=213&amp;amp;y=269&amp;amp;xc=1&amp;amp;yc=1&amp;amp;wc=325&amp;amp;hc=410&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=OZsq_GZr3Ll9D7M7ayB1iA--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poor Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090318/ap_on_re_as/as_philippines_us_marine"&gt;(Today) Opportunistic Slut Changes Story Saying "Her Conscience Bothered Her"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/nation/03/17/09/sworn-statement-%E2%80%98nichole%E2%80%99"&gt;Read Her Affidavit Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subic alleged that just before midnight of November 1, 2005, Lance Corporal Daniel Smith raped her inside a moving Starex van at Alava Pier in Subic. Initially she claimed she was GANG RAPED by Smith and his honchos but changed THAT statement after a few days &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(why? because she didn't have enough evidence to extort THEIR money as well??),&lt;/span&gt; "Nicole also alleged that Smith's other companions, Lance Corporals Keith Silkwood and Dominic Duplantis and Staff Sergeant Chad Carpentier, were inside the van cheering Smith on as the incident happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith pleaded not guilty through and through, repeating that the sex was consensual and that he was innocent. However his claims were drowned by the protests of Filipinos who were outraged during the course of the trial - when things turned more political...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"During the trial, Nicole said she had been raped and had been treated "like a pig" by Smith and his fellow servicemen and that she wanted nothing but the death penalty for him. The case became a rallying point for nationalists who wanted Manila to abrogate an agreement that allows U.S. troops in the Philippines."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is she now? Now that she received the money from the case settlement at the expense of already poor Smith&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(according to Luke, these guys don't make squat for a living!)&lt;/span&gt; she is nicely tucked away in UNITED STATES and fucking planning a  WEDDING with her new white owner! Can you imagine if the poor fellow had ACTUALLY received the DEATH penalty?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her real name is Suzette Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abante-tonite.com/issue/dec0606/Pictures/news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 265px;" src="http://www.abante-tonite.com/issue/dec0606/Pictures/news.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crocodile tears won't get you anywhere you cock-whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Nicole* left the Philippines for the United States last week, where she plans to marry her American fiancé (and guess what? Hey! He's a military fellow too! See a trend yet??), her mother said. Nicole also received 100,000 pesos, or USD 2,062 from Smith as compensation, according to Smith's lawyers. With Nicole's changed statement, many nationalists now fear that the Philippine Senate may drop plans to review the agreement. Senators had promised to review the pact after Washington failed to turn Smith over to Philippine custody despite a Supreme Court order."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fucking up the nation, allowing thousands to rally and perform street protests on her sob story she decided 3 years later that she feels GUILTY?! why? because she had her fill of white cocks and decided she didn't want to burn in hell for ruining a man's life and career? wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Suzette's mother claimed that Suzette left the Philippines in mid-March for the US (for good) to join her fiance of 2 years who is in the US Military. She also said that Suzette worked on obtaining her US visa for a long time. According to Ninoy Aquino International Airport and Philippine Bureau of Immigration, Suzette flew to Japan and that they don't have a record of her connecting flight to the US. Her mother appealed to the public to allow Suzette to live a normal life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, she even flew to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt; first so that they didn't track her going to the States?? Doesn't that PROVE her sly motives even further?! HAH! I say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;REVOKE her visa and DEPORT her sorry brown ass back to sodding Phillipines&lt;/span&gt; to FACE the injustice she caused to the nation and causing a ruckus with the goddamn women's rights activists and god-knows-what-other activist groups who were behind her back and are now hilariously humiliated.&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;Women's Rights Activists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2009-03/45642599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2009-03/45642599.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try facing this angry oestrogen-filled mob yourself bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed? Of course! Luke says it happens so much and servicemen are always getting charged unjustly with these bullshit and i agree! Not because he said so, but because i know there are so many opportunistic SLUTS who are more than WILLING to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;harp on westerners&lt;/span&gt;, even those who are TAKEN or MARRIED! Haven't you seen white men walking around in the malls with sluttily dressed woman hanging on their arms? Haven't you ever heard other girls moan and bitch about how great it would be if they had a WHITE guy instead of a chinese one? Ever wondered how these women got there?? Some of them even offer their services OPENLY and FREELY to them. And having been accused of being in the same class as these whores before behind my back as well makes me feel even more compelled to blog about this. Wow these girls would be happy with any white guy? That is so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;fucking superficial &lt;/span&gt;that i have no inkling on how i should react, if i should be upset that these &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ASIAN SLUTS&lt;/span&gt; are retrograding asian standards back 2000 years or if i should scoff at their pure idiocy. These kind of people seriously tick me off and if you want to preach to me about being calm and that it's fine because things finally worked out for the better, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fuck YOU!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (for all colourful profanities - thank L.R. Hayden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;God damn all you SPGs*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about the Subic case, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subic_rape_case"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.iht.com/articles/2009/03/18/asia/phils.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.gmanews.tv/story/153081/Subic-Rape-Case-Timeline"&gt;here for the case timeline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes, i like to be thorough with my research)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt; Yes I realise this post does NOT fit at all well with my current blog template, i'm thinking of a re-do sometime soon. The overly girly template may be very eye-pleasing but does not at all suit with the temperament of the blogger's posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarong_Party_Girl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*SPG - Sarong Party Girl, refer to Wikipedia here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/36245498-1808367027538402379?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/1808367027538402379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=1808367027538402379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1808367027538402379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1808367027538402379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/03/opportunistic-bitches-thrive-everywhere.html' title='Opportunistic Bitches Are Thriving'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-7936861652803085374</id><published>2009-03-19T14:07:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:40:23.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Womanly Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been feeling the urge to prettify myself more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if it's because my female instincts have finally kicked in, or if it's because i'm so fuggly that i'm seeking to de-fugglify myself.... hmmm.... haven't quite decided on that, but right now i'm vying towards the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR it might be because i've been bored lately and watched a couple dozen videos on makeup tutorials...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, i really admire those women who painstakingly go through the trouble to put on a face (a made-up face i mean) everyday whether it's for work or whatever. the guides i always see online manage to get their face all prettied up in a matter of minutes and yet each time i try, i end up looking like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bobo the Clown&lt;/span&gt;. will i ever get this makeup thing right!? BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, i've managed to get the face powder &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hehe...yes i know there's not much technique needed there, but it still counts!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, eyeliner and fake eyelashes down. i'm still trying to get mascara on my lashes without either poking my eyes to death &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(seriously, mascara wands are an optical hazard... it's a metal brush with chemicals waving here and there, millimetres from your precious eyes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and needing to change my contact lenses because they've got mascara goop on them... wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mascara pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the one i DEFINITELY need help with is when it comes to eyeshadows.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;oh my bloody gawd&lt;/span&gt;, i had no idea how troublesome putting eyeshadows are!! how in the bloody hell some girls do it even as they're half asleep i have no idea! (salute). and the different types of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;brushes&lt;/span&gt;.... don't even get my STARTED on the brushes. i only had a hang me down blusher brush from my mum and it's so old the brush is all frayed at the ends like some rat ate at it or something (lol). all my other brushes either came free with some junk i bought or came inside the &lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;little powder box thing with the eyeshadow&lt;/u&gt;. i once had to bring my makeup junk to a dance class so the teacher could teach us how to do a certain look. i ended up one of the noobiest ones in the class and in the end, the teacher did half my face and told me to get a proper makeup set =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ah... some of the madeup faces i see on the videos are so pretty! i wanna look like them too... and there are some that really just makes me gawk at the marvel of makeup... and one even made me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that makeup was invented &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(so i didn't have to bear looking at some of their ugly faces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i'll post some of these up right now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-4H7rNg5CI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-4H7rNg5CI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makeupgeek.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marlena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a great makeup artist who posts video tutorials for everyone hopelessly lost with makeup or just looking to learn something new. i love her vibrant colours and tips :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you ready for the shocking stuff now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a series of real tutorial pictures by a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"lala"&lt;/span&gt; girl on an asian makeup forum i happened to stumble on one fine day... subsequently i &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;choked on the glass of milk&lt;/span&gt; i was drinking at that time. it just really showed me how frighteningly deceiving makeup can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you ready for this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you transform &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHndjE9VJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qaXOm2Y1QYA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHndjE9VJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qaXOm2Y1QYA/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314783530092156050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHndqtBEGI/AAAAAAAAAog/vyRrPnDukds/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHndqtBEGI/AAAAAAAAAog/vyRrPnDukds/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314783532139221090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHnd_TVWtI/AAAAAAAAAoo/hYbOaBnbrOc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHnd_TVWtI/AAAAAAAAAoo/hYbOaBnbrOc/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314783537668643538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocked? in disbelief? so was i... the girl IS by the way, real and just like in the photos.. this is her tutorial for other girls... so do you want to know how she got from one end of the spectrum to the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few tricks off the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;makeup miracle&lt;/span&gt; book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before makeup (she looks like a tranny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHnd92HcxI/AAAAAAAAAow/Yl02m1QEceU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHnd92HcxI/AAAAAAAAAow/Yl02m1QEceU/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314783537277661970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1 - Circle Lens + double eyelid glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHneNaIFiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0Kpski1ILBI/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHneNaIFiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0Kpski1ILBI/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314783541455230498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2 - Apply toner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHn_lLMpWI/AAAAAAAAApA/-IDlv8dM1GA/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHn_lLMpWI/AAAAAAAAApA/-IDlv8dM1GA/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314784114770748770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHn_p8jAwI/AAAAAAAAApI/W-Tbhf2-1I4/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHn_p8jAwI/AAAAAAAAApI/W-Tbhf2-1I4/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314784116051477250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3 - Apply liquid foundation (i don't think she used that little to be honest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHn_7AAKsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/MRg7mF8AAGk/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHn_7AAKsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/MRg7mF8AAGk/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314784120629373634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHn_xK58sI/AAAAAAAAApY/4u3rpViHtMg/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHn_xK58sI/AAAAAAAAApY/4u3rpViHtMg/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314784117990748866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHn_1drFJI/AAAAAAAAApg/qH07jkXV7h4/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHn_1drFJI/AAAAAAAAApg/qH07jkXV7h4/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314784119143208082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4 - Attach fake eyelashes and drown eyelashes in heavy duty mascara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHrFRaYXFI/AAAAAAAAApo/7B7lTnSb3J8/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHrFRaYXFI/AAAAAAAAApo/7B7lTnSb3J8/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314787511079820370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHrFs1KPKI/AAAAAAAAApw/7oMiGosS9VM/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHrFs1KPKI/AAAAAAAAApw/7oMiGosS9VM/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314787518439898274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dewy doe eyes ready for the kill~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5 - Apply liberal amounts of eyeliner...&lt;br /&gt;all over your eyes if you look like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images13.51.com/28/a/31/3f/laladesgin/200_150_1638712840lalade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://images13.51.com/28/a/31/3f/laladesgin/200_150_1638712840lalade.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6 - Add on the eyeshadow&lt;br /&gt;(she's starting to look less painful to MY eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHrFgIyhpI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oMp-YbxwAjM/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHrFgIyhpI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oMp-YbxwAjM/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314787515032569490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 7 - Gloss your lips with lip plumpers,&lt;br /&gt;add hair extensions/wigs/dead grandmother's hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHrF4dvepI/AAAAAAAAAqI/TDHYRU_uGwQ/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHrF4dvepI/AAAAAAAAAqI/TDHYRU_uGwQ/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314787521562901138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tadah~ miss fuggly is now... almost decent! *i can't imagine how many people would have been deceived by such a face.... LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHrFgjEBGI/AAAAAAAAAqA/5OGrMVkeqKU/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHrFgjEBGI/AAAAAAAAAqA/5OGrMVkeqKU/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314787515142767714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHsIT43PzI/AAAAAAAAAqY/FY9Hjl1TB8s/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHsIT43PzI/AAAAAAAAAqY/FY9Hjl1TB8s/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314788662795779890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;lesson of the day: beware of deceivingly pretty girls...&lt;br /&gt;they might just be makeup pros O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHtAvLHJrI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Un0CoiAchyw/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHtAvLHJrI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Un0CoiAchyw/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314789632192751282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/36245498-7936861652803085374?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/7936861652803085374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=7936861652803085374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7936861652803085374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7936861652803085374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/03/womanly-pains.html' title='Womanly Pains'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/ScHndjE9VJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qaXOm2Y1QYA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5805443983068767369</id><published>2009-03-11T16:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:59:32.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driven by Boredom'/><title type='text'>Horor-scopic Revelations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you one of those people who read horoscope predictions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know your own horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just recently discovered (as nonsensical they may be) horoscopic predictions about people's personalities and the common stereotypic qualities each zodiac sign possesses (i.e. Scorpios are passionate, Virgos perfectionistic, Leos are vain, etc etc). in psychology, we sometimes even scoff at horoscopes - they're considered "pop psychology" bluffs for the public. Personality is something that changes throughout a person's life stages - from childhood to high school to college life and finally to working life and later, family life. therefore it can be said that you cannot determine a person's personality for a 100% certainty. However, personality traits are on the other hand, a different matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality traits are characteristics in people that are considered relatively stable over time and these (are thought to) differ among people and are motivators of a person's behaviour. Some in the working field may have been exposed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Goldberg's Big Five personality dimension model&lt;/span&gt; which addresses &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1) Extroversion vs Introversion, 2) Neuroticism, 3) Openness to change, 4) Conscientiousness and 5) Agreableness.&lt;/span&gt; Ah, but now i'm veering off topic again! I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, i found it rather interesting to read all these horoscope prediction thinghymajiggies. Somehow i find it rather scarily accurate some things are that are said about my personality &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm a Virgo)&lt;/span&gt; like how one article described Virgos as perfectionistic, analytical, very skeptical, distrustful in nature, have tendencies to turn molehills in to mountains and have an incessant need to be meticulous about hygiene... somehow i don't completely agree with these statements (Luke however, scoffed and said they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; true, especially the molehills to mountains part) but how am i to believe how true these things are, especially given how i was taught &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to believe in pop psychological assumptions? I actually was interested in looking at the boyfriend's horoscope and laughed at how they portrayed him as being a flagrant playboy who priotises his own ego over all else &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(he's a Leo)&lt;/span&gt;. One article even mentioned that Leos can sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt; their partners after doing the deed because they're busy high-fiving themselves for scoring again! (O_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the most plausible answer to this is that horoscopes are true for those who WANT to believe it. If a statement was ambiguous and said that &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you are very sociable and be the life of the party, but you also value your personal privacy and freedom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; it can be interpreted in more ways than one. Anyone would be sociable in their comfortable circle of friends and would blab on and on and on until the cows come home. Also, who would NOT value their own privacy? therefore this statement can be said to apply to anyone and probably everyone! Doesn't that render this statement &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;fraudulous&lt;/span&gt;? People also have the tendency to believe in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;self-fulfilling prophecies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - you see the statements that relate most to yourself among all the rest and believe it to be true. As Descartes said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cogito, ergo sum"&lt;/span&gt; or in understandable terms, "I think, therefore I am". Translated, if you think a statement applies to you, you would believe it to be true. If you think you are a sociable person, you are or will be. Ergo, it all means that as horrifyingly accurate some of the things may be in horoscope and zodiac predictions are (astrology, numerology, palm-ology, fingerology, poopology or whatever-ology there are), you have to take it with a pinch of salt because these things are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;catered to your human tendencies&lt;/span&gt; to want to believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i still don't believe i'm perfectionistic at all if it weren't for the things that have happened in my past. So unless all Virgos have been through the same things i have (and we're talking about EVERYONE who has been born in the same month/time period here), these things may be interesting to read to pass the time, but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;not something to be taken seriously&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Luke does not fit in the mould of a typical Leo at all! And thank god for that, otherwise i'd be with a rambunctious, flirty guy who'd want everything to be luxurious in life (=_=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-5805443983068767369?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5805443983068767369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5805443983068767369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5805443983068767369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5805443983068767369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/03/horor-scopic-revelations.html' title='Horor-scopic Revelations'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-8828522447487075789</id><published>2009-03-10T20:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:34:55.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>City Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Please take away the sweltering heat and save earth from evil, greed and pollution&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make it rain more, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is undoubtedly vindictive these days. I just took a shower literally less than half a minute ago and already i see droplets of perspiration on my forehead. UNBELIEVABLE. Honestly i wonder how i even managed to live this long in this country when i complain about the heat almost every other day. No wonder i'm getting a headache =_=. But honestly, i will never understand how some people can be so used to this weather that they can even sleep without a ceiling fan at night~! (The weather here is on average 90 degrees Fahrenheit with a 60% humidity level). I myself am much more chirpy at night because it's so much more cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Sometimes i wish i was a male, then i wouldn't have to dress up in layers of clothes and i could have the luxury to walk around in just a pair of boxers. Hmph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i have been lucky enough to get my hands on a copy of Cecilia Ahern's P.S. I Love You (thanks Christine dear!) but reading it in the afternoon poses such a problem because not only am i already feeling lethargic due to the heat, i am also now addicted to this new tv series that i discovered on Hallmark - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Army Wives!&lt;/span&gt; By the same people who created Grey's Anatomy comes this new series about the lives of 5 army wives (although, technically there are 4 wives and 1 husband whose wife is a high ranking officer in the Army). I absolutely love the series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the sometimes annoying (i've learnt to filter it) North Carolina accent with one of the wives, the storyline is very intriguing and shows a lot of insight in to these women's lives dealing with their husbands who come and go due to deployment and military missions. Hah, i have even learnt a few military jargons now! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Poofiekins, you should be proud of me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i now know what C.O, X.O, PFT, MOS, DoD all mean, among other things. Hah! (Not that i'll ever use it...). One thing about this series that i absolutely LOVE is that it emphasises the importance of the bonds of familial love and trust among spouses. And the best thing is that they always eventually have a happy ending after an episode or two (or three), unlike a lot of the tv series these days that always seem to enjoy adding &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;ANGST&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;MELODRAMA&lt;/span&gt;. I could do enough of that already... i want to know more happy endings =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, recently i also got a chance to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Chu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Alfie&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks guys! It was absolutely worth the watch. To those who own dogs, breed dogs or just love dogs in general, this movie is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; watch. I loved every minute of the movie and not once did i even notice the passing time, which is very good because normally when i watch movies, i normally glance at the clock every now and then - hoping for the movie to end soon. Marley and Me got me totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ENGROSSED&lt;/span&gt;, and i will even admit that i was tearing at the end... only because i could not imagine the situation happening to me and either of my dogs. All in all, it was one of the best movies i've watched in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-8828522447487075789?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/8828522447487075789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=8828522447487075789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/8828522447487075789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/8828522447487075789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/03/city-heat.html' title='City Heat'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-6549373021767405682</id><published>2009-03-08T23:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:59:53.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><title type='text'>Truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know where to start. as determined as i was before, as strong as i was, many things that happened during the period between this post and the last brought on the fact that i was human much more than ever before. i was reminded of my frailty and the fact that nothing is perfect or could ever be. once again... i had met the dark period of emotional distraught that i had once been in during my earlier years. i was broken for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day passes by with a stony reminder of the dark side of humanity i had experienced and that i had not been strong enough to govern myself against its' harsh currents. but i picked myself up. it took me a longer time than i had expected but hey, matters of the heart and emotions never abide by the laws of time do they? i'm putting one foot ahead of the other and if i keep doing so, i'd be able to go for miles in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been doing so much these past few months - but the most important thing im happy to report now is that im still the same person as i was before, still holding my own and searching for that golden path through life. i want to thank my wonderful friends who were there for me when things seemed so bleak that i could barely get myself out of bed. you guys are my guiding light when i couldn't find my way out of the tunnel. i love you so much! i'm fine now. im grateful for those milkshakes, hugs, chocolates, flowers and the love. no matter how difficult things were for me then, im the person i am now because of the support and the love i felt from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-6549373021767405682?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/6549373021767405682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=6549373021767405682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/6549373021767405682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/6549373021767405682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2009/03/truth.html' title='Truth.'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-4984192475748326523</id><published>2008-12-19T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:00:23.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Is This... Family?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier this year (or late last year, i cannot recall =_=) the psych students including myself went on a trip to the famed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Hospital Bahagia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(translated as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Happy Hospital&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;/span&gt;, a psychiatric facility that nurses elderly cases and on the more extreme, monitors suspected psychopaths and those who claim insanity (temporary or not) in court cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed you can stereotypically say that going to these places are right up my alley, but despite how negative the connotations of their name and the stigma, Hospital Bahagia was... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;a nice and peaceful place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;HUGE area&lt;/span&gt; of god knows how many hectares allocated to them and the best thing? it overlooks the beautiful hilly scenery of Ipoh. The housing for the people there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;("&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;" or not)&lt;/span&gt; are though simple, homey and the staff actually do care for the inmates, especially the elder ones whose own family abandoned them because they require a higher degree of attention and care. You have no idea how terrible i felt when the nurse told us about how the staff constantly try to contact their families only to be hung up on. And they still persisted by driving all the way to their houses to ask them to care for their family member. Hospital Bahagia is afterall, not a long term care facility unless of course the family of the inmate pays a monthly care fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me paint you a picture - imagine a very long room, decently sized with single beds running down opposite sides of the room filled with people that resemble your grandfathers.. and your grandmothers... only older, weaker, sadder and more incapable. Most of them cannot undress themselves, some of them are catatonic - they cannot move their arms/hands/legs because they have been set a certain way. Some of them have be in wheelchairs. Most of them need help going to the bathroom. Some of them have to be bound close to their bedsides because they try to run home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still remember their families and talk about them to nurses and us visitors who go spend time with them, but do their families remember them? Have they long &lt;u&gt; abandoned &lt;/u&gt; them at this solitary haven to spend the rest of their days alive in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;loneliness &lt;/span&gt;and moved on with their lives to be happy in selfish grandeur? &lt;u&gt; Have they forgotten who raised them when they themselves were young, weak and incapable?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they still call themselves their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sickens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just half an hour ago i read an article in the online news about how Hospital Bahagia is reaching out to the public to find some of the family members of the elderly inmates and i felt compelled write this entry based on that. If i could do more, i would. The experience i had during the few brief hours of that one day in Hospital Bahagia still brings a stabbing pain in my chest and wells my eyes brimming with tears if i allow myself to think about it. Anyways, this is the main point of the entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thestar.com.my/archives/2008/12/19/nation/n_39patients.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://thestar.com.my/archives/2008/12/19/nation/n_39patients.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are Ayaya @ Loh, in her 40s, Ng Lay Hean, 50, and Woon Lan Hiong, 57.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;News release:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayaya had been in the hospital since July 4, 2001, while Ng had been with the hospital since Nov 20, 1996. Woon was admitted on Jan 6, 1997. While there is no last known address for Ayaya, Ng’s last known address is No. 572, Kampung Simee, Ipoh. Woon’s elder brother Woon Fook Chai stays at Taman Shamelin Perkasa, Cheras, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Efforts to contact the women’s relatives had not been successful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those with information can call the hospital at 05-533 2333 ext 5974 (Sharifah) or ext 6014 (women garden ward).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the scowl on their faces, the muscles in their faces have been long set by the illnesses they bear through the many years of their lives. They have received no visitors since they came to the Hospital, and from what i have learnt, that may have been a great many years ago. This is the time for families to gather together and renew bonds of familial love, especially when the times are getting harder and when families need to learn to forget their individual selfish needs and support each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need a family too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;You don't choose your family.&lt;br /&gt;They are God's gift to you, as you are to them. &lt;/span&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/36245498-4984192475748326523?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/4984192475748326523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=4984192475748326523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/4984192475748326523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/4984192475748326523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-family.html' title='Is This... Family?'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5031550283638771198</id><published>2008-12-17T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:00:36.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><title type='text'>Le Sigh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean not to be worrisome and needy all the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i miss my fluffykins so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's only been 3 days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like crying now =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originally it wasn't so bad, in fact i even proudly told him i would be TOTALLY fine without him and would be having so much time to myself now that i don't have to rush back home after work to spend endless hours talking to him instead of doing beneficial things like getting my computer keyboard fixed or sending &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ginger&lt;/span&gt; to the groomers or SHOPPING (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;can you believe that... i sacrificed SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;). And i was doing all great, having gone on my own little vacay with my family as well just before his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the days go by at a glacial pace, i find myself wondering what day it is and how long it is till i can laugh and smile with my loveling again. It's as if time goes by so much slower when you're not enjoying life with the one you love. I mean not to induce any pain to anyone by saying that, it is merely my own observation about how the mechanics seem to work in MY life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I feel incredibly solitary and lonesome, as if one half of me is missing and i keep looking around as if my body cannot help but search for its missing partner, hoping that i can find him though we are always oceans apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The most terrible poverty is loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling of being unloved&lt;/span&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/36245498-5031550283638771198?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5031550283638771198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5031550283638771198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5031550283638771198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5031550283638771198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-sigh.html' title='Le Sigh~'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-2441853901953461141</id><published>2008-12-07T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:01:23.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiocy (by yours truly)'/><title type='text'>I Am Clumsy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling very creative today, i got some jewelry stickers. You know, the kind of diamante sticker thinghys where you can stick them on to anywhere you like to make things shiny and bright - your cellphones, your Ipods, your cars, you body... Anyways I felt like decorating my LAPTOP. My laptop is just plain black and that just makes me feel as if i'm using a GUY's laptop... black is nice, but not quite feminine and stylish you see. White is all the rage and always has been, for me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i spent my time carefully stenciling out the outline of my design, picking and sticking the tiny little jewels one at a time and making sure they all look PRETTY. Then the instruction called for you to use your blow dryer to heat up the adhesive under the jewels to make them stick on the surface properly. That was where i messed up...&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/_YFDPJkmaxC4/STqrQkCk6rI/AAAAAAAAAlc/g9tvbwV0O_s/s1600-h/DSCN6923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/STqrQkCk6rI/AAAAAAAAAlc/g9tvbwV0O_s/s320/DSCN6923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276718214458698418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i forgot to move the hair dryer around and the keys MELTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/STqrQXdg_sI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XdhGs2i3SzE/s1600-h/DSCN6921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/STqrQXdg_sI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XdhGs2i3SzE/s320/DSCN6921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276718211082026690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the end product. keys to be replaced soon of course!&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;Now i have one more extra thing to do before the week ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-2441853901953461141?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/2441853901953461141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=2441853901953461141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/2441853901953461141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/2441853901953461141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-clumsy.html' title='I Am Clumsy.'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/STqrQkCk6rI/AAAAAAAAAlc/g9tvbwV0O_s/s72-c/DSCN6923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-9213624856876011568</id><published>2008-12-06T16:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:01:31.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Do You Know Your "Ah Lian"? - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just about a week ago, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chu&lt;/span&gt; and I were doing some catching up and somehow or rather the topic of our conversation digressed from the usual "omg the sales are coming soon!", "what are you getting for christmas for *insert name*??" to the definition of an Ah Lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;What is an Ah Lian you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are not well versed in SEA (South East Asian) slang words, it's the derogatory term for certain Chinese girls who exhibit what is deemed as &lt;u&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;lower class' behaviours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and practice &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outdated fashion styles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; among other things. Oh! so you actually have NO IDEA that even Asians have different social circles among ourselves ey? Well guess what? We were not born from the same mother neither do we all live under TREES. Natural selection deems us to condemn the weaker of our kind just as other people do. Plus now you know that we are not all the SAME. For god's sakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having tried to explain the term and it's implications to my boyfriend brought up the realisation that not a lot of people outside SEA actually realise there were different types of chinese people. And actually, most of them do not even realise they are actually attracted to the dregs of chinese society! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Bad fashion sense,&lt;/span&gt; distasteful females who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;speak bad and/or broken english, lowly educated, loud&lt;/span&gt; and absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;LOVE to act cutesy&lt;/span&gt; (imitative of Japanese/Korean/Taiwanese cutesy girls) and/or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;take loads of pictures at an angle&lt;/span&gt; (most often from the top facing downwards towards them to amplify the size of their eyes &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*pukepukepuke*&lt;/span&gt;). This species is most commonly seen in unsavoury places like nightclubs or karaoke joints or even in your local high-classed malls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a descriptive guide on what an Ah Lian is, and how to identify one. Hopefully for those of you out there who had no clue, maybe this would be an eye opening experience. And for those of you asians, perhaps you'd have identify yourself with these traits (and hopefully CORRECT yourself!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia first provides a very general and non-biased account of what Ah Lian-ness is. Honestly i could provide a very neutral account of Ah Lian-ness but that would not show you how regular NORMAL people view them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wiki's definition:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Ah Lian&lt;/u&gt; is a pejorative term commonly given to a certain group of young Chinese girls in Southeast Asia, especially Singapore and Malaysia. These Chinese girls, whose collective age ranges from their adolescent years to late 20s, are usually centralised in the busier and more developed cities in the region. They are regarded as bimbos, and are stereotyped as anti-intellectual, superficial, materialistic, and shallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ah Lians are commonly stereotyped as having hair dyed in gaudy and bright colours (light brown/yellow shades, purple, blue and just gross yellow/light brown hues), and attired in fashion mimicking hip-hop culture, or outdated Japanese fashion, although how much of this is true is debatable. Most of Ah Lians are wearing fashions that are out dated and they still have their hair straightened with thick fringe. They love to take own pictures and imitate the way Japanese girls take their pictures which is by making their eyes look big and puffing their cheeks. Few more examples of the way they take pictures are by putting a horizontal 'Peace sign' on their eye, putting a fist facing outwards on their puffed cheek. Another distinct feature of an Ah Lian is they swear in most of their conversations just like Ah Bengs. Much like their male counterparts - that is, Ah Bengs - Ah Lians are also thought of as being excessively flashy and show-offs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The Ah Lian "culture" is especially prevalent in the secular Chinese educational system schools, typified by their frequent use of vulgarities (in Chinese, not English) and appearance in cliques (joined by their male counter parts Ah Bengs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ah Lians commonly speak in a kind of hybrid mix of Singlish or Manglish and Chinese, or Chinese-related dialects. It is also common for the grammar from these dialects to cross over English usage, creating English phrases with Chinese grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ah Bengs and Ah Lians love techno music. One can immediately spot an Ah Beng's or Ah Lian's car on the road. Their cars are usually heavily modified with big exhaust pipes, and powerful woofer set at the back of the car. They usually drive very fast while listening to loud techno music in their car."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have you got a rough idea what an Ah Lian is now? Here's today's homework!&lt;br /&gt;Go on your facebook or whatever social network programme that you have, and identify 4 girls in this category through only their pictures. Trust me, you might even be attracted to one if you're a guy. And if you're a girl, you might have been ACTING like one! Although Wiki's description is on the right track, it still only provides one version's Ah Lian description. Not all of them are vulgar. In fact, it is the non-vulgar ones which irritate me more often. But that's in another part of the guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ends part 1 of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Know Your Ah Lian Guide&lt;/span&gt;. I thought it best not to overload too much information in to one post, so this is just a prelude to what is coming next. If you wish to see more, leave a comment or let me know~&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/36245498-9213624856876011568?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/9213624856876011568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=9213624856876011568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/9213624856876011568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/9213624856876011568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-know-your-ah-lian-part-1.html' title='Do You Know Your &quot;Ah Lian&quot;? - Part 1'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-754563751425946736</id><published>2008-12-02T22:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:02:04.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driven by Boredom'/><title type='text'>I Am 36% Plastic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another silly survey for all of you bored people to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, Miko-chi made me interested in this one =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark the true statements and quantify them at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] you own a straightener&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have foundation&lt;br /&gt;[  ] you have 3 different colored eyeliners&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have mascara&lt;br /&gt;[x] you pluck your eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have a nail file&lt;br /&gt;Total so far = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[   ]your room has pink&lt;br /&gt;[  ]people call you blonde&lt;br /&gt;[  ]you have blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;[  ]you have blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;[  ] you wear eye shadow&lt;br /&gt;[   ] you own hollister and abercrombie sweater(s)&lt;br /&gt;[x] you own more than 10 pairs of shoes     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;---------- hey i have a shoe fetish. its one of my redeeming qualities as a female. i can't qualify as female without ONE fetish can i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] you have at least one pink pillow&lt;br /&gt;Total so far = 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ]your friends call you dumb&lt;br /&gt;[  ] people call you blondie&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you straighten your hair every day, twice a day&lt;br /&gt;[x] you dye your hair&lt;br /&gt;[  ]you have high-lights&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have a nail polish on&lt;br /&gt;Total so far = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] you have your own bathroom  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;--- i WISH. actually i want my own walk-in wardrobe more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[x] you look in the mirror at least 5 times a day&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(oh come on! who doesn't? once when you wake up in the morning, once when you brush your teeth, once in the night before you sleep and that's already 3! oh, Godzilla probably doesn't then since she doesn't have a toothbrush.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] you wear a lot of pink!&lt;br /&gt;[  ] you have a playboy bunny item in your house&lt;br /&gt;[  ] you have pink lights in your room&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have pink lip gloss and wear it  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;---- that's ridiculous. of course we all do! what other colour can LIPS be?? BLACK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] you have pink photo frames&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have a mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have a computer in your room&lt;br /&gt;[  ] you have more then one tv in your house&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have an mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;[  ] you used a calculator to add up this quiz  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;---- to calculate what 12 x 3 is? no, i don't think so. sadly, i'm not that bimbotic yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total =12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add up your totals and times your answer by 3 .&lt;br /&gt;repost as " i am % plastic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently i am 36% plastic. i would wage that that actually isn't quite true. i'd ask hella lot more questions. if you asked me if i have a straightener, i'd say no. because i have naturally &lt;u&gt;STRAIGHT&lt;/u&gt; hair! hahaha! i need no straigheners. yes yes, curse me and my wonderfully straight hair, i know. but i'm not that interested in straight hair all the time. so if you had asked me instead if i had a CURLER, i'd have answered yes! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;And how could you not ask the most vital questions of a GIRL?? i would have added these questions in as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;1) Do you have more than 5 pairs of dresses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;2) Do you have more than 10 pairs dresses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;3) Do you have more than 20 pairs of dresses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;4) Do you have one full closet of clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;5) Do you have 2 full closets full of clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;6) Do you have 3 closets full of clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To these questions, i can honestly answer that i can confirm numbers 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TRUE!&lt;/span&gt; So i am actually not thaaat virginal on plasticity am i now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mel&lt;br /&gt;~Char&lt;br /&gt;~Lee Kuan&lt;br /&gt;~Sandra&lt;br /&gt;~Mae Gyin&lt;br /&gt;~Hio Hwi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;~The closer I come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;~The closer I am to realising Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;~You're a miracle to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-754563751425946736?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/754563751425946736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=754563751425946736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/754563751425946736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/754563751425946736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-36-plastic.html' title='I Am 36% Plastic.'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5494961487289310773</id><published>2008-11-28T00:09:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:02:11.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driven by Boredom'/><title type='text'>Just Another Boring Survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's just another one of your run-of-the-mill, forwarded by someone type of surveys. mind you, i have done it before but it was more than half a year back, so now i'm just interested to see if any of my answers have changed (whether or not time managed to dissuade my answers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: 26-ish? no earlier lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: 25 and later. no older than 30 though.. (medically speaking) the risks of problematic child bearing just goes downhill from 30... and i want whatever kid i decide to have be healthy of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: living. rofl ok sleeping and walking around town shopping or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: spending quality time with the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3. If you have a close close close close friend since childhood who loves to take away whatever you like, including guys/girls, and he/she always wins, will you still consider him/her your friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: My close close close close close friend will never do that... i am sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: same as before. i won't choose someone that disgusting to be my friend. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: to be born a princess... rofl. jk. i wanna be rich and i wanna bum around. FOREVER! mwahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: To live happily without financial insecurities with the one i love forever. (ooh, i finally gave a serious answer, thats the only difference actually lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: with Prada and Marc Jacobs? NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: no one can. and if they do, god bless them! because i enjoy my miserable worldy pleasures \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: people i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: The love of the one i cherish the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7. What do you feel like doing, right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: eating strawberry pocky.... =_= (why i wonder...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: Holding the dean of the university (that i want) at gun point and threaten him to allow me auto-acceptance to the postgrad programme, free of charge of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: yea... i dont think love should be kept to oneself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: Only if confessing does not bring about negative consequences. It'd be stupid to confess then have your relationship as friends mortally wounded in the aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9. Name 3 weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: (1) Love - i'm naiive. (2) Shopping - sigh.. yes its my weakness. (2) Yummy things~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: 1) My Jarhead.  2) Green Tea/Strawberry ice cream.  3) Galileo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: he's gotta be more mature. oh and yea, you need to be able to handle me being high-maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: 1) Maturity.  2) Financial security.  3) Love me more than i do him.   4) The incentive to &lt;u&gt;constantly&lt;/u&gt; put in effort in showing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: LIARS! hypocrites and fakers along with people pleasers and idiots. go back to your villages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: Liars. Superficial/Shallow people. Narrow minded people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12. What is your ambition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: To be rich. and famous. and never have to work at all! MWAHAHHAHA!!! *rofl its an ambition isnt it???*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: To be able to wake up each morning and enjoy the work i do, and to get paid enough to sustain my lifestyle for it of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIES. DECEPTION. SECRECY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: Love and happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: Love and fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;15. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: I wanna be... hmm... ok i need a better memory. thats one thing everyone knows i need lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: My procrastination has to stop. and i need to learn the art of deception better. i'm too outspoken and if i learn how to deceive, i'd TRULY be a scary person to encounter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: my confidantes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: My besties and my Love. i hold no secrets from them. Good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: hmm... sorry cant think that far. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: Working, holding a graduate's degree, happily married? (the last one is still a blurry light to me though... sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18. If you could choose to migrate to any country in this world, where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: i'd just stay in japan. i like it and the food and culture is great. plus i dont have to worry about having to lock my doors during the day lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Oregon, USA &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;19. What's your all time favourite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous answer: hmm... hmm... i don't know... i know what i DONT like tho lol. not rice! i dont like rice! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New answer: Japanese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20. What is the biggest difference between the 'you' of now and then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My appreciation of life.   2) My greater appreciation of my friends, especially my best friends.   3) My exponentially higher tolerance (even i'm amazed by that actually).   4) The fact that my change was spurred unbeknownst by the astoundingly great love i share with the most wonderful man in my life - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Luke Hayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Life is full of wonderful surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It is only through the rain and storm do you feel the warmth of the sunlight at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;~Littleplate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-5494961487289310773?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5494961487289310773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5494961487289310773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5494961487289310773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5494961487289310773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-another-boring-survey.html' title='Just Another Boring Survey.'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5335419478082084405</id><published>2008-11-24T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:04:00.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>Doll-esque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know a lot of people are dubious about the acceptability of one of the latest new do's - bangs. some say that only girls with big eyes and the relatively high(er) nose bridges (aka model-esque) can carry it off without a hitch. others say to hell with that and even tho they may look chinkier and as basil might say, utar-ish, they still go for it. i've been debating a few weeks whether i should chop my fringe off or leave it as it is - the same way it has been for the past 4 years. i thought about it until i swear i had problems falling asleep (not problems sleeping mind you. FALLING asleep. read.). then as i was redoing my colours, i just thought and thought about it even more... then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a haircut.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SSprBl-pKHI/AAAAAAAAAlM/GcIaipE812A/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SSprBl-pKHI/AAAAAAAAAlM/GcIaipE812A/s320/DSC00445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272143988909484146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-5335419478082084405?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5335419478082084405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5335419478082084405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5335419478082084405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5335419478082084405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/11/doll-esque.html' title='Doll-esque'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SSprBl-pKHI/AAAAAAAAAlM/GcIaipE812A/s72-c/DSC00445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-7407165067879832644</id><published>2008-11-16T00:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:03:13.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><title type='text'>Somewhere Over The Rainbow....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago i was driving (yet again in a hurry) to meet up with some friends (or it might have actually been my family... hmm...) and there was a terrible jam as i neared the highway. i thought to myself '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(insert string of profanities)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' and grumbled to myself as my peripherals noticed the skies darkening and the sun setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a deep breath and sighed heavily as i contemplated my lamentable luck... karma had already brought on a bout of calamitous events one after the other in a string of back-to-back disastrous occurrences within the past few weeks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the muscles in the back of my neck and shoulders stiffen and sighing under the mental tension I've been under of late and massaged my neck. That was when i decided to look up at the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SR8AT6x_k0I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Bt5wZc8zEGs/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SR8AT6x_k0I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Bt5wZc8zEGs/s320/DSC00298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268930431243227970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" center=""&gt;I saw a Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" center=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" center=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of being awestruck at how breathtakingly rare that such a huge rainbow it was, the line moved and the road was cleared *somewhat*. Then i felt lighter. i guess sometimes all it takes for one to desensitise oneself from the negativities you are staring at in the face is just taking that one step back from the chaos  to take in the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" center=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" center=""&gt;Somehow, somewhere over that rainbow... things will be better. I could not help but think that at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" center=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;~Life is a succession of moments.&lt;br /&gt;To live each one is to succeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-7407165067879832644?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/7407165067879832644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=7407165067879832644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7407165067879832644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7407165067879832644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/11/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere Over The Rainbow....'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SR8AT6x_k0I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Bt5wZc8zEGs/s72-c/DSC00298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-3780091547543069319</id><published>2008-11-05T02:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:04:13.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><title type='text'>Let Me Rest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i hope everything is self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;forgiveness does not mean forgetting what has happened. the pain is still there, still etched deep in the heart, like the scars born when a deep cut is stitched up. with time it fades, but never disappears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two songs have been playing on repeat on my playlist over and over again. somehow i can't seem to remove them. just like the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Saliva - Rest In Pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, my depth perception must be off again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coz' this hurts deeper than I thought it did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It has not healed with time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It just shot down my spine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You look so beautiful tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remind me how you laid us down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And gently smiled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before you destroyed my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you find it in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To make this go away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And let me rest in pieces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Let me rest in pieces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you find it in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To make this go away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And let me rest in pieces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Let me rest in pieces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Look at me, my depth perception must be off again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You got much closer than I thought you did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm in your reach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You held me in your hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But could you find it in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To make this go away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And let me rest in pieces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Let me rest in pieces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you find it in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To make this go away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And let me rest in pieces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Let me rest in pieces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Could you find, could you find in your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Could you find, could you let me rest in pieces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Could you find, could you find in your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Could you find, could you let me rest in pieces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Faith Hill - Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I had just one tear&lt;br /&gt;Running down your cheek&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could cope&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one moment at your expense&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all my misery&lt;br /&gt;Would be well spent...yeaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you cry a little&lt;br /&gt;Lie just a little&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that your feeling a little more pain&lt;br /&gt;I gave, now I'm wanting&lt;br /&gt;Something in return&lt;br /&gt;So cry just a little for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your love could be caged, honey, I would hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And conceal it underneath the pile of lies you handed me&lt;br /&gt;And you'd hunt and those lies&lt;br /&gt;They'd be all you'd ever find&lt;br /&gt;And that'd be all you'd have to know&lt;br /&gt;For me to be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'd cry a little&lt;br /&gt;Die just a little&lt;br /&gt;And baby I would feel just a little less pain&lt;br /&gt;I gave, now I'm wanting&lt;br /&gt;Something in return&lt;br /&gt;So cry just a little for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up baby&lt;br /&gt;I hear your goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's gonna save me&lt;br /&gt;I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of heartache&lt;br /&gt;Darlin give it a try&lt;br /&gt;I don't want pity&lt;br /&gt;I just want what is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Could you cry a little&lt;br /&gt;Lie just a little&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain&lt;br /&gt;I gave, now I'm wanting&lt;br /&gt;Something in return&lt;br /&gt;So cry just a little for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry just a little for me&lt;br /&gt;Could you cry just a little for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;...because i can't cry anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;p/s: i'm perfectly fine, this is an emo post. ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-3780091547543069319?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/3780091547543069319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=3780091547543069319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/3780091547543069319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/3780091547543069319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-rest.html' title='Let Me Rest...'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-7906858652376603630</id><published>2008-10-13T01:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:05:05.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>PMS - Plausible Man Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;just *very* recently i've been feeling the tad bit emo here and there but today however it kinda escalated to the point where i'm honestly... freaking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. like OMG i'm so fucking pissed i shouldn't be allowed near a kitchen knife right now. god knows. damn hormones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess there are some things going on here and there in my life that really honestly is just ticking me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they all revolve around the men in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these men give reason (for me anyway) to derive the notion that there really is no such thing as a real MAN. what is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Plausible Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;he promises.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then he never sees things through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;he says he loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that's ALL he says. (lolwtf. this one really pisses me for some reason)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;he tells you how he never wants you to cry and never will make you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but oops, he also made promises he never keeps (for long).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;he says he understands you and accepts you for who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it turns out, he can't even understand the implications of what he said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;he tells you how he'll change (or that he has).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you're still wondering where the change is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;he (says) it hurts when you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh pooh, he never offered words of comfort when you did, he was too busy comforting himself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first man in your life is always your father. of course when the first role model in your life kinda messes things up, your perception of men kinda gets messed up too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the second man in your life is the first man you're in a relationship with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that's it really. there's just nothing to say about THAT relationship)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the next one you'd remember most is the one you fall in love with. like in the seriously fall in love, mess with your freaking mind, i-can-live-off-3-hours'-sleep-when-i'm-with-you sort of way. and honestly? this is the one that really makes it or breaks it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so what happens if he does finally break it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. just give up on men. there really aren't any real MEN out there afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;they're too busy PMS-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bastards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, i'm riled up about something. genius aren't you?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-7906858652376603630?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/7906858652376603630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=7906858652376603630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7906858652376603630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7906858652376603630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/10/pms-plausible-man-syndrome.html' title='PMS - Plausible Man Syndrome'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5840639611645188263</id><published>2008-09-09T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:05:20.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>Dosvidanya to my past... Welcome my future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i was young, during primary school days there was this 20th Century Fox cartoon movie called &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Anastasia&lt;/span&gt; which me and my sister loved to watch, we still love it till today. Earlier they were showing it on StarMovies and i just completely dropped everything i was doing to run to the tv to hog it (mwahaha~). i wonder who else would do that? lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so today's post is to pay tribute to one of my most fave cartoons. nowadays you cant find such lovely cartoons with princesses and fairytales like they used to make in the past. and which kid didn't love cartoons? especially when there were songs to sing to! i can remember singing to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The Aristocats&lt;/span&gt; and my favourite movie with the best songs: Anastasia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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://anination.free.fr/images/affiches/anastasia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anastasia was produced by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don Bluth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; whom i later actually found out produced some of my other favourite childhood movies such as &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;An American Tail&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The Land Before Time&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;All Dogs Go to Heaven&lt;/span&gt;. i used to absolutely LOVE these cartoons and i couldn't last a day without watching one of them (i was a hardcore cartoon addict lol). i can still remember certain scenes in the cartoons such as when Little Foot found his grandparents again in the Hidden Valley, when Fievel sang that song to the sky and when one of the kittens in Aristocats fell in the river. they fed my dreamy little mind with ideas and illusions of fantasy and magic.. thus my overactive imagination now when i'm all grown up lol~ so thank you Don Bluth for all the wonderful years when i was young! i guess that's also part of the reason why i did well when it came to english descriptive essays and why i love all things magical, fluffy and imaginative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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://www.fm360.com/ent/475_1185359209850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pillarstoneproductions.com/img/resume/the_land_before_time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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://curtiswlindsey.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/an-american-tail1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;watching Anastasia really brought me to reminiscing about my childhood days. and when i say my childhood i meant the days before i turned 11-12 where i was banned from the tv (=_=). anyways it got me thinking about how i got to where i am today, and all the things i had to go through to be here right now. and it made me realise that without me consciously thinking, i had already said my goodbyes to certain chapters of my life and opened up new ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it feels kind of sad because you know that everyone has to grow up sooner or later, but i'm still not ready to give up certain things, like my cartoons =D. a few years ago my dad threw away my favourite pillow. don't get me wrong, its not one of those disgusting &lt;em&gt;"smelly pillows"&lt;/em&gt; some of you guys may keep, this one is FLUFFY and was the only thing i could rest my head on with ease..... until the day came when i saw it in that big...ugly...black...garbage bag outside with the trash *cry* took me weeks to sleep properly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i guess everyone has to learn to embrace change, and embrace the future. that's the art of growing up, and i know of many who are still in denial of that. heck we can even find that in Malaysian politics today! tsk... such backwash, i always say. ANYWAYS, so i guess my point is that when you don't learn to close certain chapters in your life, you won't be able to make way for all the wonderful new journeys in the future, and you'll always stay in the lonely past. Anastasia is still a lovely memory, but if you don't let go of the cartoons, you'll never be able to start looking for the real fairytale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-5840639611645188263?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5840639611645188263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5840639611645188263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5840639611645188263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5840639611645188263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/09/dosvidanya-to-my-past-welcome-my-future.html' title='Dosvidanya to my past... Welcome my future!'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-3292584269332674103</id><published>2008-09-08T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:06:05.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driven by Boredom'/><title type='text'>3.45am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toopid Jarhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuNonfqK1oA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuNonfqK1oA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anastacia - Sick &amp;amp; Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-3292584269332674103?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/3292584269332674103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=3292584269332674103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/3292584269332674103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/3292584269332674103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/09/345am.html' title='3.45am'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-462016261547834297</id><published>2008-09-07T04:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:06:05.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driven by Boredom'/><title type='text'>4.30am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh. crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here i am, at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;4.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning. WIDE. AWAKE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EFF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how did it get to this??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last week i had problems falling asleep but at least i slept sooner or later.... i mean, 5 hours of sleep still constitutes as sleep... right... how am i even gonna clock in 5 hours now! argh! if anyone has a solution to insomnia (like seriously, its no joke this time... i seriously need to get my 8 hours! wth.) please let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mmm.... about what went on during my birthday, i'll have to write up another post for it specially as there are quite a number of pictures to compile *lol* and i want to thank everyone who spent all the 3 days with me. plus i'll need to be fully awake to blog it properly, get those creative juices flowing! v(^_^)v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so what am i doing now at 4.30am??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bugging &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Levi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to download &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ali Lohan's new song - all the way around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. oh i am hooked on it~! it's so catchy and her voice sounds pretty nice... not squeaky or shrill like some other singers. and she's only 14~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;download it for me Levi! or i'll tell on you! *lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mkaythanksverymuch~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMgJ3zOX2UM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMgJ3zOX2UM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ali Lohan's new song - ignore the ugly picture that keeps popping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**edit: o.m.g............... it's now 5.05am and i can actually hear the people in the mosques nearby.... SINGING!! AHHHH!***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-462016261547834297?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/462016261547834297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=462016261547834297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/462016261547834297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/462016261547834297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/09/430am.html' title='4.30am'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-6798411026946590562</id><published>2008-09-02T00:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:05:42.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driven by Boredom'/><title type='text'>googly survey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mwahahaha~ i stole this from my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Answer the questions below, do a Google Image search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of explanation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Tag 5 other people to do the same once you’ve finished answering every question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Age you'll be on your next birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1146/804548794_1f1bb91dd3.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. A place you’d like to travel to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241089007723254178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SLwWrx2MkaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kRvHhrT2VAg/s320/42-18574686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The lush lavender fields of France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Your favourite place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241091706333422690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SLwZI28_5GI/AAAAAAAAAZA/FikEdlYtk9o/s320/FE-194-0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241091704678128386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SLwZIwyWGwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7nHyIgEQaWI/s320/FE-202-0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;where i had the best times of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Your favourite food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241094257702655170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SLwbdXi01MI/AAAAAAAAAZY/o7-CW5kPE2M/s320/01065000297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;japanese delights~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241094256188958194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SLwbdR57pfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/n9mr7UQ63Uc/s320/42-16250703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;soft creamy goodness - green tea ice cream is best ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Your favourite pet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241094942341049106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SLwcFOBVqxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/gZNPG0Dj5GM/s320/YA003691.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the fluffiest furballs ever ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Your favourite colour combination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241099495935062770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SLwgORewMvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ljTloP9QbWU/s320/42-17818950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/coastal-style/jute-image.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;natural colours are best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Your favourite piece of clothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.therosedress.com/dresses/eu/eu-dresses-gowns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ourweddingplus.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/bridesmaid-dresses.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have a weakness for pretty things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.germes-online.com/direct/dbimage/50182612/Skirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i love my short skirts ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Your all-time favourite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kkbox.com.tw/funky/album/64057.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ben Jelen - Come On&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your favourite TV show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="220" alt="" src="http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/images/jiguo/2007/10/15/greys_anatomy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy - no doubt there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. First name of your significant other/crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blogs.chron.com/fanblogastros/archives/FREE%20LUKE!.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;omg hilarous! totally describes how i feel right now ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. The town in which you live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.propertyworld.com/assets/kuala_lumpur.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it ain't no town, it's a city~! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Your screen name/nickname&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3135/2387297269_24c93cefe9.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;littleplate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. Your first job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://photos-629.friendster.com/e1/photos/92/68/20728629/14709343342087m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Julliad Music School of Performing Arts - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;the first "long term" job was here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. Your dream job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://nymag.com/bestofny/services/2006/veterinarian_560.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;yea... dr doolittle~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A bad habit you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241113495405724754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SLws9JkqBFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GjwSU6wfajQ/s320/tomorrowsvow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your worst fear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://zeroasterisk.com/photos/d/11315-2/balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;freaking balloons. roaches and lizards tie too but i'm too afraid to even google their pictures &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The one thing you’d like to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hellowhatdoyouwant.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/i-want-to-travel-the-world.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;travel the world, just like Phileas Fog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;* ♥ * ♥ * ♥ * ♥ *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i tag...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lee Kuan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gyin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hio Hwi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;* ♥ * ♥ * ♥ * ♥ * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-6798411026946590562?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/6798411026946590562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=6798411026946590562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/6798411026946590562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/6798411026946590562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/09/googly-survey.html' title='googly survey!'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SLwWrx2MkaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kRvHhrT2VAg/s72-c/42-18574686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-6334218236577393245</id><published>2008-08-30T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:07:40.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was watching Oprah when she showed this short clip about a musical called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which i think is BRILLIANT... i'm on the hunt for the dvd right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways of all the clips which she showed on the show, this one in particular was the most moving and befitted my current emotions.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you are feeling stressed about something, if you're having problems solving an issue, if you're knee deep in depression or having difficulties getting over something... this is the thing to be watching... i'm feeling particularly frustrated among other things at the moment.. but this one clip brings the perspective back, even if just a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, i've found the clip of the musical with the song in it, by the Beatles and i'm posting it up for you guys to watch. listen to the message, look carefully at the emotions. enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQNpEET9WqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQNpEET9WqQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Across the Universe - Let It Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-6334218236577393245?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/6334218236577393245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=6334218236577393245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/6334218236577393245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/6334218236577393245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-it-be.html' title='Let It Be...'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-7913069295002483737</id><published>2008-08-28T18:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:05:42.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driven by Boredom'/><title type='text'>I.Got.Tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i didn't know it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry sorry~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways here it goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you look at where you are in your life, are you "behind"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ahead? Right where you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm... everything is going according to schedule... a square meal a day, hair not falling or turning white yet. owh but the weighing scale is still showing ugly signs at me... tsk.. my platonic relationship with my scale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is one superstition that you always abide by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;superstition?? i'm not sure if i believe in such things.. in fact i absolutely CONDEMN people who have idiotic superstitions... get over yourself... the world has other things to do than to destroy your life if you don't abide by such things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i do believe in KARMA if anything. what goes around, comes around eventually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you were a celebrity, what type of products would you endorse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better alternatives to fossil fuels, anything which would help ease the burden on mother earth, definitely anything which saves animals... and another thing: i'd prolly endorse condoms or whatever contraceptive which would prevent the overpopulation of earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What are five things you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Honestly i'm hating the Pacific Ocean, MCTs, Malaysia, and the distance between me and my Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Fakers - come on, people CAN see through you alright..&lt;br /&gt;3) Arrogant bastards (or the feminine of it) - get OVER yourself. eff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Malaysian drivers - such lack of courtesy...&lt;br /&gt;5) UNEDUCATED people - and by this i mean those who actually HAVE been educated and gone through the proper conducts of education deemed proper by society, but whose education ELUDED them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What little things make you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little bits of fluff from the love of my life ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When someone looks at me in earnest and says "Thank You" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singing to Bryan Adams in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any little thoughts about the love of my life ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sight of my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything yummily strawberry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is the greatest life lesson you've learned so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Karma is a real bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Being nice is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Being bad sometimes is NECESSARY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Being evil is a positive advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Being forward is, though not a 'feminine' or 'good' trait in a asian female, the most true gift you can give yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* True friendships are nurtured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Love is the most overused, abused and underrated word in history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is something you feel you can do better than anyone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving Luke ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i have no qualms about that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What are the three quirky habits you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would i know?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask my boyfriend that. Or my bestie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What was your worst-ever "fashion crime"? Are you willing to share a photo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wearing this absurd flowery jacket... erm... and i used to wear TIGHTS alot... imagine red tights on thunder-thighs (=_=). No pictures were EVER taken so don't even bother looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you placed an ad in the personals, what would it read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there would never even be an 'if' because i would never sink low enough to pay for an advert to search for the love of my life instead of searching for him on my own. plus if he's desperate enough to respond to these ads, he definitely would not be the love of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What's something about yourself that you hope will never change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My ability to love the love of my life to the highest heavens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Everything else about me is total imperfection so let's hope THAT changes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you had to limit your internet usage to only three websites,what three websites would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook, MSN Messenger (or the e-messenger thing?) and Skype.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How do you feel about the world's obsessions with weight, diet and beauty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in MODERATION. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am and forever will be disgusted at those who take things overboard....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...overuse of makeup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...gluttony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...freaks who are absolutely CONVINCED they need to weigh 115 pounds/45 kgs (seriously...what the...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is the best way to deal with insomnia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without my love around -&gt; Bridget Jones popped in the dvd player, fluff music and a box of tissues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my love -&gt; the insomnia would be self-inflicted to spend more time with him ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...♥.♥.♥.♥.♥.♥.♥...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gyin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hio Hwi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-7913069295002483737?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/7913069295002483737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=7913069295002483737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7913069295002483737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7913069295002483737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/08/igottagged.html' title='I.Got.Tagged.'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-7711445029569545279</id><published>2008-08-26T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:07:08.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>Nyarh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm feeling the blah's already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talking to someone you've been thinking about for an entire week for only a few hours can do that to you. not to mention when every minute seems to pass by ever so DARN SLOWLY..... *sighhhhh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i've been busy for the past week too. been going places, meeting people and the dance classes are finally starting to feel more difficult (yeaaaaa... burrrnnn fatts.... burrrrnnnn!). also, during the weekend mel, jacq and i went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;harryoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; workshop. obviously, it was a yoga workshop. and me thinking that i'm so brilliant and clever - went without warming up or any prior yoga classes since i left for my vacay. now my left butt and right hip can NOT move. i swear, i have muscle cramps where i didnt even know was possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(have you ever experienced the most painful sensation in your hip when you try to switch between the accelerator pedal and the brake pedals when you drive? no, i bet most of you if not all have not -_-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank goodness i have those silly little pfizer sticker dots that my mum gave me. now i have tiny muscle relaxant stickers all over my neck, back, butt and hips. i feel utterly ridiculous walking around like a waddling duck lol. and i used to tease my darling when he had the same cramps after his drills by telling him he looked so cute.. just like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Donald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (duck)... well love, i guess we all know who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daisy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is now then (=_=). i'm not going to tease anyone with cramps anymore.... i swear... karma is evidently at work here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the other day i went shopping on my own and bought this nice thing called an eyebrow pencil lee kuan has been bugging me to get. and guess what? Shu Uemura had this makeover event where everyone who got stuff from them was entitled to a free makeover! whee.... my very first one too =p. so since the lady was so nice to me and seemed pretty eager to give me a free makeover even though i said it's fine if i didn't get the makeover &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it was already 9pm, who was i gonna show it to??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, i let her do whatever she wanted with my face. sadly the hairdresser, even though i told her i didn't wanna do anything to my hair &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i'm going to sleep soon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; took the curling tongs and *poof* my head was curly once again -_-. and the photographer who i'm guessing was tired or something, took pretty crappy photos of me and somehow made me look like i was cock-eyed! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(he refused to let me wear my glasses... he actually said "No" when i asked for them! =O).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i swear, no one should have to work more than 10 hours a day... cuz what you'll get are customers who would have weirded out eyes =_=. but the makeup artist, even though she didn't speak english fluently was really nice to me! and uber friendly! plus she did a great job making me look girlier than usual lol. also, i learnt a few makeup tips from her after she learnt (in shock too) that i still didn't actually know how to use makeup other than lip gloss and a black eyeliner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238496288491069426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SLLgnqC2X_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lB8_FD-uVyo/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the finished look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*taken at home of course by myself after i got my glasses back*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss him. 14 days to go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-7711445029569545279?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/7711445029569545279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=7711445029569545279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7711445029569545279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7711445029569545279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/08/nyarh.html' title='Nyarh....'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SLLgnqC2X_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lB8_FD-uVyo/s72-c/DSC00270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5155162119942775836</id><published>2008-08-20T18:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:07:08.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>Boo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was supposed to blog during the weekend but surprise surprise! someone had liberty during weekends! i was omfg so happy because i actually thought that i wouldn't be able to talk to him until AFTER he came home from MCTs. so saturday and sunday was spent talking to my beloved loverboy &lt;3.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've actually gotten pretty lazy now that i'm back. bored and lazy. i'm even too lazy to get food nowadays can you believe it? once a day i'll remember that i'm supposed to stuff something down my throat or else i'll starve lol. and now that i'm a computer and laptop short, i don't even have anything to do at home! going out always means spending money, and i pretty much blew my spending rights after how much i've been spending since my long vacay. but i'm not going to work right now. no sirree.... i have worked long and hard for the past 3 years and i'm loving my lazy moments now because i know its not going to last that long before i have to fire my engines up again &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i have probably mentioned some time ago or in my last post, i mentioned that i would be emcee-ing my cousin's 16th birthday. pah. these kids nowadays... can't they have simple birthdays?? (-_-) anyways the party was a blast~ and everyone had a ton of fun. it was really funny to see some of these kids who dressed up in costumes and everything. we had click 5, some emo kid, a nurse, magicians and heaven forbid.. we had a cosplayer! i couldn't have the costume that i wanted (i wanted to be a femlae pirate... imagine &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;jill sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!). so instead i just glammed up my yukata and funked my hair up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay parties~! me likey~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alritey i've actually gotta go. dinner date with the girls and the boggart is going to come over for a late nite baking session~ whee~ gotta love the lazy days~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236544207945623234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SKvxNnU6ZsI/AAAAAAAAAXs/M7WnWabavX0/s320/DSCN6583.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;missing you tons love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-5155162119942775836?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5155162119942775836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5155162119942775836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5155162119942775836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5155162119942775836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/08/boo.html' title='Boo~'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SKvxNnU6ZsI/AAAAAAAAAXs/M7WnWabavX0/s72-c/DSCN6583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-9060760214520493787</id><published>2008-08-15T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:08:01.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>Rachael Ray &amp; Bye Bye Evil Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just recently i've been looking back on my older blog posts in the past year and i realised that ooh, i was kinda mean and sarcastic in the past. now i kind of understand why lee kuan was saying that im nicer now lol. i don't think i was ever hateful, just rather sarcastic and mistrustful of others. you can never trust someone you don't know inside out don't you know? well... recently i've also learnt that even though you may think you know one another inside out, you can never know what the other person might really do in times of desperation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yesterday guess what i bought?? &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rachael Ray's 365 recipes for a year - without repeats&lt;/span&gt;! i LOVE rachael ray~ when i was in new york i would pass by barnes and noble and these other bookshops and i'd see her cookbooks in the display windows... and i couldnt buy them home because books are HEAVY. i'm so excited now~! shall go buy groceries sometime soon to experiment in the kitchen... mwahahaha~ love, don't you wish you were here now? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another thing i realised was that a year ago, i had &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;viral keratitis&lt;/span&gt; which rendered me inable to see fonts less than size 18. today, my viral keratitis is still not completely gone. why? because i'm a lazy bum and i didn't see my neuro-opthalmologist (izzat how itz spelt??) since a month before i left for my vacation... which makes it.... 3 1/2 months now? &gt;_&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;also, i think my poor boyfriend's cellphone has been taken away when he went to camp. they do that sometimes, take away all their personal posessions and put them in this box where they'll remain until the training camp is over... which means... it might be a whole month before i hear from him at all~! omg... and here i am already suffering when its only been a few days! *sob* my poor love, i wonder how well he's doing? lol he hates going for hikes and i can't imagine hiking more than 30 kilometres at one sitting O_o. and they hike really FAST too. i don't think i can keep up with baby's pace and he's considered a little slow because he doesn't hike or run everyday like he's supposed to =_= yea... i'll never survive in the marines. it's alright tho. one person in the relationship serving is more than enough =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-9060760214520493787?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/9060760214520493787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=9060760214520493787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/9060760214520493787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/9060760214520493787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/08/racheal-ray-bye-bye-evil-me.html' title='Rachael Ray &amp; Bye Bye Evil Me?'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-573654919864203312</id><published>2008-08-13T01:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:06:55.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driven by Boredom'/><title type='text'>Revival: Well.. I Got Bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SKHM0n8YAgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ApoPXls2W50/s1600-h/DSCN5707.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know....! it's been a long while lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i've finally decided that since i've got so much free time on my hands now that i'd start blogging again, or at least try to &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, many things have happened over the past few months. for one, my two month vacation is over and i'm glad to be back. those who also know me would know that a few other things in my life are somewhat different as well. i'll be starting up another research publication and hopefully things go well enough &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my latest addiction these days seems to be romance movies full of sap and bryan adams' voice. also, dance classes have resumed! which is a cause for me to be rejoicing because i felt totally deprived when i was on a TWO MONTH break from &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; form of physical excercise lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll also have a lot more time on my hands in the coming month because my loverboy just left for the Marine Combat Training (MCT) camp in North Carolina this morning... *sob* thus the addiction to romance movies and love songs explained &gt;_&lt;. we celebrated our anniversary as the rest of the world was rejoicing the start of the Beijing Olympics which i thought to be interesting lol. how auspicious that turned out to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was also more recently brought to the attention that i'm the new target of disapproval in a few people's minds lol. how interesting. well, honestly i don't give a rat's ass about what other people who i'm not closed to think. afterall, i'm no ass sucker who'd try to please everyone. you can't please everyone you know? i'm happy with how open i am and that's the way i was brought up, to be open minded. heck with the way some things in my life are like my family, you gotta be open minded in order to survive lol. and besides, when i criticise people posting specific pictures, it's because they post it up in a place where the world is FORCED to see them. my pictures are there because i need a place to store it and look back for it later since it's easily accessible for ME. honestly, i shouldn't need to explain myself. i've already lost more than half my vacation photos =\ but thank god i backed it up on my account *phew*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i also realised another thing: this year seems to be a good year for break ups as well... a fairly eerie number of good friends with fairly long relationships have been breaking up and joining the single population again. therefore i laud those who are still keeping their relationships full of love and commitment. owh yea and also to those in long distance relationships, hats off to us! singletons, well.... let's hope you get lucky lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my cousin's 16th birthday will be this weekend and i'm the featured emcee =O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder how the audience is going to survive lol~ the theme of the party is Halloween which would involve everyone dressing up scarily (princesses, fairies and angels... tsk tsk... where's your sense of FUN! jeez.) i won't reveal my costume just yet but hopefully if things go well i'll scare the heck out of my grandmother at least =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that'll be fun.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss my baby already. a whole month with minimal contact doesn't seem to agree too well with me especially since i'm such a needy, high-maintenance (least emotionally i am) girlfriend =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry love, i wish i could help you hike those 30km hikes but i'd just die and collapse after maybe 5km &gt;_&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wub chu dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233689907759673394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SKHNPeiP8DI/AAAAAAAAAXk/dYCx_1l5Lpw/s320/DSCN5707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-573654919864203312?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/573654919864203312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=573654919864203312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/573654919864203312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/573654919864203312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/08/revival-well-i-got-bored.html' title='Revival: Well.. I Got Bored.'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/SKHNPeiP8DI/AAAAAAAAAXk/dYCx_1l5Lpw/s72-c/DSCN5707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-7484055434699040127</id><published>2008-03-19T20:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:07:34.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>Graduation Night 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a night i'd remember for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food wasn't great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people weren't numerous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But we had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Our night&lt;/span&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/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R-EOpdu61II/AAAAAAAAAXE/OzoqXr1uDE0/s1600-h/Five+-+watermarked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R-EOpdu61II/AAAAAAAAAXE/OzoqXr1uDE0/s320/Five+-+watermarked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179437151971628162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We danced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R-EOo9u61HI/AAAAAAAAAW8/i8fC4VhH0oI/s1600-h/2315341347_fc88408ce5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R-EOo9u61HI/AAAAAAAAAW8/i8fC4VhH0oI/s320/2315341347_fc88408ce5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179437143381693554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my speech was well received.... tho *ahem* some of the people who were meant to hear it were busy changing after we danced on stage (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I wish we could have partied till dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R-EOp9u61KI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3ehw6-E_hSA/s1600-h/DSCN4694+watermarked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R-EOp9u61KI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3ehw6-E_hSA/s320/DSCN4694+watermarked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179437160561562786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll miss every moment we shared during these years&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/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R-EOptu61JI/AAAAAAAAAXM/rwJnYaXt65k/s1600-h/psych+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R-EOptu61JI/AAAAAAAAAXM/rwJnYaXt65k/s320/psych+group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179437156266595474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;tata.&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/36245498-7484055434699040127?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/7484055434699040127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=7484055434699040127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7484055434699040127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7484055434699040127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/03/graduation-night-2008.html' title='Graduation Night 2008'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R-EOpdu61II/AAAAAAAAAXE/OzoqXr1uDE0/s72-c/Five+-+watermarked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-3710904919146980582</id><published>2008-03-18T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:06:55.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driven by Boredom'/><title type='text'>Ooh I Got Tagged~</title><content type='html'>Person who tagged you : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mel Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 impressions of him/her : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Boobilicious, Sexy, Reliable, My BFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable thing she has done for you : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Lent me a shoulder to cry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable words she said to you : &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's gotta be the 'Yo' on MSN. (-_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your lover : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;mmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your enemy, the reason will be : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't see how that could happen lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out the Top5 presents you wish for :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 1. A new Cellphone. Dire need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 2. A walk-in closet for ALL my clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 3. Free shopping for life - no sponsors yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 4. Free Air tickets for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 5. A sponsor for my Master's Degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the quiz to 10 ppl that u wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. Loh Lee Kuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 2. Boggart Foo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 3. Sandra Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 4. Emily Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 5. Mae Gyin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 6. Christine Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 7. Soo Imm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 8. Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 9. Char Sak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;10. Lucas Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.7 having a relationship with? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's available!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.9 having a relationship with? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no.9 and no.1 are 2gether, will it be a good thing?&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What about no.1 and no.5?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; NOPE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no.3 studying? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pfft. It's better not to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time u chatted with no.6? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before she left for Tawau... Can't remember dates that well.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.4 work? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.8 have any cousin(s) in his/her school?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Urh... i... don't know..... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will u woo no.8? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We  woo each other everyday we see one another~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no.5? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But she won't layan me =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.2 have any siblings? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yep~! One sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did u get to know about no.3? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadly we share the same parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.4? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SMKBU~!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does no.1 live at?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; 10 minutes away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did u get to know no.2? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CIMP~! I *heart* CIMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.5 the sexiest person in the world? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I quote "All my girlfriends are sexy" (Melisa Ng, 2008) &lt;- results of ingrained APA formatting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-3710904919146980582?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/3710904919146980582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=3710904919146980582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/3710904919146980582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/3710904919146980582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/03/ooh-i-got-tagged.html' title='Ooh I Got Tagged~'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-1505605334246935576</id><published>2008-03-18T23:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:07:34.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e6tu61FI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S4b-fUYSQ4g/s1600-h/DSCN4623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e6tu61FI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S4b-fUYSQ4g/s320/DSCN4623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179103196789527634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Valentine's Day came a week late for me. Thank you Pos Malaysia. You guys are absolutely the most efficient workers in the Third World region. Yippie... *do note the sarcasm dripping from my mouth*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it was late because lo and behold, someone forgot about it which explained my bad mood on that day (F%#%$^&amp;amp;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it still came and all is well... sigh i actually missed the red roses despite my constant despair over where to put them in the house because i'm running out of vases....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentine's Day 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e7tu61GI/AAAAAAAAAW0/kkfYAOFOo1Y/s1600-h/DSCN4625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e7tu61GI/AAAAAAAAAW0/kkfYAOFOo1Y/s320/DSCN4625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179103213969396834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Blue roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e6tu61FI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S4b-fUYSQ4g/s1600-h/DSCN4623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e6tu61FI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S4b-fUYSQ4g/s320/DSCN4623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179103196789527634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this year was blue for me. befitting my mood i suppose. It had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lavenders&lt;/span&gt;, which are one of my favourite *happie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_dxtu609I/AAAAAAAAAVs/AVuu_DwfzoU/s1600-h/DSCN4603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_dxtu609I/AAAAAAAAAVs/AVuu_DwfzoU/s320/DSCN4603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179101942659077074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i felt that guilt played a part in the somewhat more extravagant gift-box this year (-_-)&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/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_dx9u60-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/gN5E0w4Pl8o/s1600-h/DSCN4608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_dx9u60-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/gN5E0w4Pl8o/s320/DSCN4608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179101946954044386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i opened the box, who was i to expect? A cute fluffy dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_dyNu60_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ThPp5Fp82Ws/s1600-h/DSCN4609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_dyNu60_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ThPp5Fp82Ws/s320/DSCN4609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179101951249011698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! He's saying 'Hi!' Aargh! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e4du61CI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kS6rkTCT05E/s1600-h/DSCN4616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e4du61CI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kS6rkTCT05E/s320/DSCN4616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179103158134821922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a trademark of his... a Pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e5tu61EI/AAAAAAAAAWk/cyKbLDHpjvs/s1600-h/DSCN4619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e5tu61EI/AAAAAAAAAWk/cyKbLDHpjvs/s320/DSCN4619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179103179609658434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e5Nu61DI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CWaNpo37BuE/s1600-h/DSCN4617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e5Nu61DI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CWaNpo37BuE/s320/DSCN4617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179103171019723826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Pig... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_dytu61BI/AAAAAAAAAWM/n1o2k6FEBfw/s1600-h/DSCN4611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_dytu61BI/AAAAAAAAAWM/n1o2k6FEBfw/s320/DSCN4611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179101959838946322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pink*&lt;/span&gt; pillow... he's trying to tell me something... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_dydu61AI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0FCU0nk-Yzc/s1600-h/DSCN4610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_dydu61AI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0FCU0nk-Yzc/s320/DSCN4610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179101955543979010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs galore. *The Pink Pig keychain...-_-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it did make my day much better (curse my materialism!) but i really thought he forgot...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well~ Better late than never i suppose. i do so wish it wasn't so excessively... pink. Gave me shivers when i took the group of them altogether. Brr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.... another year, another Valentine's spent alone. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-1505605334246935576?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/1505605334246935576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=1505605334246935576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1505605334246935576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1505605334246935576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/03/valentines-day-2008.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day 2008'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_e6tu61FI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S4b-fUYSQ4g/s72-c/DSCN4623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5886927841682843044</id><published>2008-03-18T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:08:52.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>Okuchi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i think it was a few weeks? Maybe a week? sorry my memory bank somehow got reformatted - everything's gone after graduation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I took my bro and myself to celebrate my personal gain of freedom (yay! no more exams!) to this gem of a Japanese restaurant called Okuchi in Sunway Damansara. The reason why i like this place is because their chefs are Japanese hence the authentic jap food. I really hate commercialised japanese restaurants and i have pretty high expectations when eating jap food having tasted the real deal for a period of time before. I know my food! haahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see... that's why i'll never look like Alessandra Ambrosio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_Tn9u605I/AAAAAAAAAVM/_fzhii_VJ2s/s1600-h/alessandra-ambrosio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_Tn9u605I/AAAAAAAAAVM/_fzhii_VJ2s/s320/alessandra-ambrosio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179090780039074706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ouch! Hottie. Damn you. To think you once worked in a petrol station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I didn't really get caught up taking pictures (we were hungry and we ordered Sukiyaki... which was a mistake because there were only the 2 of us =_=) but i did manage to take a couple of shots for the food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Okuchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_Vpdu606I/AAAAAAAAAVU/QdUDI-zncV4/s1600-h/DSCN4671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_Vpdu606I/AAAAAAAAAVU/QdUDI-zncV4/s320/DSCN4671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179093004832134050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute Fugu chopstick holders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_Vp9u607I/AAAAAAAAAVc/JICa8YUYeaE/s1600-h/DSCN4673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_Vp9u607I/AAAAAAAAAVc/JICa8YUYeaE/s320/DSCN4673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179093013422068658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salmon Sashimi (RM25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going there, a MUST is their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Salmon sashimi&lt;/span&gt;. I love salmon as do many jap enthusiasts, but i don't eat it everywhere i go. This place has the best salmon sashimi. No competition. The salmon literally melts in your mouth and when you wiggly your tongue about, the salmon is so soft and juicy and delicate that it separates in your mouth. Ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_VqNu608I/AAAAAAAAAVk/M1BbqIYQpq8/s1600-h/DSCN4675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_VqNu608I/AAAAAAAAAVk/M1BbqIYQpq8/s320/DSCN4675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179093017717035970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Beef Sukiyaki&lt;/span&gt; (RM60+)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had Kobe beef too, but obviously that was too much for my budget lol. It may look daunting, but it really is all just veggies and a bit of tofu. The first thing that came to my mind when they placed it on the hot plate was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...... that's HUGE!"&lt;/span&gt; but not wanting to scare the bro i shut my mouth lol. The raw meat (not pictured, sorry. hungry.) was placed in an aesthetically pleasing ribbon on a pretty plate and not merely thrown prettily on the plate as many other jap restaurants tend to rather LAZILY do. And if you can see in the picture, they also try to make the more yucky tasting veggies better by wrapping them around some julienned carrot sticks. yumm... The sauce is also refillable as they provide these really cute authentic teapots (again not pictured. hungry.) where one is the stock and the other is the sweet sauce so you can add them in in varying amounts depending on your tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to go there i suggest you do not wear restricting clothing. (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the most i could do was wobble my ass about the comfy booth seat for about half an hour to wait until the food digested. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v(^_^)v&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/36245498-5886927841682843044?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5886927841682843044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5886927841682843044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5886927841682843044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5886927841682843044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/03/okuchi.html' title='Okuchi'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_Tn9u605I/AAAAAAAAAVM/_fzhii_VJ2s/s72-c/alessandra-ambrosio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5811382401590254607</id><published>2008-03-10T19:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:08:52.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>Kenko's Fish Spa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alright alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my apologies to boggart, leekuan + juannieboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i was supposed to blog but i was just..... Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll make it up with a longer post today k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before my sister left for aussie, i decided to do the nice sisterly thing and take her out for some fun &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yes, aren't i the best sister? rofl~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinking of what we could do and where.. someplace with nice a lovely ambiance with something extraordinary for our memories for the days to come. and then i stumbled on this kinky new spa called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kenko&lt;/span&gt; - why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had a fish spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. fish open their hungry mouths to feed on the dead skin cells stuck on your fishgusting legs. doesnt that sound intriguingly interesting?! woot! so happened when the sis and i were enthuuuuusiastically talking about it did my 12 year old kid bro spy on us... and begged to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-_-;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we did bring him along. afterall kids aged 12 and below get a 50% discount so what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kenko's Fish Spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_QWtu600I/AAAAAAAAAUk/IgLw3AFyYZ4/s1600-h/DSCN4457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_QWtu600I/AAAAAAAAAUk/IgLw3AFyYZ4/s320/DSCN4457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179087185151447874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenko's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_NQtu60rI/AAAAAAAAATc/rxFZD5wjMhk/s1600-h/DSCN4425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_NQtu60rI/AAAAAAAAATc/rxFZD5wjMhk/s320/DSCN4425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179083783537349298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the FISHIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_NP9u60qI/AAAAAAAAATU/cQ6NJ-xUihw/s1600-h/DSCN4424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_NP9u60qI/AAAAAAAAATU/cQ6NJ-xUihw/s320/DSCN4424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179083770652447394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Benefits of getting fish to eat your legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_NRNu60sI/AAAAAAAAATk/WhR531Qkcxg/s1600-h/DSCN4430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_NRNu60sI/AAAAAAAAATk/WhR531Qkcxg/s320/DSCN4430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179083792127283906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random people sitting around - looks nice isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_NRtu60uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6Zd9s6KT4bQ/s1600-h/DSCN4428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_NRtu60uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6Zd9s6KT4bQ/s320/DSCN4428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179083800717218530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where you wash your legs: they even provide a scrubbing brush to give you a head start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_NRdu60tI/AAAAAAAAATs/FQ-09Za4G8Y/s1600-h/DSCN4432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_NRdu60tI/AAAAAAAAATs/FQ-09Za4G8Y/s320/DSCN4432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179083796422251218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After you wash your legs, you put on these ugly rubber slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_O9tu60vI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2VAW_B02EKg/s1600-h/DSCN4434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_O9tu60vI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2VAW_B02EKg/s320/DSCN4434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179085656143090418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bro washing his scalies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_O-Nu60wI/AAAAAAAAAUE/1mGkoCeUI5E/s1600-h/DSCN4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_O-Nu60wI/AAAAAAAAAUE/1mGkoCeUI5E/s320/DSCN4436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179085664733025026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SEE! They come right at you the moment they see your chunk of meat hovering above the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_O-du60xI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AZNZNWoa24E/s1600-h/DSCN4437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_O-du60xI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AZNZNWoa24E/s320/DSCN4437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179085669027992338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiny Jaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_O-9u60zI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ANJy8afERZk/s1600-h/DSCN4449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_O-9u60zI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ANJy8afERZk/s320/DSCN4449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179085677617926962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are two places: White seats and Red seats, the former has bigger fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_O-tu60yI/AAAAAAAAAUU/pwh_fqHXU7A/s1600-h/DSCN4447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_O-tu60yI/AAAAAAAAAUU/pwh_fqHXU7A/s320/DSCN4447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179085673322959650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They really aren't as gross as they look lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_QXNu602I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XpLEaCUHBPk/s1600-h/DSCN4465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_QXNu602I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XpLEaCUHBPk/s320/DSCN4465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179087193741382498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The small fry - they don't make you roll about in fits of laughter as their more matured counterparts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_QW9u601I/AAAAAAAAAUs/-GbmGQkIQwk/s1600-h/DSCN4463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_QW9u601I/AAAAAAAAAUs/-GbmGQkIQwk/s320/DSCN4463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179087189446415186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_QXtu603I/AAAAAAAAAU8/tjpV694c37I/s1600-h/DSCN4469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_QXtu603I/AAAAAAAAAU8/tjpV694c37I/s320/DSCN4469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179087202331317106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty pics of the place: it's really quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_QYNu604I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DWJAZEAQiB4/s1600-h/DSCN4471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_QYNu604I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DWJAZEAQiB4/s320/DSCN4471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179087210921251714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More pretty pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a real nice experience. Was really glad that i took the time to bring my sister here before she left. Plus having the bro there made it seem more like a more family-ish outing. For RM36 (i think... it's around that price and i can't be bothered to remember exactly =/) you get the best exfoliating experience lol. Its way better than giving yourself scrubs which some may know, is exactly how it feels if you took sea salt and scrubbed a layer of your skin away with it. So less pain, a healthy dose of laughter and plus you get bragging rights for doing something relatively exciting for a change :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-5811382401590254607?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5811382401590254607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5811382401590254607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5811382401590254607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5811382401590254607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/03/kenkos-fish-spa.html' title='Kenko&apos;s Fish Spa'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R9_QWtu600I/AAAAAAAAAUk/IgLw3AFyYZ4/s72-c/DSCN4457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5143416272565100190</id><published>2008-02-07T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:08:40.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love the holiday season..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the celebrations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       ..the family reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i was born in to the wrong family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.....you can't paste together pieces of a shattered glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-5143416272565100190?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5143416272565100190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5143416272565100190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5143416272565100190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5143416272565100190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-1330702513106262503</id><published>2008-02-01T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:08:40.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Updates'/><title type='text'>Late Nites &amp; Chipped Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its been a long ass time and im apologising at the beginning of my post as usual, but i've had a case of blahs after doing my thesis report (i'm so fcuked and i know it) and i needed some time to destress. *i know basil... cant use too many 'and's in a sentence, but honestly i dont care~! &gt;.&lt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            it took a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt; to grow my nails to the somewhat decent length it is up till today... where me being my usual clumsy self, whacked my hand on the damn table in the damn lab and broke a(nother) nail. i know. i'm the only person who would first whack her own hand unknowingly on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;TABLE&lt;/span&gt; and break a nail while doing so. i've broken a nail while turning my steering wheel before... stupid stupid frail nails. i swear they're made of paper or something. does not resemble &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;NAILS&lt;/span&gt;. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep and its exactly 5am now (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gah, i just heard my neighbour's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; crowing. wth~! i never even knew my neighbour had a chicken.... and its not even DAWN! retarded chicken. must have brain damage or something.... since their brains are so puny even pushing the little creature might give them a concussion or something... someone must have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;kicked this chicken&lt;/span&gt; T_T*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont say i never tried to sleep! i laid in bed for about an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;hour&lt;/span&gt; before giving up and thinking of something productive to do..... so i mopped the floor, cleaned my toilet and changed my bedsheets. then when i looked at my clock... damn. all that only took an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;hour&lt;/span&gt;. wth. and no eve, im not on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;antihistamines&lt;/span&gt;. kinda finished them while doing the thesis report lol~! i swear though, why do chores take such a short time when in reality *as it should be*, chores take FOREVER to complete~! damn damn damn. so i thought and thought of what other ways to make myself tired enough to fall asleep, and here i am. blogging. at 5.11am in the bloody morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. i hear the mosque-people singing. or rather, moaning in agony by the sound of it. sorry i dont mean to be rude lol. it honestly sounds like some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;poor creature&lt;/span&gt;'s pleas for help cuz i dont understand a word of what he's singing &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this semester i have only one *final* class, cross-cultural psychology. sounds interesting? well its kinda boring to me. i swear im already experiencing the afterglow of deluded happiness of graduation... not good not good. and having just one class does not exclude research assignments which by the way happens to be on working and studying couples. here i thought nicely to myself, ooh since we need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;married couples&lt;/span&gt;, i can give some to my family members... then i wont have to go through the trouble of asking people and being nice to them or beg them to fill it up for me -_-. then i realised.... damn. i cant give any of my family members~! wth... so envious of my group mates who can cheat a little by giving the questionnaires to their parents. whaaaat nonsense. sheesh. wonder what my parents would say if i begged them to fill it up saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;'come on mum/pa. just pretend you're still married can?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i swear the answers in their questionnaires would be outliers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have nothing to yap about nemore so i'm gonna try to get some sleep this time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;damn. blogging only took me 15 minutes. WTH~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-1330702513106262503?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/1330702513106262503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=1330702513106262503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1330702513106262503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1330702513106262503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/02/late-nites-chipped-nails.html' title='Late Nites &amp; Chipped Nails'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5537242370894468159</id><published>2008-01-03T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:09:16.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driven by Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Camwhoring: Do's and Please Dont's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately because i've been meeting people and people show me people's blogs *unfortunately* and during my perusal i've been shown some pretty... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;disturbing pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kinda reminds me of people who are overdoing it like in my previous post. but i notice that im not as anti-stupid as i used to be; i gather i rather pity them for their own mistakes. afterall, it's they who are paying the price of humiliation and i'm the one credited for putting them in the spotlight. not that i mind, but i prefer to give others examples of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;how NOT TO blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when camwhoring, please do note that there are a few important guidelines that one should pay attention to, especially when you're thinking of posting it up in your BLOG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*see if you can find what i'm talking about in these pictures*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R3xxoGdl5vI/AAAAAAAAASk/cZRPmBmpucI/s1600-h/IMG_1571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R3xxoGdl5vI/AAAAAAAAASk/cZRPmBmpucI/s320/IMG_1571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151117007548442354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;  if you have a particular body part, appendage, scar or whatever that you (or members of the public) find appalling or downright ugly, please just don't post it on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;world wide web&lt;/span&gt;. it's bad enough that your friends and family have to deal with it, but the rest of the world too? have mercy. sure the rest of your body may be fine, but no one will look at that when they're shown something huge and scary will they?&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R3xxn2dl5tI/AAAAAAAAASU/NsLugB13OjQ/s1600-h/IMG_1520crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R3xxn2dl5tI/AAAAAAAAASU/NsLugB13OjQ/s320/IMG_1520crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151117003253475026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt; please mind that the rules you observe in public is also the same rules you should follow in the internet. kisses are fine when photographed, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;never should be posted on the internet&lt;/span&gt;. firstly for the most obvious reasons that it is visible to anyone (people like me for instance) and there is no infringement of rights if lets say i were to grab your pics and hammer you on MY blog. secondly, its downright &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/span&gt;. haven't you ever heard of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;No PDA&lt;/span&gt; rule? when in public, never have &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Public Displays of Affection&lt;/span&gt;. i am not interested in seeing two strangers exchange bodily fluids, let alone if they're younger and more stupid creatures of the human species thankyouverymuch. PDA is fine when you're among close friends but please have mercy on innocent strangers minding their own business.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R3xxn2dl5sI/AAAAAAAAASM/OgpS343ZQBw/s1600-h/IMG_1509headshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R3xxn2dl5sI/AAAAAAAAASM/OgpS343ZQBw/s320/IMG_1509headshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151117003253475010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;  for goodness sakes, please do not lather makeup on excessively.&lt;br /&gt;it makes you look 10 years older and none the wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need not elaborate on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;    there is no picture for this, but just a very good advice: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do Not Complain of Excessive Bodyfat&lt;/span&gt; when posting pictures of yourself on your damn blog. no one, and i repeat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt; would post a picture THEY themselves deem ugly for the public to view. posting a picture of yourself under the pretense of calling yourself FAT is known as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ATTENTION-SEEKING BEHAVIOUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R3xxoGdl5uI/AAAAAAAAASc/IciHuZcMjE0/s1600-h/IMG_1545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R3xxoGdl5uI/AAAAAAAAASc/IciHuZcMjE0/s320/IMG_1545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151117007548442338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; the last advice: never combine all the rules above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know i havent mentioned any of the Do's and rather focused on the Don'ts, but its because i havent found any suitable pictures (&gt;.&lt;).  Do however, look forward to my next post because it's highly likely that i'll be blogging next about good examples of camwhoring, so to speak.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-5537242370894468159?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5537242370894468159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5537242370894468159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5537242370894468159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5537242370894468159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2008/01/camwhoring-dos-and-please-donts.html' title='Camwhoring: Do&apos;s and Please Dont&apos;s'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R3xxoGdl5vI/AAAAAAAAASk/cZRPmBmpucI/s72-c/IMG_1571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-1298384597514219575</id><published>2007-12-28T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:09:27.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driven by Boredom'/><title type='text'>What To Read When Your Mood Is Low</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're down and low,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower than a panda's belly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read a prepubescent kid's immature blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this blog and for the amount of laughing me and my sis had in the middle of the night, i'd say it's worth it to give the kid a bit of an audience for her so-desperately-wanted attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myboxerswentbonkers.blogspot.com/"&gt;click me for many ROFLs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ROFL - Rolling Over Floor Laughing  (just in case some of you out there were just THAT much unaware)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s: its the post dated on 25th December 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok after reading all that, *by the way i suggest you read the post before you continue because you wont get whatever the heck im yapping about ;) * i thus highlight the peak moments of my cacophonious laughter if thats even a legitimate english word lol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"went to CK first and i got a pair of pants &amp;amp; a top :) loveeee them! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;went into NafNaf after that for shoes and i got 2 pairs ;) went into Guess and the mother got a purse and i got a clutch bag. went into Nike and saw Tucker and his mom :P he was getting shoes and i went to disturb while my mom tried on shoes. after a bit mom was done. she got her shoes and i got 2 tops and a bag. went over to MNG and i got damn a lot of tops cause they were so darn cheap :O besides those, i got 2 bags, shorts, pants, accessories and 2 pairs of pumps. yummmmyyy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;went to Esprit and got 2 more shorts, socks and 2 tops. went to Gio and got 2 tops for the mother. went to Blush and got lingerie :D haha! after thattt, we went to Metrojaya for perfume. aaahhh, the lovely scents ;) i managed to get Lovely, Lovely Liquid Satin &amp;amp; Covet by SJP, Brit by Burberry, Red Delicious, Gold, Cashmere Mist &amp;amp; Cashmere Mist Silver by DKNY and J'adore Summer, Dior Addict, Dior Star, Dolce Vita, Dune &amp;amp; Poison by CD. went over to Nike Women after that and the mother got pants while i got 3 tops and flipflops :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;went up to Nichii and i got the 4 dresses Auntie Amy designed for me :) omg, she's awesome i tell you! she went to Paris and she got me things from there too! loveeeee :) heee. thennn, the mother went to Rock Corner while i went looking around. got some things from Echo Park for the guys. met up with my mom after that and we went to Living Quarters to get more deco for the house :) after that we left."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point, i *think* she's trying to as my sister said, open a fashion shop with perhaps a perfume shop of her own. or you can choose my theory, that she just wants to bathe herself in smelly old women scents and set a new fashion trend for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;skunks&lt;/span&gt;. lol this isnt the first outrageous post. i'd say shes rather MODEST this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just as a reference for those who aren't that brand-savvy; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ted Baker&lt;/span&gt; is a British fashion label with a price average of 100 pounds a piece. the exchange rate is about 6.6 so you do the math k.  and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Warehouse&lt;/span&gt; is also another British fashion label with dresses with the same price tag. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Aldo&lt;/span&gt; is a shoe brand with a shoe price average of about rm300 - rm600 for a pair of shoes. haha this one i know from experience because it so happens to be my favourite shoe label. comfort meets style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok carrying onwards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"got up around 10.30AM and got ready. went out with pops to Bangsar 1&amp;amp;2 and we settled for Starbucks first :) had my usual and dad had his. after that we went to shop for clothes :) went into Guess and got a pair of pumps, a top, a vest and a pair of denims. went into Ted Baker and got a bag and a top. went to Warehouse and got 2 dresses and a top. went up to Zara and got 2 tees, 2 knitted tops, 3 pants, a dress, a pair of boots &amp;amp; 2 pairs of shoes :D walked over to Aldo and got 2 heels. went to Puma and got 3 shorts, a pair of shoes, 4 tops and a pair of flipflops. we went down and put the things in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;then we went up to MPH for books and i got truckloads of them, seriously :O i got Hail Caesar, Tainted Love, The V Club series, Livin' It, He's With Me, Sink Or Swim, The Boys Next Door, Sticky Fingers, Frogs and French Kisses, Project Fashion series, Last Summer, One Hot Second, Knocked Out By My Nunga-Nungas, Little Black Dress series, On The Brightside, I'm Now The Girlfriend Of A Sex God, Love Cajun Style, Kiss &amp;amp; Blog, Summer Intern, Meg Cabot's latest series, Flawless, Evil Genius &amp;amp;&amp;amp; The Au Pair series."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok there goes her modesty. now we think she's trying to open a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;. we wish her all the best. notice that she doesnt buy solo books, but instead she spends her rather INFINITELY rich millionaire tycoon parent's money on books that come in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;series&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd say professionally, she has a career in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;stand up comedy&lt;/span&gt;. and as a psych student, i'd recommend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;professional counselling&lt;/span&gt; to both her and her parents.&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;tsk. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-1298384597514219575?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/1298384597514219575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=1298384597514219575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1298384597514219575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1298384597514219575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-to-read-when-your-mood-is-low.html' title='What To Read When Your Mood Is Low'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-8478472011036374553</id><published>2007-12-26T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:31:29.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               .....All over the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            nope sorry this post does not contain pictures of my "lovely" christmas celebration because there were none. my presents? i can hold them in my hands (T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately as some might notice, my mood's been pretty down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i heard this song, i felt torn between smiling and crying (no idea. pms?) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(255, 102, 255); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000000" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/chello.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/ec441399-4b5d-4dd6-a8a6-baf5c2516947&amp;amp;theName=It's Christmas&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="185" width="108"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(255, 102, 255); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px;" align="center" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 255);" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/ec441399-4b5d-4dd6-a8a6-baf5c2516947/Its-Christmas/?widget=flash_player_chello"&gt;It's Christmas.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Can you tell me, dear        daddy,&lt;br /&gt;About Christmas day?&lt;br /&gt;I got questions 'bout Santa,&lt;br /&gt;How fast        is his sleigh?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why did three wise men,&lt;br /&gt;Follow stars that        were bright?&lt;br /&gt;Are there angels in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Can we see one        tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Can you hear them all calling?&lt;br /&gt;It's        Christmas, it's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Why to snowflakes keep falling,&lt;br /&gt;On        Christmas, on Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Are there angels on housetops,&lt;br /&gt;Singing        their prayers,&lt;br /&gt;For the spirit of Christmas to be felt        everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Will you help me, dear        Santa?"&lt;br /&gt;She said sitting on his knee.&lt;br /&gt;"Can you really do        magic,&lt;br /&gt;And whatever you please?&lt;br /&gt;Did you read all my letters,&lt;br /&gt;And        can reindeer really fly?&lt;br /&gt;Is there really a heaven,&lt;br /&gt;With angels up        high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And can you hear them all        calling?&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas, it's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Why do snowflakes keep        falling,&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas, on Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Are there angels on        housetops,&lt;br /&gt;Singing their prayers,&lt;br /&gt;For the spirit of Christmas to be        felt everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;She was dreaming of Santa        Claus&lt;br /&gt;Christmas night in her bed.&lt;br /&gt;But the visions of angels&lt;br /&gt;Still        danced in her head.&lt;br /&gt;As she looked through the staircase,&lt;br /&gt;He was        kneeling by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;"Can you answer, please Santa,&lt;br /&gt;These questions        for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Can you hear them all calling?&lt;br /&gt;It's        Christmas, it's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Why do snowflakes keep falling,&lt;br /&gt;On        Christmas, on Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Are there angels on housetops,&lt;br /&gt;Singing        their prayers,&lt;br /&gt;For the spirit of Christmas to be felt        everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You can hear them all        calling,&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas, it's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Yes the snowflakes are        falling,&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas, on Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;There are angels on        housetops,&lt;br /&gt;Singing their prayers,&lt;br /&gt;And the spirit of Christmas can be        felt everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-8478472011036374553?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/8478472011036374553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=8478472011036374553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/8478472011036374553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/8478472011036374553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5866412816870042136</id><published>2007-12-24T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:49:41.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R26PKmdl5rI/AAAAAAAAASE/8PquGOK18T4/s1600-h/alone+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R26PKmdl5rI/AAAAAAAAASE/8PquGOK18T4/s400/alone+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147208836417185458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Alone by Littleplate~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's been more than a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         ...please pain, go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-5866412816870042136?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5866412816870042136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5866412816870042136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5866412816870042136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5866412816870042136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R26PKmdl5rI/AAAAAAAAASE/8PquGOK18T4/s72-c/alone+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-1993811014839943602</id><published>2007-12-08T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:49:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little StarCatcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is gonna be pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently since my internship ended, it seems as if i have all the time in the world and yet, my schedule seems somehow.... filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend mum took us to the Boulevard Hotel for a buffet to celebrate her favourite dotter's ending of internship *lol jk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pH5MAzdGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5BVPOFoTM0s/s1600-h/DSCN3911+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pH5MAzdGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5BVPOFoTM0s/s320/DSCN3911+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141500972399555682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pNgMAzdWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mErRoHrVOog/s1600-h/DSCN3937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pNgMAzdWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mErRoHrVOog/s320/DSCN3937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141507139972592994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pJZcAzdLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PQVqDi7yvYM/s1600-h/DSCN3921+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pJZcAzdLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PQVqDi7yvYM/s320/DSCN3921+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141502625961964722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pH6cAzdJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eWP8o9c9Yc8/s1600-h/DSCN3916+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pH6cAzdJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eWP8o9c9Yc8/s320/DSCN3916+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141500993874392210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pH58AzdII/AAAAAAAAAOU/YPGd5nN4EzI/s1600-h/DSCN3914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pH58AzdII/AAAAAAAAAOU/YPGd5nN4EzI/s320/DSCN3914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141500985284457602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pH5cAzdHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zU2y6VLGeLY/s1600-h/DSCN3913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pH5cAzdHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zU2y6VLGeLY/s320/DSCN3913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141500976694522994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pKcMAzdQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/U-_8G7iONx4/s1600-h/DSCN3930+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pKcMAzdQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/U-_8G7iONx4/s320/DSCN3930+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141503772718232834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pJaMAzdNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jFXdLi4hqCc/s1600-h/DSCN3922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pJaMAzdNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jFXdLi4hqCc/s320/DSCN3922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141502638846866642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pNf8AzdVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TqcXeLKqmzw/s1600-h/DSCN3926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pNf8AzdVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TqcXeLKqmzw/s320/DSCN3926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141507135677625682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pH68AzdKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-aVxlZRfw4w/s1600-h/DSCN3918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pH68AzdKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-aVxlZRfw4w/s320/DSCN3918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141501002464326818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pNgsAzdXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/php2XPMVEXc/s1600-h/DSCN3936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pNgsAzdXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/php2XPMVEXc/s320/DSCN3936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141507148562527602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pJacAzdOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wjsT9Js_8WA/s1600-h/DSCN3929+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pJacAzdOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wjsT9Js_8WA/s320/DSCN3929+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141502643141833954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pKdcAzdTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tiAHULzXfeI/s1600-h/DSCN3934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pKdcAzdTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tiAHULzXfeI/s320/DSCN3934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141503794193069362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pJZsAzdMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/A8QKtBmmdxA/s1600-h/DSCN3923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pJZsAzdMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/A8QKtBmmdxA/s320/DSCN3923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141502630256932034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pKccAzdRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/R8TQ35f6x4I/s1600-h/DSCN3924+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pKccAzdRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/R8TQ35f6x4I/s320/DSCN3924+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141503777013200146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pKc8AzdSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UXmnLK7vMSE/s1600-h/DSCN3931+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pKc8AzdSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UXmnLK7vMSE/s320/DSCN3931+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141503785603134754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pKd8AzdUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lXO4g1tJxys/s1600-h/DSCN3927+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pKd8AzdUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lXO4g1tJxys/s320/DSCN3927+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141503802783003970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pJa8AzdPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/AGGAsU19A5c/s1600-h/DSCN3925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pJa8AzdPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/AGGAsU19A5c/s320/DSCN3925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141502651731768562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well a couple o' days later i decided to do something Chrismasy in relation to the wonderful season... ah christmas is the best time of the year. everything else suks in comparison ok. nothing beats the shimmer of the wintery whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, for those of you really sad people who still have not gone out to see the christmas decos around KL, here's what they roughly look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;One Utama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was during some primary school band performance. i dont like mediocre performances so i didnt really stay for long... just long enough to take a few pictures cuz i thought they looked pretty amusing.. being all matchy-matchy with the background deco and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pNg8AzdYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/C4tQ5CR384M/s1600-h/DSCN3903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pNg8AzdYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/C4tQ5CR384M/s320/DSCN3903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141507152857494914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pNhcAzdZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Mpf_XAwx42w/s1600-h/DSCN3905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pNhcAzdZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Mpf_XAwx42w/s320/DSCN3905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141507161447429522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pOhcAzdaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zqjhj57TtcU/s1600-h/DSCN3906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pOhcAzdaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zqjhj57TtcU/s320/DSCN3906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141508260959057314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pOh8AzdbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Hp5WxaduEgY/s1600-h/DSCN3908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pOh8AzdbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Hp5WxaduEgY/s320/DSCN3908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141508269548991922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one was a real disappointment. ugh. one tree. JUST ONE! jeez how much of a cheapskate can they be? and the tree wasn't exactly beautilicious at all.... lol but it looks good in the pictures =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pOicAzdcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gNceQfjMB3g/s1600-h/DSCN3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pOicAzdcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gNceQfjMB3g/s320/DSCN3948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141508278138926530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the view from a few floors above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pOi8AzddI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/FUxcPuJL_cY/s1600-h/DSCN3950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pOi8AzddI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/FUxcPuJL_cY/s320/DSCN3950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141508286728861138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the view from the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pOjcAzdeI/AAAAAAAAARE/8wQZu5onOjI/s1600-h/DSCN3954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pOjcAzdeI/AAAAAAAAARE/8wQZu5onOjI/s320/DSCN3954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141508295318795746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mel + jian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**notice how few candy canes are on the tree?**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pQdcAzdfI/AAAAAAAAARM/9r41Qt5rzxc/s1600-h/DSCN3955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pQdcAzdfI/AAAAAAAAARM/9r41Qt5rzxc/s320/DSCN3955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141510391262836210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;disappointed me + jian&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;To demonstrate how ugly their tree was, i even took a picture of this tiny tree from MetroJaya just to compare....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pQd8AzdgI/AAAAAAAAARU/jcaqVaV6qn8/s1600-h/DSCN3957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pQd8AzdgI/AAAAAAAAARU/jcaqVaV6qn8/s320/DSCN3957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141510399852770818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ignore the *ahem* 'lady' behind the picture and look at all the sparkly bits on the tree.... and they had these trees located all over the few floors of MetroJaya. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i have somehow curbed my bad retail habits =D&lt;br /&gt;i have found something to invest a collection in. every girl or almost has seen its cartoon and loved its kind for years and years. heck we even envision our knights in shining armour graced in their pure presence. therefore i present to you...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pQe8AzdiI/AAAAAAAAARk/bYa1P6mCA-A/s1600-h/Stardust+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pQe8AzdiI/AAAAAAAAARk/bYa1P6mCA-A/s320/Stardust+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141510417032640034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pU1MAzdlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CLT-D2Qlpfg/s1600-h/Stardust+-+watermarked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pU1MAzdlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CLT-D2Qlpfg/s320/Stardust+-+watermarked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141515197331240530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE~!&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/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pU08AzdkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8kQGy8sgHDw/s1600-h/Stardust+2+-+watermarked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pU08AzdkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8kQGy8sgHDw/s320/Stardust+2+-+watermarked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141515193036273218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AhHh~! SO CUTE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love with her the moment i saw her.... and guess what? i fell in love with her friends as well~! i've now decided to start my own MLP collection~ *heart heart heart~~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahaha~ you love her too don't you? the pure white and cute little glittery wings, her big sparkly eyes and her long colourfully pretty hair. ooh but she's mine and im gonna collect them! yay~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So My Little Ponies are welcomed for Christmas~ and it gives those of you with no idea what to get me a really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; good idea~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-1993811014839943602?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/1993811014839943602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=1993811014839943602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1993811014839943602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1993811014839943602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-little-starcatcher.html' title='My Little StarCatcher'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R1pH5MAzdGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5BVPOFoTM0s/s72-c/DSCN3911+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-1349428290121670568</id><published>2007-11-28T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:49:46.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a godforsaken week without internet.... I now know and appreciate the wonders of human technology in our civilised world.... So happy~! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i'm loving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My anime and jdrama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;downloads&lt;/span&gt; (They were downloading at 6 hours per episode @ work... now they're back to 20 minutes per ep~!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Page loading&lt;/span&gt; is no longer a bitch to wait for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not needing to flip through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt; for a not unsatisfying program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;bedtime&lt;/span&gt; is back to 2am~! (So long 11pm ;p)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; (My sweet boyfriend no longer needs to pay 60 USD a week to call me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Song&lt;/span&gt; downloads~!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... for my life update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Well it's the final week of my internship. My mind is saying "Oh my God~!" and my senses are pulsating with pure utter joy. And yet somehow I kinda wish it would continue. I mean, it's a real bitch to work and handle tiny humans predated to the Jurassic period, but well, now I'm prepared to wrestle any kid who tries to take me on *RAWR!*. Honestly, I'm exhausted. So damn tired. It's taxing and I honestly cannot see myself doing this for the rest of my life after postgrad studies, but what I'm wondering is... Is this really all there is to a life of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Clinical Psychologist&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this is a clarification for those of you out there who feel that itch to ask me whether I can read your minds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; farking read your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell do you think I am? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; the term Psychologist and stop asking uneducated questions~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one question I get a lot. And seriously, it pisses the hell outta me. So damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;uneducated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the Julliad Music Annual Concert (refer to my last post), all went well and we were even featured on a 2 page spread in The Star in the Metro section~! Since I'm *kinda lazy* to post up pictures and there weren't many pics which were very clear, so I'll post what I can here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01zIsyRkZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/B6M0p2Pcp5U/s1600-h/DSCN3698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01zIsyRkZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/B6M0p2Pcp5U/s320/DSCN3698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137889343197778322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl + I : 20 minutes before showtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01zJcyRkaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/uI_PvXQjevA/s1600-h/DSCN3697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01zJcyRkaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/uI_PvXQjevA/s320/DSCN3697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137889356082680226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Practicing our lines. Oh btw the dress belongs to Evelyn, the vocal teacher (whose voice weakens me &gt;.&lt;)   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01zKcyRkbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2zw2wDCvFsQ/s1600-h/DSCN3706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01zKcyRkbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2zw2wDCvFsQ/s320/DSCN3706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137889373262549426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coolie Fairuz, some fella whose name i forgot + Sampat Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01zK8yRkcI/AAAAAAAAANE/JAQD7eDUI1E/s1600-h/DSCN3707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01zK8yRkcI/AAAAAAAAANE/JAQD7eDUI1E/s320/DSCN3707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137889381852484034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The orchestra of students with Evelyn + some chinese fella singing a love duet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01zLsyRkdI/AAAAAAAAANM/1NHR_Sexgd4/s1600-h/DSCN3710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01zLsyRkdI/AAAAAAAAANM/1NHR_Sexgd4/s320/DSCN3710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137889394737385938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mel + I. Took a picture during the interval. Dont ask why.. but i know i look scary in this picture. I think its because the flash was turned on so i look really white o.O and my upper lip seems to be... missing (T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R011C8yRkeI/AAAAAAAAANU/dnU6pm3wcs8/s1600-h/DSCN3712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R011C8yRkeI/AAAAAAAAANU/dnU6pm3wcs8/s320/DSCN3712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137891443436786146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily + Xtine + a more normal picture of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R011EMyRkfI/AAAAAAAAANc/NN6zfPN764E/s1600-h/DSCN3714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R011EMyRkfI/AAAAAAAAANc/NN6zfPN764E/s320/DSCN3714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137891464911622642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The prodigy violinists: Willy + Yeng Kerng (i think that's how its spelt &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R011EcyRkgI/AAAAAAAAANk/FtRVKJ76xLo/s1600-h/DSCN3717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R011EcyRkgI/AAAAAAAAANk/FtRVKJ76xLo/s320/DSCN3717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137891469206589954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sampat Evelyn + Bunny teeth Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R011FcyRkhI/AAAAAAAAANs/80UPmVsu6YY/s1600-h/DSCN3728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R011FcyRkhI/AAAAAAAAANs/80UPmVsu6YY/s320/DSCN3728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137891486386459154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After it's all done... relief~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R011GcyRkiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/28OGsSd7VkI/s1600-h/DSCN3730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R011GcyRkiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/28OGsSd7VkI/s320/DSCN3730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137891503566328354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cam-whoring trio with an unphotographed Jacq looking disapprovingly behind the camera as we took our picture ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the other pictures weren't clear or were discoloured so I trashed them. But overall it was fun. Though the sound system wasn't good (it didnt do the performers any justice) but the overall event went rather smoothly and we all had fun~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*Clap clap clap~!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh anyways, Since the internet was down (hehe excuses) I wasnt able to post up pictures of what he got for me for my birthday so here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01w0MyRkUI/AAAAAAAAAME/oktNN_tBEEc/s1600-h/DSCN3682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01w0MyRkUI/AAAAAAAAAME/oktNN_tBEEc/s320/DSCN3682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137886791987204418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooh it's my parcel~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01w18yRkVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Z8OqWeNJvyE/s1600-h/DSCN3683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01w18yRkVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Z8OqWeNJvyE/s320/DSCN3683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137886822051975506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! Look! See my baby's name there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01w2cyRkWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UcEKGc_fr0g/s1600-h/DSCN3684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01w2cyRkWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UcEKGc_fr0g/s320/DSCN3684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137886830641910114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ta-dah~! My pretty silver + light laptop~&lt;br /&gt;*jealous? hee~!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01w48yRkXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LgHp_G5zgYc/s1600-h/DSCN3686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01w48yRkXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LgHp_G5zgYc/s320/DSCN3686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137886873591583090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The glossy screen which so happened to reflect my brother's fatty thighs -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01w68yRkYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wyLy-rKtPq4/s1600-h/DSCN3688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01w68yRkYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wyLy-rKtPq4/s320/DSCN3688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137886907951321474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the cutest new member of my ipod family, the Ipod (RED) ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous? Lol. I'm extremely grateful to baby for getting me the laptop cuz no matter how I try to save for one myself, I somehow end up spending the money on other more important and practical things... Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright its a pretty long post and I'm now tired plus I gotta get back to doing work. Just another important notice for my special someone before I leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Happy 24th Birthday Mr Chen~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And Happy Anniversary Baby~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if we've been together only yesterday but my love for you still grows strongly and steadily. Mwah~!&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/36245498-1349428290121670568?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/1349428290121670568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=1349428290121670568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1349428290121670568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1349428290121670568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/11/internet.html' title='Internet~!'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/R01zIsyRkZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/B6M0p2Pcp5U/s72-c/DSCN3698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5077264947857527993</id><published>2007-11-08T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:23:20.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Which Destroys Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its been *yet again* some time that i havent been posting &gt;.&lt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time i have a valid reason, with what i have to do for my thesis and the Sunway Academic Symposium and everything. Finally i'm having work to do here in my internship. Solid work, not photocopying and clerical work...        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways. some time back during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Mass&lt;/span&gt;, something the bald black father said struck me and kinda got me thinking. at that time he was speaking about how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pride &lt;/span&gt;affected each and every one of us as a person. now i like this father not just because he very cleverly applies psychology into religion &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(seriously, what religious person do you know tries to get you thinking about the practical aspect of believing?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and he doesnt try to brainwash the congregation like other priests would do, but also because he reasons with people especially the more skeptical catholics who prefer not to blindly believe like me... yea i like that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;bald black fella&lt;/span&gt; alot. hes not narrow minded as they normally come, and he sure as hell is one priest we need cuz he accepts new ideas and change. i look down on unwavering idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i digress. neways, what do you know about Pride? that it destroys a person? how vague can you be... Pride is when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;one looks down upon others&lt;/span&gt;. Pride is when you refuse to apologise first. Pride is when you are right, and they are wrong. it destroys relationships, not just between friends but family as well. and the reason why it kinda hit home base with me was because i suddenly felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Shame&lt;/span&gt; when he talked about it. woot. yea i know i'm pretty prideful.. we are all at some degree as well. but when you think about it, we need a certain amount of pride in order for us to have the power of Conviction. who else will believe us when we ourselves do not take pride in our own beliefs? now for the consequences. in Catholicism, we call it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;God's Will&lt;/span&gt;. In Buddhism, they call it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Karma&lt;/span&gt;. i know i'm the former but i cant exactly go round saying to people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; 'damn, you deserved it cuz its gods will' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were the person i'd go.. wtf. karma on the other hand, is a more widely accepted term.. plus its easier say &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(keke... the laziness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. but they actually both mean the same thing: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what goes around, comes around&lt;/span&gt;. and seriously i do believe that. however, i also believe that good karma is farking slow in making its way round back to us. but of course when it comes, it really makes a timely appearance. well who knows. maybe its also my own way of encouragement.. encouraging myself to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt; nicer and more sympathetic towards others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do we get rid of pride? as some people say, its not easy to change a person. and yet i'm in this line of work. but then again, when is anything ever easy to do? wake up. nothing comes easy but thats life. but in order to change, the first person who needs to realise it is ourself. when we accept the fact that we are not perfect the way we are, when we realise that there is a chance for us to be a better person or in another scenario, we are afraid of whats to come after death. ooh you'll be surprised how death can propel a person to change. humans are basically afraid of uncertainty. we need a constant star to look at, a schedule that we can cling on to. death is full of uncertainty. hell i'm afraid of it, who isnt? unless you're jesus or buddha or whatever hell enlightened person of course. the simple answer lies in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Humility&lt;/span&gt;. being humble and not going overboard on things. great.. i sound like your parent on lecture mode. as if i already do not look older than my age.. i'm acting like that too. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh damn i'm starting to get deep... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(argh.. refuse to use my brains for higher-level thinking during a holiday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and later on i'll get complaints again from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt; people who cant seem to understand me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(jeez, i'm already simplifying as much as i can..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a separate note, this coming saturday yours truly will be emceeing a musical charity concert run by a music school. and no. i do not get paid.... its charity.  -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes i'm getting rather busy nowadays. altho' i do feel a little relieved cuz i actually DO have work to do, i really hate working during this time of the year when the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;wintery white jolly season&lt;/span&gt; is at bay. Christmas is my ultimate favourite time of the year~! its the season where no matter what, i'm able to genuinely smile. and thats saying alot for someone who had difficulties in that area. of course i love to laugh &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kills the wrinkles too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but smiling is something a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*girl*&lt;/span&gt; is supposed to refine. not too wide, cuz then you'll look like a retarded julia roberts with chinky eyes and not too small, you'll look like a smug arrogant princess. even the way your head is positioned when you smile is important, believe it or not... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloody hell&lt;/span&gt;. the life of a girl is not one to frown upon. when you tilt your head too much, people will call you a slut. too little and you look like a strange-looking claypot. which explains why i just prefer not to smile -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. smiling comes with practice. off to practice now T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: do enjoy the new song i've posted up. replaced Feist with Sol Seppy. i think its absolutely enthralling... i love haunting music.&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/36245498-5077264947857527993?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/5077264947857527993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=5077264947857527993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5077264947857527993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/5077264947857527993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/11/that-which-destroys-us.html' title='That Which Destroys Us'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-671111548823245366</id><published>2007-10-27T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:53:12.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightwish - Amaranth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bah too lazy to really blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to point something out to those using the LDP from sunway to bandar utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever noticed a PARK on the left side of the highway as you pass by? well i did. having to take the bus allows one to focus on the pretty dying trees on the side of the road and the nutty people walking in a park. makes you wonder &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or me at least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if the people jogging and walking in the park even actually think before they do something. first of all... would you notice the consequences of walking in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;park directly beside a highway&lt;/span&gt;? ok if you still havent or if you have a pea-sized brain, i'll tell you straightaway that its actually.... not very healthy to walk in a park and have 13875647036580 cars pass you by. three guesses. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh smart! yes, cars DO spew out nasty &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;smog&lt;/span&gt;. and its very nice that people actually do think of exercising &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(prolly for fear of DEATH! mwahahha die you old fuddy-duddies!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but they arent very smart if they decide to exercise in a place where you can both add and reduce 3 years to your lifespan are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. brainless. its fine, the less people there are in the world the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;less idiots&lt;/span&gt; i have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gonna end this (short) post with my latest melodic addiction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(As usual, all songs heard in this blog can be downloaded from my esnips file. all you gotta do is register free... damn i gotta charge them for these ads...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightwish - Amaranth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(0, 153, 255); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 456px; height: 47px;" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000000" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/drums.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/f3394915-9a8f-4c8c-969a-b8288741aaec&amp;amp;theName=Nightwish - Amaranth&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="168" width="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=2147452227&amp;amp;border=2&amp;amp;bordert=80&amp;amp;bgfont=0xC0C0C0&amp;amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgpic/bluedisco.jpg&amp;amp;filter=0x000000&amp;amp;filtert=25&amp;amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;fontname=arial&amp;amp;fontsize=11&amp;amp;speed=2" quality="high" name="scroll" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="210" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/36245498-671111548823245366?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/671111548823245366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=671111548823245366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/671111548823245366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/671111548823245366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/10/nightwish-amaranth.html' title='Nightwish - Amaranth'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-4989208883622631287</id><published>2007-10-21T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:49:47.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are: Intelligent Beings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes we are, or so we love to proclaim of how evolutionised we are compared to other species in the gene pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an extract from &lt;a href="http://remembersheena.blogspot.com/"&gt;Remembering Sheena&lt;/a&gt;, an animal rights blog by Shoba. this post dated some time ago which affected me terribly but i had not the time to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Malaysia Deteriorating Into A Barbaric Society&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;The Few Good Men, who still love this country watch helplessly as irrational municipal council regulations, indifferent Veterinary Services Departments and Department of Wildlife or Perhilitan (who are supposed to know better and understand animals) treat animals like unthinking, unfeeling "products". One day our children will be paying for these sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;While stand-up comedians Allan and Indie, make us laugh at Malaysian idiosyncracies, the truth behind their statements should really make us bury our faces in our hands and cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Cry for a country that has so much beauty and potential and watch it run to the ground through greed, corruption and loss of the most basic humanity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4vOmBnuRDA/Rv8l1KMC6-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6_lpW6D4GuU/s1600-h/Wire+Around+The+Neck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115849296914344930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4vOmBnuRDA/Rv8l1KMC6-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6_lpW6D4GuU/s320/Wire+Around+The+Neck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Pix on the right NST caption : Cruelty knows no bounds. Wires instead of rope are used to tie the dogs caught, constricting their throats and airways&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Please read article below from NST today and once again we reiterate REGISTER YOURSELF TO VOTE AND VOTE FOR CHANGE IN MALAYSIA OR THERE WILL BE NOTHING GOOD TO SAVE FOR YOUR CHILDREN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPOTLIGHT - IS THIS HOW WE TREAT MAN'S BEST FRIEND?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NST SEPTEMBER 30, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;It's a common sight in any urban township. Except that in most cases, dogcatchers seldom exercise restraint when going after strays or even pets. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;IT is one day an 11-year-old girl will unlikely forget. On July 15, a group of armed men stormed into her neighbourhood in Labuan and shot her pet dog twice in front of her house compound.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;They hoisted the badly wounded dog, still kicking alive, by its tail and left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Jonathan Ang, father of the Year Five student, says his daughter is still having nightmares and has yet to recover from the trauma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;The 20 to 30 “trained sharp-shooters” were deployed by the Labuan Corporation's Veterinary Department to eliminate strays in the area, with help from the People's Volunteer Corp (Rela). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;In the 12-day operation which started on July 9, 471 dogs were killed, falling short of the targeted 500.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;A bounty of RM30 was set on each killed dog, says Ang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;On that day, Ang's daughter Jocelyn, together with 10 other children, were playing with her dog in a playground in Taman Sea View when the men arrived and shouted at them to stay away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;They shot Jocelyn's dog in the leg, and gave chase when the dog ran towards the house, shooting at it a second time in full view of the screaming children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Ang can't fathom why a dangerous weapon like the rifle was used, why pets were killed, and why children had to be exposed to such cruelty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“There was no regard for safety. A missed shot hit the wall of my fence. There were people running around at that time! What if a stray bullet had hit someone? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“My dog didn't die instantly. I don't know how to explain the incident to my daughter. It was just inhumane.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;In the Klang Valley, some captured strays have been subjected to a slow and painful death, says a witness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Most municipal councils lease dog catching contracts to contractors, and some to private dogcatchers. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4vOmBnuRDA/Rv8oLqMC6_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NIBi0OYrZE0/s1600-h/Uglypix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115851882484657138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4vOmBnuRDA/Rv8oLqMC6_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NIBi0OYrZE0/s320/Uglypix1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Operations are conducted occasionally, but some contractors catch dogs as and when they like, says the source.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“Municipal councils pay RM35 to RM50 for a dog, so it's good business (for dogcatchers). They no longer act based on public complaints. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“At times, they encroach on other territories to hunt for more dogs - strays or pets.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;In Balakong, there was a case of dogcatchers lowering a rope into a workshop compound to lasso a blind puppy out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Animal rights activist Jacqueline Tsang says dogcatchers have no right to trespass on a private premise to get a dog, regardless of whether or not the dog has a licence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;What they can do is to issue a summons or a warning letter requesting the owner to apply for a licence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;However, the authorities can catch any unleashed dog outside the house compound. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;It is learnt that three-quarters of the dogs in the Kuala Lumpur City Hall pound are owned, but were caught when irresponsible owners let them out to roam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Some dogcatchers don't hand over their catch to the municipal council straightaway but keep the dogs in their vehicle instead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;They make a trip to the council only when the vehicle's loaded with 20 to 30 dogs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Due to lack of space, many puppies and smaller dogs are trampled to death, and deadly fights break out among the bigger ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;If the dogs fight or are too noisy, the catchers would hit them with a stick. Fierce dogs have been beaten to death, the source says.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Food and water are not given as the rationale is money should not be wasted on dogs that are going to be put down in the pound with a lethal injection, as is the procedure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;As it can take up to weeks for the vehicle to be filled, dogs caught earlier would have died of starvation or thirst.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Some dogs, due to extreme thirst, lap up a dead dog's fluids which flow from its mouth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“The stench of the dogcatchers’ van is horrible due to the many carcasses,” says the source. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“Dogs can smell it from afar and make for a dash when they see the van but most of the time, they fail to escape when surrounded by up to four catchers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“Once caught and placed inside the van, these dogs can sense their fate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“Would you believe me if I say these dogs cry? They don't just howl. They have tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“It is a pitiful sight I hope no one will ever have to see.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Strays should be caught but they must be treated as humanely as possible, says the source.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“There is a procedure. Catch the dogs, hand them over to the pound, and wait for a week or two to see if someone claims them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“If not, put them to sleep. At least in the pound, the dogs are fed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“A criminal on death row is given anything he wishes to eat before he is sent to the gallows. Why can't the same be done for animals? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“Please let them die with dignity, they didn't ask to be born as strays.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;It is learnt that some dogcatchers are also involved in dognapping, selling pedigree at a discounted rate to pet shops in the Klang Valley.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Some offer a full refund if the dog dies within two weeks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Another source, who had stumbled upon a dogcatchers’ van and pitied a captured dog, had bought it for a couple of hundred ringgit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;The dog was diagnosed with severe dehydration.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;The problem is compounded when dogcatchers are not trained and when there's no proper procedure, says Christine Chin, chairperson of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty of Animals (SPCA) Selangor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“Some municipal councils like Klang, Kajang and Ampang Jaya do not even have pounds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“Where then are these animals placed? How are they put down? Are there qualified professionals to supervise euthanasia?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“And our repeated requests to witness how dogs are put down in the Selayang pound have never been entertained. It's all a mystery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“We have written to the municipal councils for years, but have never received a reply. If there's no proper handling, it goes against the good practice set by the Department of Veterinary Services.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Chin says the Klang Municipal Council recently agreed to set up a pound but pleas to other councils have fallen on deaf ears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Kuala Lumpur City Hall's pound is a model and should be emulated, she adds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;When the New Sunday Times contacted the Ampang Jaya Municipal Council and asked where dogs caught are sent to, a public relations officer said, “Adalah tempat khas dia (There's a special place for that).”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;The council's deputy environmental health officer, Ghazali Abdul Wahab, says the dogs are given an injection and disposed of in a dumpsite in Klang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;He says the setting up of a pound is taking longer due to the high costs involved, which he puts at RM50,000-RM60,000.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;The Klang and Kajang municipal councils couldn't be reached.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;It is not known how owners can go about claiming pets, which have been mistaken for strays and captured by municipalities without pounds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;A few sources claim that employees of Vet-Fine (M) Sdn Bhd - the contractor for the Ampang Jaya, Selayang and Johor Bahru municipal councils - do not adhere to humane dogcatching practices.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Its managing director Dr Nor Bakry Mat Drus, acknowledges that there have been ‘one or two allegations’ but dismisses the claims.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“I checked each and every allegation, but so far, there is no improper practice,”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“The definition of humane and inhumane practices is very subjective. When the police round up people, it might look rough to outsiders, but it's the normal way of doing things,”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“I'm a registered veterinarian answerable to the Veterinary Association of Malaysia and the Malaysian Veterinary Council,”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“If my company is cruel, my contract wouldn't have been extended,”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Nor Bakry says his service is of great help to municipalities in keeping the population of strays to a minimum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;In Ampang Jaya alone, 250-300 dogs must be caught each month alone, he adds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;He urges councils to look into shortcomings like the lack of funds in addressing this issue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Chin says SPCA has received tipoffs from concerned individuals on the whereabouts of cruel dogcatchers, but tracing them is almost impossible as they don't stay put at a spot long enough and can resort to violence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“Once, for two to three days in a row, a gang of them drove past SPCA and yelled abuse at us. They were very threatening.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;SPCA has been lobbying in vain for municipalities and the veterinary department to set guidelines on dogcatching and act against cruel practices, but a recent meeting might turn things around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;The department has agreed to let SPCA draft out the guidelines, says Chin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Proposals include compulsory registration and training for dog handlers, and hiring handlers who hold animal welfare in high esteem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“The dogcatching profession should be revamped. Instead of dogcatchers, we should have ‘animal wardens', people who like animals but treat their job as a job, not a business.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Attempts to contact the department for comment were unsuccessful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Chin says irresponsible owners who allow their dogs to breed but turn the puppies to the streets are equally at fault.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Animal cruelty is an offence, but the Animal Ordinance 1953, which imposes a maximum fine of RM200 and/or six months’ imprisonment, reflects how trivial animal welfare is in Malaysia, a far cry from neighbouring countries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;“Every country recognises animal cruelty, except ours,” says Chin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(reference: &lt;a href="http://remembersheena.blogspot.com/"&gt;Remembering Sheena&lt;/a&gt;, an animal rights blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. we are an intelligent race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;**edited: i've included a petition where everyone can sign just here. as some of you may know, previously i also posted a petition similar to this one. but because the number of petitioners fell short of the target, our pleas fell on deaf ears...... so please sign and let us reach our target! click on the banner picture below and join in the fight: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animalsmatter.org/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124017249091329618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RxwqijMQHlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RhBu0Onlrpo/s320/amtm_banner_english_120x60%5B2%5D.gif.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: try to spread the word as even now i feel it unsafe to let my dogs roam my neighbourhood for fear of their safety. are you? 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(not on my tv slots neways) which reduces my only form of entertainment to anime and jdramas. not that i mind that much but i hate nothing to watch now! (ugh sick of bitty girls with juggly boobs and high-pitched im-so-farkin-cute voices... *chokes them!!*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously full. dad came back from saigon for a week and brought us to Shogun for a lunch buffet today. plus, because he was nagging us bout how to 'properly enjoy the best of a buffet' we were forced to eat our money's worth. which meant, take one of everything and chuck it down your throat. that translates into a full Plate with absolutely NO room for dinner and the next days meals. literally. oh well. i'll be saving money! haha~&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby is going back to houston. yea i mentioned it but im still not over it! *rawr* the numbskull didnt even tell me until i asked what his plans for the weekend was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s: what's your plan for the weekend baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;j: oh im going back to houston for my dads birthday. gonna be playing the violin for him remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s: "......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;j: baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s: you didnt tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;j: oh but i told you last week~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s: no.you.didnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;j: oh............. *then realises his big mistake*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! *frustrated* and he does this almost all the time... babykins, you're lucky im not with you now.... *whack*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am happy tho with my very pretty pressie from babykins~&lt;br /&gt;and because its given with love, i deserve bragging rights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rxjr1DMQHhI/AAAAAAAAALc/6DuUzeLTafg/s1600-h/08_large20070910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rxjr1DMQHhI/AAAAAAAAALc/6DuUzeLTafg/s320/08_large20070910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123103872756227602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RxjYAzMQHfI/AAAAAAAAALM/KO7Vszqt-_Q/s1600-h/07_large20070905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RxjYAzMQHfI/AAAAAAAAALM/KO7Vszqt-_Q/s320/07_large20070905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123082084387134962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rxjr0zMQHgI/AAAAAAAAALU/_mOJuelUgMU/s1600-h/04_large20070905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rxjr0zMQHgI/AAAAAAAAALU/_mOJuelUgMU/s320/04_large20070905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123103868461260290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RxjYATMQHeI/AAAAAAAAALE/LQvE6WnscyU/s1600-h/red+nano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RxjYATMQHeI/AAAAAAAAALE/LQvE6WnscyU/s320/red+nano.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123082075797200354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;featuring: the ipod nano third generation in limited (RED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the latest ipod nano but this one's with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;~! plus it has 8 gigabytes of storage, so i can watch movies on it too~&lt;br /&gt;and i havent even mentioned the best part, its part of the (RED) product line, which means that 10% of the purchase goes to fight &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AIDS in Africa&lt;/span&gt; which is so cool~!&lt;br /&gt;(RED) is supported by many people and even famous celebs are advocating it too like my favourite &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt;~! and others like Bono too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see a list of all their products here: &lt;a href="http://www.joinred.com/"&gt;(RED)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, now that i'm done making everyone a lil jealous, im gonna say that i havent gotten it yet lol~ it's still being happily tinkered by baby and will prolly come *hopefully* sometime soon&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata~&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-1850954870312975523?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/1850954870312975523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=1850954870312975523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1850954870312975523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/1850954870312975523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/10/cant-resist.html' title='Can&apos;t resist~!'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rxjr1DMQHhI/AAAAAAAAALc/6DuUzeLTafg/s72-c/08_large20070910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-322856480721945454</id><published>2007-10-19T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:42:00.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once more... with feeling~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lately i've realised one thing: people actually DO read my blog *feels guilty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ok just because i've &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not been updating&lt;/span&gt; it *definitely* does not mean that my life has been placed on a full stop. hey, a girl's gotta work you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, just an update of the past few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;accident with my car&lt;/span&gt; *sniff*. yea i was doing a friend a favour by sending him back as it was raining blardy hard... and the poor bugger had to wait for a cab in the rain. i wish now that i wasnt so nice to him *rawr!* (T_T). so right after i sent him back, i got hit by this indian fella (goddamn indian bugger, no offense but this fella is really.... *TOOT*!) but the worst thing was that i got hit at the driver's door, and because it was raining, he couldnt stop in time (he was going pretty damn fast to boot) and crashed pretty hard... which meant... that the impact was BAD. i had a huge bump on the side of my head after that too... haha i can still remember how disoriented i was afterwards. the crazy indian bugger got out of his car with this BLACK face.. as if it wasnt black enough (again, no offense lol) and motioned me to go to the side of the road (in the blardy heavy RAIN nonetheless!) and i just plain stared at him lolz. but that was last week and now thank god its all gone fine. thank god for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;CHU&lt;/span&gt;! i love you dearie and thanks for fetching me to and from work...! (she travels 15 minutes just to fetch me, sniff *so loved!*)&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh~! my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;piano has finally been TUNED&lt;/span&gt;! i sat in front of my piano and *literally* played almost every song that i've played before from my old scores... thank god my neighbours didnt complain lolz~! if my neighbour played the drums for 3 hours straight i'd go over with a blowtorch... lol. it brought back all the memories of practicing my old tunes.. performing with friends in the past and enjoying the pure pleasure that comes out of playing a piece perfectly. i really missed playing my piano :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny too, those of you who play the piano consistently wont probably notice this as much but when you play old songs you spent so much time perfecting, it brings back old memories and strong emotions.. well at least for me it did. especially when your pieces are the ones with heavy emotions (not mozart! i dont get weepy from a fuddy duddy!). but yea, i made myself happy today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of songs like the carpenters. oy! it gets to you when you play all by your lonesome aite! and i dont have a problem with oldies. i think they're songs which deserve praise for being able to be popular throughout time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was playing this today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(255, 102, 255); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000000" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/chello.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/7c2e82df-daca-4c24-8601-fec6c82fa32c&amp;amp;theName=Yesterday Once More  cover&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="185" width="108"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px;" align="center" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 255);" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/7c2e82df-daca-4c24-8601-fec6c82fa32c/Yesterday-Once-More--cover/?widget=flash_player_chello"&gt;Yesterday Once Mor...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, and if you havent already noticed, i *ahem* took &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;studio pictures&lt;/span&gt; which in my opinion, made me look 4 years older than i already am (&gt;.&lt;). there are more of course, but im obviously not gonna post it up. i aint that vain yet :)  aite i think i've blabbed 'bout my life long enough. just looking forward towards december! woot..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Christmas is getting closer and closer~!&lt;/span&gt; (i can feel the xmas spirit slowly creeping its way into me.. glee~!). i love love LOVE Christmas~! *beams* :D&lt;br /&gt;its the one season where i get insanely happy for absolutely no reason at all. ah, how wonderful it would be if there was snow to add to~ lol~ i swear i will spend the rest of my life in a place where i can have a white christmas every year. of course.... after i graduate ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;(Edit: i've just been told by Blogger that the image upload thinghy-majiggy is down. which explains why my picture couldnt be uploaded after the 7804560856437 times that i've tried... tootin idiots.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;alright alright, i really need to stop yakking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata~!&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/36245498-322856480721945454?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/322856480721945454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=322856480721945454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/322856480721945454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/322856480721945454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/10/once-more-with-feeling.html' title='Once more... with feeling~!'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-4949633771376311873</id><published>2007-10-05T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:23:43.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woot! i'm finally posting again after *almost* *nearly* a whole month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol this tends to happen every so often so i hope i can get back on the blogging regime again &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately after coming back from work each day i feel bogged down and just downright tired. sorry but i really felt as if a not-so-handsome vampire delightfully drained me of all my juices ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however i'm glad to say that i'm getting used to working the long hours... well i HAVE to get used to it. its do or die! *rawr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belly dancing seems to be a good decision afterall too. having a workout, albeit on a slower beat seems to cheer me up and relieve my stress somewhat too. and thank god i'm working with one of my closest friends! i'd die working alone.. chu i love you! i'd die if you werent there, honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entire week i daresay i've been splurging a tad too much as well... damn. oh well. retail therapy i say :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really miss studying in class now. work has its pros and cons too i guess but overall the freedom that i once had during my lecture days were much more enjoyable. sigh i guess this is growing up. no0o0o... i wish i were 19 forever! then i'd be able to walk out without minding what the hell i wore and i'd be able to procrastinate more! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. more updates later. out for a lovely nihon dinner ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata!&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/36245498-4949633771376311873?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/4949633771376311873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=4949633771376311873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/4949633771376311873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/4949633771376311873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/10/blush.html' title='Blush!'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-2196642735356129450</id><published>2007-09-13T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:23:41.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Ok its been a while *lol again* but really, in between driving home in the traffic after work and crashing till the next morning, there really isn’t much time (mentally) for me to do anything else &gt;.&lt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey~! And where are the pictures those people were supposed to send me ey? (T_T) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, I saw this interesting tag thing on &lt;a href="http://mel-ngzh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Mel’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog and I’ve been asked to do it as well.. What is this, an online blog tag game?! *lol* neways here it is:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;8 bloody random facts about me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;1. I'm a health food junkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Ooh and eww me all you want, but I’ll live longer and healthier than you so hah! After being *very* obese throughout my childhood and almost all my teenhood, I discovered that it really feels satisfying to actually wear clothes without worrying about the lumpy bits. And I had a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;LOT&lt;/st1:place&gt; of lumpy bits. Well... compared to my bits now, they were extremely lumpy lolz~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;2. I love exercising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoar~! Shocking? Not to those who know me lol. Yoga, cardio, dancing and swimming are my joy. Sure it feels like a lorry hit you the next morning sometimes but the satisfaction you feel after the strenuity of it is much too pleasurable ;p. what dances have I done so far? Latin, Hip Hop and right now I’m belly dancing away the adipose from my hips lol.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;3. I like it fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Fast and hard. Driving duh. I tailgate idgits on the fast lane and flash my highlights at goddamn 'Namo Amitabha' drivers. lol a friend made that astute observation and I carried on her legacy ;) No I am not aggressive... much, but when the whole lane is empty and you have one idgit driving at 50 km/h on the lane meant for high flyers, you DO tend to turn irate you know? Oh but no worries, I’m a relatively safe driver =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;4. I love cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Yap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;. Italian, Western, Japanese, Malay and Indian. Sadly altho' im Chinese, no one bothered to teach me =/ and all I have learnt were from books and recipes that I tweaked and tuned to *somewhat* perfection. Meh. I’m an inadequate Chinese. Which brings me to the next point:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;5. I really want to learn Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Ooh. Yes. Self-explanatory I believe. Put yourself in the shoes of a Chinese girl unable to tell what the bloody hell her classmates are rambling on and on about. You feel lost and *lol* lonely. Well its not that I want to learn it for my own interest, I have ZERO interest in Chinese... you can call it the desperation drive I suppose =/&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;6. I dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Yep. Every single night. And my dreams are so detailed, so dramatic that each and every one is a potential Academy Award. No, not the sappy dramas that have 99% talk and 1% action (crying) but the really action, suspense filled kind of dreams. Well, I should say movie rather than dreams. Ah, the neverending workings of a creative mind. Tsk tsk tsk. Great people carry great burdens ;p. I swear, if i wrote down every dream i had bit for bit, i'd be a really famous movie writer by the time i turn 25. Damn, i should stop studying and start dreaming now~! *lol*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;7. I sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Oh yes... I do... don’t believe me? Wire my car and when you combine a traffic jam and a stressed out plate, you get a howling dog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;8. I'm a misanthropist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;A miso-what? Well let’s break it up. Anthropist: humanity, humans, people. Miso- is a prefix, which means "hate" basically. So you combine both and you get a cynical pessimist who doesn’t believe in the beauty of humanity. Nope. In this time and day, there is more to be wary of the human race than to be proud of. When you study more about people, you tend to feel that they're pretty dumb, callous and annoying as they get older. Wise men are rare diamonds we need and crave for unknowingly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I get to tag people to do something like this? Erm.. &lt;a href="http://www.missadora.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lee kuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.whazoolespeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;boggart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I suppose (lol)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-2196642735356129450?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/2196642735356129450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=2196642735356129450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/2196642735356129450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/2196642735356129450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/09/totally-tagged_13.html' title='Totally Tagged'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-8421235885163948699</id><published>2007-09-06T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:20:39.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So.Damn.Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i might be five days late but hey, i finally blogged didn't i? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;clouds&lt;/span&gt; looked despairingly upon me as i stared up to the heavens in utter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained 10 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was undoubtedly the *most* hilarious barbeque party ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the bunch of us stood scattered across the poolside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(some were smart enough to go into the shaded area, some werent and some just wanted to stay near the bbq pit for food *like me*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited for the food to be cooked in the blisteringfrigginshitass cold wind and rain. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;poots&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e chu &lt;/span&gt;were chattering cuz they stood against the wind like the smart little buggers that they are *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played the delivery-fella and passed cooked &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sausages&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;lamb&lt;/span&gt; to everyone who were scattered around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and that meant me running in the cold cold rain trying to be the *clever* hostess that i am =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was interesting to see so many hungry people in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but i feel sorry for &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;poots&lt;/span&gt; cuz she only had sausages to digest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the rain had finally stopped, the relief on everyone's (and my) face was so apparent i nearly laughed. nearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved my &lt;strong&gt;cake&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally, i just wanna say thanks to everyone... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks for the &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;wishes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thanks for the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hugs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;boggart&lt;/span&gt; for pushing me into the pool *after* i had worn my bathing suit -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my family who helped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;whitewitchofnarnia&lt;/span&gt; actually did a *lot* of work which was quite touching since it wasnt for her).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and finally thanks to all you guys who came and stayed with me through the storm. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels warm and fuzzy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*pictures will be posted up after i actually receive them - i forgot my own camera. how smart.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now all i have to do is figure out why my internet explorer turned everything into &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;damn these &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ancient computers&lt;/span&gt; they give you at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-8421235885163948699?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/8421235885163948699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=8421235885163948699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/8421235885163948699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/8421235885163948699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/09/sodamntired.html' title='So.Damn.Tired.'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-4420971684835286112</id><published>2007-08-23T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:38:03.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    omg i'm addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Facebook~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone get on and add Human pets~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or better yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me to give you a referral cuz then you'd help me out too~! and i can help you get started~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all for my super short post~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lurve ya guys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yea facebook really turned me into a happy cheery person didnt it?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata~&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/36245498-4420971684835286112?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/4420971684835286112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=4420971684835286112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/4420971684835286112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/4420971684835286112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-my-addiction.html' title='Its my addiction'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-6668614007372121286</id><published>2007-08-15T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:49:49.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of my most favourite foods in the world is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;sushi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sashimi&lt;/span&gt; and basically all the yummy japanese &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;teryouri&lt;/span&gt; (home cooking). as always, i fill my idle time with idle activities. one of them being utilising my idle ability to google whatever topic that comes to my mind just because i can. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know im just torturing myself.. my cyclic depression begins as such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;google 'sushi'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;click on yummy accounts of nice sushi pictures, info, restaurants....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sigh in frustration as tots of financial despair come to mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;continues staring at yummy plates of sushi on goddamned food blogs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sighs inadvertently get longer and heavier as my gastric juices ache for sushi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;them cravings gets worse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grammar at this point is nonexistent&lt;br /&gt;*stomach takes over linguistic abilities*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then at this point i cry and wail to the closest friend for sushi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jump to step 3 and repeat the process for further despair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;it all looks ludicrous and quite nonsensical but somehow... it depicts true Saraism. well anyhoo, i just wanted to share my sushi finds and maybe just maybe, you'd understand how these cravings come to be lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teryouri&lt;/span&gt;~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKe-6BvFhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ltMYqxQexJM/s1600-h/20070424tako_0597-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKe-6BvFhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ltMYqxQexJM/s320/20070424tako_0597-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098812531702437394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;want octo-sausages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKe_KBvFjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3lPeu1m6fm8/s1600-h/20070729-syokupan1_7049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKe_KBvFjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3lPeu1m6fm8/s320/20070729-syokupan1_7049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098812535997404722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mice have evolved over the years to live in houses and no longer in holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKe_KBvFiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1SC_7SR_-R8/s1600-h/20070707panda-sando_6002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKe_KBvFiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1SC_7SR_-R8/s320/20070707panda-sando_6002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098812535997404706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ah... so cute and so yummy looking.. to eat or not to eat?&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/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKfd6BvFkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yo9jfF0aWoQ/s1600-h/20070511-small-teru_0748-we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKfd6BvFkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yo9jfF0aWoQ/s320/20070511-small-teru_0748-we.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098813064278382146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i still cant get over the cute panda.&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/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKfd6BvFlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KzUajG6v4fU/s1600-h/20070605-ushi_4583-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKfd6BvFlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KzUajG6v4fU/s320/20070605-ushi_4583-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098813064278382162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i tried to make this, it all went well... but i ate the nose before i could put it on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKfeKBvFmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_aQjAUbAr3M/s1600-h/20070708-dango_6143-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKfeKBvFmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_aQjAUbAr3M/s320/20070708-dango_6143-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098813068573349474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cute dumplings... but i still want the panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gadgets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKfeKBvFnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7zHKRO7P8nI/s1600-h/sushi-usb-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKfeKBvFnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7zHKRO7P8nI/s320/sushi-usb-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098813068573349490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it would be disturbing to have my thumbdrive looking like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKf0qBvFoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nKI_T7h1Odo/s1600-h/600_2006_Salm_Nigiri.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKf0qBvFoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nKI_T7h1Odo/s320/600_2006_Salm_Nigiri.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098813455120406146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but i dont mind having a sushi pillow~&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/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKf06BvFpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ks6hZUon-_0/s1600-h/600_ebi_15_15_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKf06BvFpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ks6hZUon-_0/s320/600_ebi_15_15_15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098813459415373458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or a prawn sushi pillow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i'm done pampering myself with all things sushi, there would be one last thing to do:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKf06BvFqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/L8P44-gtzHA/s1600-h/sushi_to_go_plush_dog_toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKf06BvFqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/L8P44-gtzHA/s320/sushi_to_go_plush_dog_toys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098813459415373474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;buy a sushi toy set for my four legged friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-6668614007372121286?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/6668614007372121286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=6668614007372121286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/6668614007372121286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/6668614007372121286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/08/sushi-up.html' title='Sushi up!'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RsKe-6BvFhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ltMYqxQexJM/s72-c/20070424tako_0597-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-8654308251056947630</id><published>2007-08-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:49:50.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One with Funk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lately in order to be rid of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;blue funk&lt;/span&gt; i decided to force myself to go out into the world before i rot in my bed and turn into human foie gras for maggots. so out of bed i begrudgingly dragged myself (eh that takes a shi*tload of willpower just so you know) along with a few of my &lt;s&gt;posse&lt;/s&gt; good loyal friends for the only activity that brings me pleasure lately: Eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc3NaBvFZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/39A2WyU0ul4/s1600-h/DSCN3245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc3NaBvFZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/39A2WyU0ul4/s320/DSCN3245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095602206857434514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cupcakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i got one of each flavour: french vanilla, strawberry, coffee &amp; choc chips*&lt;br /&gt;dont be misled by the pretty pictures. these cupcakes are all talk and no action. they dont do much for the tastebuds. definitely a waste of money. unless you're willing to fork out rm4 a piece to stare at them for the next couple of months, i suggest you go to tesco and get yourself a do-it-yourself cupcake/muffin mix which would look 3x worse but tastes 100000000000 times better. plus the service was not something to be raving about either. i had to call 3 different waiters to serve us 3 different times before calling the manager to ammend the service problem. *damn. shuda asked for a free dessert~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc3N6BvFaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZLlwIsqzHAg/s1600-h/DSCN3246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc3N6BvFaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZLlwIsqzHAg/s320/DSCN3246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095602215447369122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;strawberry pavlova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think? i cant remember. this was J's dish and it was pretty small.. not a dessert i would remember.. taste-wise, forgettable. ive eaten better. plus.. its not worth the money (can't remember but it was definitely more than rm10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc7sqBvFbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O-zu-uvzMtk/s1600-h/DSCN3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc7sqBvFbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O-zu-uvzMtk/s320/DSCN3250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095607141774857650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lamb curry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely NOT a must-try. the only thing memorable about this is the lamb. not that it was even that good. it lacked taste as it was bland and so0o uncurry-like. the zing wasnt there, the aroma wasnt there and it tasted plain. nono. i rather not go there anymore. at rm19, this is another waste of money. you'd think with the success of laundry bar that the owner would create a good restaurant... well it seems that her kraft only applies to prolly bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc7tKBvFcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FQjyQju149Y/s1600-h/DSCN3254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc7tKBvFcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FQjyQju149Y/s320/DSCN3254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095607150364792258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pesto *something* with chicken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one was mel's. tasted bland again. the pesto did not have the x-factor and had a lil too much olive oil. thank god it was olive oil.. if it was normal corn oil i'd be dying from high cholesterol in my hospital bed. not something i would wanna order in the future either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc_kKBvFdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VJtMBvUSZ8A/s1600-h/DSCN3259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc_kKBvFdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VJtMBvUSZ8A/s320/DSCN3259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095611393792480722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the obligatory cam-whoring. yes. i'm still condemned to being 4 eyed at the moment. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;doc oc&lt;/span&gt; hasnt given me the go ahead to wear contacts yet. grrrr.. curse his balding head~! its been more than the 1 month he promised me~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc_kaBvFeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0pxDLPxLvDY/s1600-h/DSCN3262+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc_kaBvFeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0pxDLPxLvDY/s320/DSCN3262+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095611398087448034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the lighting was bright and the only thing to rave about for the apartment was the deco. it was preeety well designed (i give them points for innovation definitely. but the fact that we were forced to dine in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;TOILET&lt;/span&gt; area of the deco diminished my appetite, so no points for practicality there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RrdBWKBvFfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zKO8ZnS-fH4/s1600-h/Kopparbers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RrdBWKBvFfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zKO8ZnS-fH4/s320/Kopparbers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095613352297567730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;pear cider&lt;/span&gt; that we bought later on to soothe the unsatisfied taste buds. i swear, these things require 2 people at least to finish. even after an hour yakking away we couldnt finish one can per pair without walking and hearing the sloshing noises coming from our bellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RrdBW6BvFgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wve_oQ3Abc8/s1600-h/DSCN3276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RrdBW6BvFgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wve_oQ3Abc8/s320/DSCN3276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095613365182469634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and bryan. he made a face cuz i didnt let him finish all 3 cans on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;you so bad lar~ you cannot finish and you dun let me finish~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;of course lar! i dont want your boobs bigger than mine ok~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;jealous ar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;of course lar! im the girl wat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyways all in all, i would not recommend the apartment to anyone of my friends for fear that they get caught in the cut-throat prices of a rip-off restaurant. altho' i would recommend this to someone on my black list :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, you'd get much more from an rm2 hot dog meal from ikea and a softdrink than a cheapskate tiny meal with rip-off prices from the apartment. definitely a no-go for me. i'll stick to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;chee cheong fun aunty&lt;/span&gt; who loves me very much at yong len thankyewberymuch.&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/36245498-8654308251056947630?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/8654308251056947630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=8654308251056947630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/8654308251056947630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/8654308251056947630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-with-funk.html' title='The One with Funk'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rrc3NaBvFZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/39A2WyU0ul4/s72-c/DSCN3245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-9178061370514254710</id><published>2007-07-30T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:49:50.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Empty Plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Goddammit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately its as if all the sparkly, bubbly laughter and joy had been sucked outta me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i had a reunion with my longtime love, Sashi the salmon sashimi i have yet to experience the endorphine-rush and the burst of colour in my not-so-colourful life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the holidays are bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the hols, nothing happened. the last exciting thing i did was wolfing down a cappuccino donut from big apple last night -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekly routine consists of working till late, sleeping in, gorging down endless mouthfuls of fats (ice-cream, muesli, donuts, nuggets &amp; watever i lay my &lt;s&gt;eyes&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;hands&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;eyes&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;hands&lt;/s&gt; self on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Vicious Cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get a tinge depressed, indulge, feel guilty after, get even more depressed and it all culminates in one dark and gloomy plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woe be i~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting tired of listening to mozzie, beezie and the rest of their musically inclined friends at work :( which is so0o unlike me. i need to get a life. maybe i'll get myself a lover *lol* and spice things up a lil. my plate is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;plain white and dull&lt;/span&gt;. it needs some patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rq28WKBvFYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kC2am55TObM/s1600-h/27102_white_plate_smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rq28WKBvFYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kC2am55TObM/s320/27102_white_plate_smiling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092933842460677506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my dull empty plate&lt;/span&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/36245498-9178061370514254710?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/9178061370514254710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=9178061370514254710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/9178061370514254710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/9178061370514254710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/07/empty-plate.html' title='An Empty Plate'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/Rq28WKBvFYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kC2am55TObM/s72-c/27102_white_plate_smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-3958423855549959439</id><published>2007-07-29T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:15:38.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blahs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yea this isnt a proper post. but im not in a very friendly mood to be posting up nonsense bout my life. had damn good sushi for dinner (sashimi and i were separated far too long) and i realised again how deep my love for japanese food was. other than that, nothing relatively joyous occured. right. my mood's getting too dark to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000033;"&gt;current mood: pissed, upset, disappointed, annoyed, depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245498-3958423855549959439?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/3958423855549959439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=3958423855549959439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/3958423855549959439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/3958423855549959439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/07/blahs.html' title='The Blahs.'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-7809764706197759232</id><published>2007-07-26T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:49:50.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arrogant Midgets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i am currently on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;hols&lt;/span&gt;, because i've finished ranting all about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;bloody harry pothead&lt;/span&gt; and because when im working i have so much free time that it addles my brains, i clicked on the link to the *un*famous &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;short singaporean midget&lt;/span&gt; blogger. sheesh. i dont mention names in my blog unless i either forget or i wanna shout to the world that this person has done something i believe needs to be publicised, so i wont mention hers either heh. but many know her and they can prolly guess. anyways i dont care. i just had an eye-opening experience while visiting that blog and decided to talk (rant) about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the first thing i noticed was the title changed from the previously obnoxious '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;everyone reads it&lt;/span&gt;' to '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;chicken pie blogger&lt;/span&gt;'. my inital thought was "oh, she finally ceased her narcissm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah i thought wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon further reading, the infamous short, stumpy and noisy singaporean pipsqueak lately posted an entry about some disgusting bloggers from singapore, herself included (rightfully so? haha no idea but it seemed funny). while i certainly agree with her about ALL the disgusting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;teeny boppers&lt;/span&gt; (attention whoring, act-cute females with no sense of dignity), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wannabes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;man-filth&lt;/span&gt; (ew, the one called Steven something really made the hairs on my back stand.... freak.) i didnt really agree about the old woman with the name that sounds like a chinese curse word. hmm.... not that im particular about oldies but i think they should be left alone. afterall they HAVE lived longer than us (evil normally lives longer than good) and she seems pretty innocent... except that she is somewhat of an attention-whore. but oh well. leave dying rats to rot and die on their own i always say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to find out what i was reading, &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_xiaxue_archive.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really made my eyes open (and almost pop out like a pekingese..) was this pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RqhLlaBvFXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W8iMPOa5-XM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RqhLlaBvFXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W8iMPOa5-XM/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091402484756190578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh dont mind the face. i didnt change her face in any way but merely inverted the colours (shows her inner beauty?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like highlights and all... and that's the same curls that i have on my hair... but what the hell is that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;disgusting pink straggly benign creature&lt;/span&gt; hanging below her &lt;s&gt;cakey&lt;/s&gt; made-up face?? pink snakes hanging from the hair is now in style in singapore? what is she trying to look like, medusa-ala-pink-elephant? the singaporean perception of style is honestly questionable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*horrendous*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, this just brings up a point i wanted to rag about. earlier she made a statement which went something along the lines of 'i dont show off and i dont act cute' and showing the world two different sets of pictures in which it differentiates her '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;acting chio&lt;/span&gt;' (i think it means cute.. god knows) and 'smiling naturally'. honestly i didnt see the difference. if she can act 'cutesy' and berate other teeny boppers and wannabes.. isnt that just hypocrasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my respect for singaporean females has honestly taken a plunge for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter. i only like the place for their restaurants and sales anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... my final thought right before i closed the browser window leading to hell was that the headache i never knew i could have from reading a total stranger's blog was so overwhelming that i was torn between finishing what i had been reading and just stopping the pain. my sanity won. honestly.. what the heck makes her famous absolutely deluded me. perhaps the world is too full of cliched 'honest' and 'innocent' people that it opened the door to the abnormal freaks of &lt;s&gt;nature&lt;/s&gt; society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~out~&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/36245498-7809764706197759232?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/7809764706197759232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=7809764706197759232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7809764706197759232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/7809764706197759232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/07/arrogant-midgets.html' title='The Arrogant Midgets'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/RqhLlaBvFXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W8iMPOa5-XM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-4450858228803170515</id><published>2007-07-24T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:21:42.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while trying to drown my frustrations and disappointments from rowling and her pothead, i came across &lt;s&gt;a few&lt;/s&gt; some quizzes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your Sarcastic Moments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!&lt;br /&gt;And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha~! i believe this one was spot on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmm... i definitely agree to this. but this result is generalisable. everyone, and i mean EVERYONE tries to hide the evils in their hearts. so we're all dangerous in our own ways aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 205, 181);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f1ded0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a warm hearted and open minded person. It's easy for you to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that people see you as larger than life and important. While this is true, they also think you're a bit full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is a lot like the present, and as far as you're concerned, that's a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i have no idea and i dont think.. that i am warm hearted or open minded, i mean i have evil tendencies sometimes and im not very merciful or tolerant when it comes to inadequacy.. but it was kind of true in a way. the part about me being full of myself? hah! i wish.. if only i werent battling with my slowly depleting self-esteem at the moment i would modestly try to disagree with it.. *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 248, 194);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may have been hurt before, you tend to bring very little scars into new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break-ups can be painful for you, but you never show it. You hold your head high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes. this one is most true i think. well EVERYONE has been hurt one time or another, its unavoidable. but i do have high expectations cuz im extremely picky.. i don't have many loves, but the ones i do love i remember my whole life (so far anyways). i dont believe it's healthy for a person to bring old scars in to a new relationship so duh that ones proven... but the funniest and truest one is the one about fighting. har har.. as a certain someone may tell the world, im as stubborn as an ass (a mule.. not the saggy skin on your behind) when it comes to fighting. i will still say that it the weather is fairly sunny when its pouring outside the windows just to be proven right. well... SOMEONE seems to think this is cute. im not trying to be childish or cute dammit~! i'm proving myself right so listen to me~! *rawr*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha~ i just thought it was funny to see how sometimes pop psychology quizzies can be fairly accurate when we're always taught that they're extremely unreliable. but that can be argued later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~out~&lt;br /&gt;&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/36245498-4450858228803170515?l=littleplate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/feeds/4450858228803170515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245498&amp;postID=4450858228803170515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/4450858228803170515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245498/posts/default/4450858228803170515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleplate.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-know-me.html' title='Do you know me?'/><author><name>Littleplate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078501552940134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFDPJkmaxC4/TCIMW4JrC5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/HGGfJ4jwxlA/S220/IMG_1577-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245498.post-5889732401502692430</id><published>2007-07-23T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T18:47:47.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Prosaic Author</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*potter fans beware. dont read this post unless u have read the new book &amp; dont blame me cuz i warned u*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the hype of the new harry potter (hereein called "hp" due to my laziness), i decided to first read all the first 6 books before finally setting my eyes on the final one *yea, i like to extend the pleasures of my reading sessions heh*. so finished all 6 books i did after 2 and a half days before finally reading the deathly hallows at 1.27am today. darn. what a complete waste. it was as if all the creativity had been usurped from rowling's addled brains. phooey~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last book was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;joke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a complete and utter disappointment.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....not unlike the many hp movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how dare she ruin the final ending like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a fan throughout the books entirety. however compared to the first 4 books, this one lacked the depth and imagination that its predecessors had. i mean come on, he lived &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPILY EVER AFTER&lt;/span&gt; was bad enough. what happened to the tragedy? the fight till the death? it was more like she wrote about potty and voldy talking to each other for a few pages before having potty kill the bald freak in less than 3 short paragraphs. what happened to the dramatic fight? the slow motioned and explicit details?! damn that woman. what a waste. she spent more time writing about nonsensical and unessential conversations between useless people in the book than in developing the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i had such high hopes that the book would turn out better than the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what was an even bigger insult? the names of the children... potty's children had no creativity at all. it was as if the final had been poorly written by a 10 year old who had their own ideation of how the book SHOULD end instead of a heart-wrenching, tear jerking ending. dammit. so many things went wrong in the book that i had to painfully finish reading it before it insulted the memory of harry potter that i had in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although there were many mistakes and disappointments, there were a few silver and occasionally gold linings. the part where they escaped on a dragon was pretty fun to read i must admit. however the story was definitely dragged on for far too long. tolkien did not write as much unnecessary nonsense as she did. hp was a hero! he should not have gotten together with ginny... come on! he was supposed to change the magical world, hold a position of honour, impart the knowledge learnt unto the younger generations, build bonds between the races and all that jazz~! but naught was written of that. instead she chose to write about albus severus, james, lily, hugo, rose and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SCORPIUS&lt;/span&gt;. what the hell?! of all the names in the world to name their kids... she chose to use blardy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SCORPIUS&lt;/span&gt;. couldnt she find some other name that rhymes with Lucius if she really absolutely deliriously needed their bli
