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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HARROR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so odd because it's been a long time since I've done a haolian post. How can. Sacrificing sleep to do this. Have to wake up for Pe-Pe-Penang in a few hours! First road trip with just friends. :) HEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7frahUrWFM/TzP-E2bjv6I/AAAAAAAAEps/upYovqbvezo/s1600/ParkRoyal-Penang-Hotel-Facade-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7frahUrWFM/TzP-E2bjv6I/AAAAAAAAEps/upYovqbvezo/s640/ParkRoyal-Penang-Hotel-Facade-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THIS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;IS WHERE WE'RE STAYING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Each person had to fork out RM400 each. I hope it'll be worth it. Initially planned to huddle in some run-down apartment. But Daniel was the planner, and he would never let that happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"我们有的是钱"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His motto. What we have, is money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAH everyone's wallet bleeding profusely. But I don't mind, because money is meant to be spent. Being able to buy an experience is priceless. Though I'll still try to save, because... well I don't know how to earn money yet. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GP61TBN0hDE/TzP-6hwNw-I/AAAAAAAAEp0/xtsv5kOeV9I/s1600/SAM_5399_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GP61TBN0hDE/TzP-6hwNw-I/AAAAAAAAEp0/xtsv5kOeV9I/s640/SAM_5399_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Tesco today, accompany Ming Chun settle airplane shit. Booked for Weng Hock too. Their parents afraid of P holders driving so far blablablablablablablablabablaa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm. Me, I think I'll let my kids go on trips like this when they're over 15. Give them the freedom to explore life, and if they die doing it... well it was their choice. I don't want my kid to live like a puppet. A puppet is more lifeless than someone who died on an adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0y0n5j7hBDQ/TzQAm9Q5bcI/AAAAAAAAEp8/P7SXTQseMxs/s1600/SAM_5378_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0y0n5j7hBDQ/TzQAm9Q5bcI/AAAAAAAAEp8/P7SXTQseMxs/s640/SAM_5378_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aww &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rysher brought Xuan to meet up with us and they went 1U later. Like 9. LOL SHO LATE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Xuan kept saying she wanted to buy a remote-controlled helicopter. Then I dragged Rysher like ahsum and hint him not so discreetly, Valentine's Day coming, Xuan has her eye on toy heli you know blabalbalbla... I kid I kid. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will be gone tomorrow morning and coming back on Valentine's Day. Lol. =.= They say V day is not real, you don't love your partner only one day in a year blablalbla... but you know what? You love her all year long, just that V Day is one of those special days that urge you to SHOW it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's nice to have a special day for love. Because love is important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love papa. I miss chuckie. I love my brother. Oh ya I wondering why his car gone, it went to touch-up painting. !@#$ sho nice! ... I love my friends, My gou gou gang. I love my home, love my bed, love the clothes in my wardrobe and the home I'm in. I love myself also.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MWAH! MWAH! MWAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Deng yesterday PMS today high. Life is like that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bought a lot of shit so my body wouldn't dare to get sick. Strepsils panadols salonpas byebyefever minyakkapak blablablabla. I would be glad to be sick if I have school but fuck school I'm so free. AHAHAHA. Kid kid school was good...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't packed yet. I wanna pack light. Four days hmm. Six tops. Four bottoms. Gao dim? Also have to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amR-xGvWfOo/TzQDgeYaI4I/AAAAAAAAEqE/l1ghNEe1aAo/s1600/902704_700b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amR-xGvWfOo/TzQDgeYaI4I/AAAAAAAAEqE/l1ghNEe1aAo/s320/902704_700b.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I refuse to bring toothbrush nor shampoo. Five star hotel ma. ParkROYAL ma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like packing, getting ready for a road trip. I don't like unpacking, and forgetting where to store things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND OH MAY GOODNESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVCy2o4AUFo/TzQEWw-9PZI/AAAAAAAAEqM/ON78MCcJxLc/s1600/2660875595_e0de7e3620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVCy2o4AUFo/TzQEWw-9PZI/AAAAAAAAEqM/ON78MCcJxLc/s320/2660875595_e0de7e3620.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You should never, never do this to any Fisherman's Friend you see. NEVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Especially your friend's. Becausethisistheoldpackaging and the new one has a ziplock seal that you can open and close anytime without tearing the lovely new packaging apart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I DAMN DULAN! !@#$% I bought a new pack, a NEW ONE, and Ming Chun wanted one, gave him whole packet snap he did just as shown as the no-no picture above. Ma de. One of my pet peeves will be this. Tearing apart a ziplock FF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FcVEUc-HFEc/TzQFDDRLHnI/AAAAAAAAEqU/QRzAIGn0BA8/s1600/productRange_ff25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FcVEUc-HFEc/TzQFDDRLHnI/AAAAAAAAEqU/QRzAIGn0BA8/s400/productRange_ff25.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trololo okay la small matter la. Jun Wen was the first one who did it before. But she cute, I forgive her. And it wasn't a new pack. This one I got so heart-broken I gave him the whole packet. Put inside my bag, they spill. Ma de.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite is the Apple &amp;amp; Cinnamon :) I used to steal the lemon ones from Mama before the new flavour came. I like eating them because they are not tasty but very cooling for the throat. I like that they are not too tasty because I can refrain from eating them for fun. My throat always gets heaty because of all the salty fuck I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH YEH! I ATE JAP FOOD TODAY MUAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMyLE80jjmw/TzQF79RFiKI/AAAAAAAAEqc/wLJeCJkx-p8/s1600/IMG_1851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMyLE80jjmw/TzQF79RFiKI/AAAAAAAAEqc/wLJeCJkx-p8/s400/IMG_1851.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When eating Japanese food, everything in life is suddenly okay for a while. More than okay, it becomes wonderful. Fucking wonderful. Unadon! Unagi with rice! Tempura udon! Fat noodles with fried prawn! Gyoza! Juicy dumplings! Sushi! Caterpillar roll!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WHATEVER ROLL! PUT THEM IN MY MOUTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay la we went to DPC to meet up with Weng Hock and dined at Rakuzen- you know la I drag people to Japanese restaurants when they let me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We sat outside because inside was full. I was so afraid it was going to close. =.= Because I'm used to sleeping late I often forget that not everyone sleeps late and shops close early. Anything before midnight is early la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the waiters are often inside. I banged the table and whined because I was hungry.... Weng Hock buried his face. Because other patrons were looking at me. AHAHA. You know I have this thing. I am too thick-face. I don't care when people are staring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8MkR6Kv-u9g/TzQHEik9UeI/AAAAAAAAEqk/MvXIjf3feLM/s1600/SAM_5397_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8MkR6Kv-u9g/TzQHEik9UeI/AAAAAAAAEqk/MvXIjf3feLM/s640/SAM_5397_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh ya. I can do this in a middle of a shopping complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's okay one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that Weng Hock wanted to eat at somewhere cheaper, but I said I wanted to go home. Haven't pack too. Not even now lol. Ming Chun asked why I didn't follow. Weng Hock answered- Oh, Karen has two rules when it comes to eating out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Number one- must have air-conditioning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Number two- must not have plastic chairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lol he rememberedddd ^^v He said he wanted to eat somewhere cheap last time, and I told him sure... but must have aircond and cannot have plastic chairs. Because... Malaysia is too hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA! Gou gou trip, wait for me to come back! Time to pack! WEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gM4G_snL8BM/TzQIhKZe0nI/AAAAAAAAEqs/MhXRnRzf6_Y/s1600/SAM_5390_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gM4G_snL8BM/TzQIhKZe0nI/AAAAAAAAEqs/MhXRnRzf6_Y/s640/SAM_5390_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.gif" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wait for me to come back! :) hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-6203062304616114235?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/6203062304616114235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/02/before-i-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/6203062304616114235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/6203062304616114235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/02/before-i-leave.html' title='Before I leave...!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad1Cm6moKN4/TzP9rBK2lqI/AAAAAAAAEpk/lDNHlFg7BME/s72-c/SAM_5364_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-2220859200131413098</id><published>2012-02-07T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T10:50:22.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY's over</title><content type='html'>My last post, felt like a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened in between. The interesting ones are just ones that can't be told in public. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the rules yo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ahmykzm_Mo/Ty_VG2qPS4I/AAAAAAAAEos/XWGgpVHsjqM/s1600/SAM_5315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ahmykzm_Mo/Ty_VG2qPS4I/AAAAAAAAEos/XWGgpVHsjqM/s640/SAM_5315.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chubby cheeks, what to do. Expressive peepo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my friends, I love insulting them too. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Xuan has a habit of leaving things at my house. No, she has a habit of forgetting things. Her Kitschen shopping bag, AX slippers, at least two tank tops, denim shorts, silver arm band. Dunno what else. Sim Kuan forgot to take back her diamante lizard ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And oh. I found an Extra chewing gum canister near the TV, and you know the rules- if you see candy, eat them. Thought the yellow pellet shapes looked odd but popped them in my mouth anyway. Little cousin kept warning me not to eat them, didn't diao him. I thought because he didn't want me to eat his sweets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ma de. Kept trying to chew them, they didn't break apart. Then my uncle told me it was pellets for his BB gun. Spat it out straight to the bin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=====.======&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shortly after there was a dead lizard on the porch. Uncle shot lizards on the ceiling to feed his tortoise. ??!?!? "Headshot" I don't mind lizards though, they eat insects. I hate insects more, especially mosquitoes. Little cousin in my room playing iPad, he had the consideration to announce he farted after I complained of the sudden rush of smell in my room one time too many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actually I don't know what the fuck I'm writing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mind is blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have the mood to put pictures today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On Friday. Yes on Friday. Went to Mist at Bangsar. Annie was supposed to bring us in but they cancelled and switched plans last minute. Went in the end, because of Sim Kuan's insistence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happened because SK's college friends was able to bring us in. That's nice. I keep thinking SK is Jennifer now. "Hi, I'm Jennifer". "Hi, I'm Jennifer". "Hi, I'm Jennifer". "Hi, I'm Jennifer". Hearing it so many times, kinda gets caught up in your head, doesn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mist was just like what Sizo said, a bigger version of Movida. But the people dress up more seriously there. The thing I dulan, no dance platforms- only dance floor. I suppose they have a stage where you can dance, but nobody really dances there. Unless they feel really high, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was a girl on stage wearing white tank top and platform heels that were at least 6", getting the attention of the night. Top of her bra and bottom of the panties, revealed. Heard a guy behind me saying, "Hui geh bo hou lan dai arh!". Literally, her boobs **** **** big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed for a while, then left. More like a night to survey what Mist is like. I think it would be fun, if there was the party mood. And we went back to Giza again. Beer Factory. And Saturday, again. S.O.S. ***** ** saturdays. I think Jennie should be able to get this. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I need to tone down. Less of that. Thing. And do more decent. Things. I don't know. Me feeling lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what the fuck I'm doing when I'm dancing. But it's always what I do, post-alcohol. Also sometimes when I'm bored with an iPod and a mirror. But the first I got tips, I dragged my friends on stage. It was like. Instinct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3HTkNLHrgI/TzCMwUoX8QI/AAAAAAAAEpE/v8nBya0YGXY/s1600/tumblr_lsp5uxXUtX1qhi3dko1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3HTkNLHrgI/TzCMwUoX8QI/AAAAAAAAEpE/v8nBya0YGXY/s320/tumblr_lsp5uxXUtX1qhi3dko1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When happiness was a rainbow, you taught me to wait for the rain to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When the rain never ceased, you taught me the art of dancing in the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When sadness was the sea, you taught me how to swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When fear was a towering mountain, you taught me to climb over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When doubts were my nightmares, you told me I can always wake up from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When hope was as far as the skies, you taught me there's always rockets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When waiting became painful, you told me some things are worth waiting for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When love came in a hug, you taught me to have my arms wide open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When passion was an oil lamp, you taught me to never stop adding the fuel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;???? Lol. I couldn't sleep. I had an hour of nap. I woke up and remember I hadn't finish my blog. While I was awake I kept thinking about things other people taught me. The first one was- When sadness was the sea. That one, I read it from Tumblr. The others, I wrote them in my heart. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am very bored, and I realize I need to get myself straight after Penang trip. Actually, I've used a lot of things before this. After SPM. Then after New Year's. Then after Chinese New Year's. Boy it never fucking ends for procrastination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Things I'm interested with right now? All very... haolian. Vain. Dressing up. Taking photos. Hanging out with friends. Make it sound nicer? Fashion design. Photography. Mass communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had my last yee sang on the last day of Chinese New Year. Life is good so far.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time for breakfast, I can't remember the last time I literally had breakfast, before afternoon came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/7381697741588373438-2220859200131413098?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/2220859200131413098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/02/cnys-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/2220859200131413098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/2220859200131413098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/02/cnys-over.html' title='CNY&apos;s over'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ahmykzm_Mo/Ty_VG2qPS4I/AAAAAAAAEos/XWGgpVHsjqM/s72-c/SAM_5315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-2366152940757373428</id><published>2012-02-02T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:53:33.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a girl is not a liability</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9WkFCqhKOk/TyqbDIlwbhI/AAAAAAAAEoc/sejSlFlmRtU/s1600/SAM_5277_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9WkFCqhKOk/TyqbDIlwbhI/AAAAAAAAEoc/sejSlFlmRtU/s400/SAM_5277_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every teenager must know how to scheme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The best memories come from the naughtiest ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Young and free, don't be afraid to do what you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good grief I hate pussies who never fight for what they want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HOW CAN YOU LET LIFE GO BY LIKE THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What got me thinking? Friends are asking for permission to go on Penang trip recently, turn out almost all the guys on and all of the girls have problem. Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Simply despise gender disparity. One of the fucking worse things to hear is when you ask someone why you can't do something, and they reply- "Because you're a girl". Dumbfuck. Being a girl is not a liability; not an excuse for you to say I can't do it. Please get this straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But. I do understand that parents worry their girls get taken advantage of and whatnot. Sleepover, automatically think- "OH SHE MUST BE HAVING SEX".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guys? Guys sleepover nothing, won't get taken advantage. Like the acception by society of guys having sex with mutiple partners, but not when it comes to girls. The theory? A key that opens many locks is good, but a lock that is opened by many keys... not so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Course, this is just metaphorically-speaking. In this day and time, the thinking is you're willing I'm willing, no one is really a victim of anything. The lock was opened, because it was willing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But honestly. If you want to live a life without danger, you have not lived at all. Don't drive, you'll get accident. Don't go work, you'll get fired. Don't get pregnant, you'll get miscarriage. Don't go vacations, you'll get misfortunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You get my point? Can't do a fucking thing, if you are always afraid of the odds. There are always risks. Doesn't mean you can use it as an excuse. You want to do what? Stay at home all the fucking time?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't mind facing consequences from my choices, at least I suffered on my own accord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Better to die on my own will than live by someone else's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-2366152940757373428?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/2366152940757373428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/02/being-girl-is-not-liability.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/2366152940757373428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/2366152940757373428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/02/being-girl-is-not-liability.html' title='Being a girl is not a liability'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9WkFCqhKOk/TyqbDIlwbhI/AAAAAAAAEoc/sejSlFlmRtU/s72-c/SAM_5277_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-7715316566660229788</id><published>2012-01-28T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:23:22.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjwPyYgZp3s/TyMikdyOQYI/AAAAAAAAEmA/Z5aKXSOyInI/s1600/IMG_1977_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjwPyYgZp3s/TyMikdyOQYI/AAAAAAAAEmA/Z5aKXSOyInI/s640/IMG_1977_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello! Did a lot of visiting for the first week of CNY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lemme do a playback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44hb-jk8IgA/TyMjAP-BmiI/AAAAAAAAEmI/OzpxlWdeId4/s1600/IMG_2012_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44hb-jk8IgA/TyMjAP-BmiI/AAAAAAAAEmI/OzpxlWdeId4/s640/IMG_2012_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.gif" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mostly it was visiting Open House with Sim Kuan and Xuan. It works like a chain. You go to an open house, and then someone who's at that open house tells you they have an open house tomorrow. And then the same thing repeats the day after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Friday one was Jason Koh's open house at Sierramas. He even made an event on FB lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His house is opposite the clubhouse/community, they were having buffet at the clubhouse. The food was yummy. Potato salad. Pasta. Chicken wings. Went poolside. Saw a couple. Supposedly a couple. It looked like a swimming instructor teaching a housewife how to swim. And then just like it the movies, things start looking not so innocent. &lt;strike&gt;theylookedliketheywerehavingsexwtfbbq&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Xuan and I guessed they aren't official couple, but an underground affair sort. Because they looked like they're doing something forbidden and eager to get it done quick. Somemore if official no need to do in pool so desperate la right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAH. Oh boy. I love to gossip. Should mind my own business, but everyone is curious. Need to stay on top of current affairs. AFFAIRS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3C4zOHNtpQg/TyMk-Pj-p8I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/hyI4t_eiEYo/s1600/IMG_2035_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3C4zOHNtpQg/TyMk-Pj-p8I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/hyI4t_eiEYo/s640/IMG_2035_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This way us at Sunway SPK. For second round. After Jason Koh's place, we went to Kha Weng's open house at Puchong. The other half who didn't want to drive so far went to Jason Chin's house. Oh yeh. It's Qi Yao's birthday today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Three cars went. Vinoth led the way with his GPS. The indian drives like crazy. The first time I sat his car, I said "Ding told me you drive like a dog." Vinoth answered, "Dog but pro, dog but pro right?". Scary cars to sit in? Daniel, Ding, Vinoth. Because they are aggressive, they floor the pedal like it's meant to be flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I sat in Rysher's car with Xuan and Sim Kuan. Props to Rysher for being able to tail Vinoth. Jason Koh drove his car, he lost sight of our car when he had to wait for Chun Moon. Chun Moon drove, but in the end lazy to go. So he u-turned. LOL?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I counted. Going back took almost 25 minutes. Rysher was doing 120km/h, most of the time. The si oh gui so fast. Cut in zig zags not curves. Sohem. Three cars with P in a line. So fun. Sim Kuan and I took turns aiming the laser at Ding during traffic lights. Ding drove Jason Koh's car. Ding the G.O.D. God of Dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2dqgichgnk/TyMmp04CSHI/AAAAAAAAEmc/qEe35WVMgr8/s1600/IMG_2059_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="564" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2dqgichgnk/TyMmp04CSHI/AAAAAAAAEmc/qEe35WVMgr8/s640/IMG_2059_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Second round at Kha Weng's house was this, again. Gamble, gamble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They played blackjack. In-between. Ngau. Usually I just watch. It would be interesting to play, but honestly. Scared to play with them. I want to try, not seriously bet. But the guys are all steady. Lose means lose. They don't say things like "it's just a game. no need to take things so seriously." And refuse to pay up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Weng Hock and Ding lost a lot. Daniel won the most. The pile is mostly a hundred or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But Ding likes to pay up to the dealer in a very demeaning way. Throw one buck- "Give you to buy roti telur." "Give you to buy ais kosong dua."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeh, before that we had tomyam steamboat and BBQ satay. The satay was hard to cook. Sim Kuan kneeling over the grill in her maxi. I'm responsible for eating only ^^ CNY, a lot of food and ang pau. Chinese people's new year so nice. And long. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What I aim for in people's house. Pineapple tarts. Nga ku. Cookies. Bandaraya come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And that was the end of Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-algi3v9mP-0/TyMoqd946kI/AAAAAAAAEmk/EdTZkkAwRbs/s1600/IMG_1997_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-algi3v9mP-0/TyMoqd946kI/AAAAAAAAEmk/EdTZkkAwRbs/s640/IMG_1997_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday was Lester's Open House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRzhz2J7-Q4/TyMo5sf4zcI/AAAAAAAAEms/VXczM1-a6PU/s1600/IMG_1881_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRzhz2J7-Q4/TyMo5sf4zcI/AAAAAAAAEms/VXczM1-a6PU/s640/IMG_1881_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Camwhored a lot that day. Had the mood. Because we were in a shopping complex- Bangsar Shopping Centre. It felt so familiar. Then I remembered. Used to go there often for dinner at COCA. Thai steamboat. Pineapple rice. Stuffed prawn. OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I drove, Xuan led the way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quite a lot of people went. Science 1 people whom I haven't seen in a while. Fitri. Nam. Siew Wah. Lester's mummy was nice. She dresses up well. Asian women age like fine wine. Caucasians look really hot when they're in their teens, until their thirties.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lester's parents were treating. But we had to go. Ate at Japanese restaurant instead. Everytime when clueless of what to eat, I'll suggest Japanese. Actually when they're not clueless also I'll suggest Japanese. HOW CAN YOU GO WRONG?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYYYVTNph00/TyMq4FUlDfI/AAAAAAAAEm0/QxefMM0mW9A/s1600/page1_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYYYVTNph00/TyMq4FUlDfI/AAAAAAAAEm0/QxefMM0mW9A/s640/page1_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love Japanese food. It is sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kuriya Japanese Restaurant. Chose it from the directory. The first thing that sounded obviously Japanese. ^^ Their starter was nice. Salmon. YUM. Chinese restaurants give peanuts. THIS ONE SALMON YOU KNOW. I was very hungry that time. Dinner was first meal of the day. Or night. Living day and night in reverse. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I ordered Unagi steamed rice. If there was Salmon and there was Unagi.. I'd go for Unagi! :D Tempura Udon. Spider Temaki. Gyoza. All these very nice. My tummy will always have space for Japanese food. I like it a lot because it's salty and colourful and yummy. And healthy. I have a thing for salty shit but most of them are unhealthy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What happened... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpP2lc1ajE4/TyMr0b38N2I/AAAAAAAAEm8/ZV1tdAn3nK4/s1600/IMG_1907_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpP2lc1ajE4/TyMr0b38N2I/AAAAAAAAEm8/ZV1tdAn3nK4/s640/IMG_1907_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Xuan possessed by Adriana Lima. She has watched one too many VS fashion shows. Sim Kuan channeling her swag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vzcjeBUBhhU/TyMsjdlsx5I/AAAAAAAAEnE/RRHSGrCq0ww/s1600/tumblr_ly6y0y4RpD1r85ekko1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vzcjeBUBhhU/TyMsjdlsx5I/AAAAAAAAEnE/RRHSGrCq0ww/s640/tumblr_ly6y0y4RpD1r85ekko1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her job is to be sexy. #winliao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05Rg3fwIFjc/TyMszpYx_-I/AAAAAAAAEnM/3C_phpLy_qo/s1600/IMG_1896_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05Rg3fwIFjc/TyMszpYx_-I/AAAAAAAAEnM/3C_phpLy_qo/s640/IMG_1896_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE SIGN IS FOR. Pose only. To the left, to the right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The woman in it posed very sensually. Xuan had the idea to emulate her. The sign was in front of a restaurant. Had to do it quick to avoid funny looks. Trololo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88C4Uh7trfo/TyMtP5ynTeI/AAAAAAAAEnU/S-_O4bKGqtM/s1600/IMG_1894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88C4Uh7trfo/TyMtP5ynTeI/AAAAAAAAEnU/S-_O4bKGqtM/s640/IMG_1894.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Made Sim Kuan and I laughed. Until liddis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxJRCeLdlz4/TyMtd1phNVI/AAAAAAAAEnc/t3f5kEafLVU/s1600/Tinkerbell-Wallpaper-tinkerbell-6616553-1024-768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxJRCeLdlz4/TyMtd1phNVI/AAAAAAAAEnc/t3f5kEafLVU/s640/Tinkerbell-Wallpaper-tinkerbell-6616553-1024-768.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I was Tinkerbell that night you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dS4_0A1t7RY/TyMt6ZdmPTI/AAAAAAAAEnk/YfEnNBzuELw/s1600/IMG_1921_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dS4_0A1t7RY/TyMt6ZdmPTI/AAAAAAAAEnk/YfEnNBzuELw/s640/IMG_1921_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More of being perasan. Xuan's fingers started getting itchy. POINT, POINT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4BX_PWth1s/TyMuH6e3wgI/AAAAAAAAEns/fuqYCy8fIDQ/s1600/IMG_1924_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4BX_PWth1s/TyMuH6e3wgI/AAAAAAAAEns/fuqYCy8fIDQ/s640/IMG_1924_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2pwZlmSfPmE/TyMuL7A5olI/AAAAAAAAEn0/Gx7fMs3qMRE/s1600/IMG_1938_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2pwZlmSfPmE/TyMuL7A5olI/AAAAAAAAEn0/Gx7fMs3qMRE/s640/IMG_1938_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How can I lose. Perasan is good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Avoiding imaginary puddles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner, followed car by car again to get to Lester's house. This time was Vincent leading the way, fresh from getting his P. Finally. They gambled again, I snacked on pineapple tarts again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Xuan asked if we wanted to visit her relatives. Why not. Sim Kuan stayed though, to GAMBLE! So Ding, Rysher, Xuan and I left. Ding one car, with Rysher driving. I drove my own car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rysher was supposed to lead the way. GPS. Drove like babi, never stay in lane. Very gan jiong tailing people you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsaxYa4iDhU/TyMvYp23L6I/AAAAAAAAEn8/F7zxBjU5Jo8/s1600/tumblr_lwa2xb2ZTR1qlo9hgo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsaxYa4iDhU/TyMvYp23L6I/AAAAAAAAEn8/F7zxBjU5Jo8/s640/tumblr_lwa2xb2ZTR1qlo9hgo1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I felt liddis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Serious leh. Highway plus Tokyo Drift soundtrack music as background. I like driving on highways. Kepong damn mafan. Housing area damn mafan. Little bit little bit traffic light. Little bit little bit speedbump. DIU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then after a while Xuan knew the way. So time to cut Rysher. Lucky not Ding driving, he cannot lose one. Sohem. I didn't know how fast I was going. Look back, suddenly, 140 already. Highway nice ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I dreamt I was driving taxi you know. Gan jiong. !@#$% Change gear! With Sim Kuan and Xuan as my passengers! I miss driving manual. Haha. NO LA ACTUALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday and Tuesday was going to King Jiat's ahma house. Tuesday was that, plus Wai Khong's open house. OKOK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's it for today! HAVE FUN PEEPO! HEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-7715316566660229788?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/7715316566660229788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/open-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/7715316566660229788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/7715316566660229788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjwPyYgZp3s/TyMikdyOQYI/AAAAAAAAEmA/Z5aKXSOyInI/s72-c/IMG_1977_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-2315627344478533822</id><published>2012-01-24T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:30:50.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bentong</title><content type='html'>Today's balik kampung trip + camwhoring trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I serious? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukPsEIhpm5Q/Tx2LcH_1rfI/AAAAAAAAEjg/_VgBTUxs9HQ/s1600/SAM_5119_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukPsEIhpm5Q/Tx2LcH_1rfI/AAAAAAAAEjg/_VgBTUxs9HQ/s640/SAM_5119_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fucking serious weyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 6 in the morning, had to get up 6 hours later. But not bad, got at least 6 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing my dad did when he saw me? He whacked me for not wearing new clothes and scolded me for not buying some. WHAT. Since when does he notice such things. And then, got the first ang pau of the year. His ang pau is thicker than all of the other angpaus. Combined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pau is of course valued based on quality rather than quantity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EnTgW4cAcno/Tx2MdZk1sHI/AAAAAAAAEjo/oAkyjEIbbj4/s1600/SAM_5074_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EnTgW4cAcno/Tx2MdZk1sHI/AAAAAAAAEjo/oAkyjEIbbj4/s640/SAM_5074_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one. Is my hometown. Always the same pondok which greets us. Bentong, Pahang! Chi Cheng comes from the same place too! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wait actually that's my dad's hometown since I've never actually lived there. I used to find it tiring to balik kampung. But now that I think about it. At least I have a kampung to balik!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFRIGq7vysg/Tx2M3MJuVkI/AAAAAAAAEjw/FuC-QLZIJ9s/s1600/SAM_5080_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFRIGq7vysg/Tx2M3MJuVkI/AAAAAAAAEjw/FuC-QLZIJ9s/s640/SAM_5080_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reaching there. Don't know precisely how long it took to go there. But coming back, that took almost an hour. Dad was mostly doing 120km/h.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Typical road bully on the road. Kept tailing the car in front of him until it moves to the left. To the left, to the left. And when they don't, he horns. Diao. And his leg is close to the signal lever. Sometimes he uses his leg to "kick stop" the lever. His trademark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I am glad it was not a hatchback. My car, qiyao's car, theng loo's car. Hatchback car makes your back hurts if you're sitting at the back. DESIGN PROBLEM! MINI, Fiesta, Golf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And that hill shown through the windscreen is actually a hill of tombs. Cemetery. Graveyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ka7Em8Ivdic/Tx2N1xq5vtI/AAAAAAAAEj4/4V6VJ7Q3ges/s1600/SAM_5083_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ka7Em8Ivdic/Tx2N1xq5vtI/AAAAAAAAEj4/4V6VJ7Q3ges/s640/SAM_5083_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere near relative's house. That relative is my grandfather's brother's house. I had the creeps editing this photo. Creepy to live so close to the deceased, but then again. Bones are buried everywhere. Just less conspicuously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlFmsbAvJpo/Tx2OaBtH6LI/AAAAAAAAEkA/syuVluass1Q/s1600/SAM_5131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlFmsbAvJpo/Tx2OaBtH6LI/AAAAAAAAEkA/syuVluass1Q/s640/SAM_5131.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;KID! There are 8 more copies of him. Nice pose yeh. They're curious of everything. Scrabbles we play, magazines we read. But no I won't look down on people who live in kampung. We're entertained by technology and play what we're given. Them, they make what they play. Sometimes having too much of a good thing is not so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I meant 8 more copies as in there are 9 of these kids in the house. ALL BOYS. Two fathers, they're brothers. Confusing?? Elder brother has five sons, younger brother the other four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of youngsters riding in motorbikes. Cina rempit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_hALGf2hxE/Tx2Pz7T7Q8I/AAAAAAAAEkI/oS81qtYJCBo/s1600/SAM_5142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_hALGf2hxE/Tx2Pz7T7Q8I/AAAAAAAAEkI/oS81qtYJCBo/s640/SAM_5142.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin I'm closest with, her name is Yvonne. ^^ Younger than me by a year, but taller than me like at least six inches. I think she's about 5'8'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTDPHCE6V7I/Tx2QPxSKhpI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/jCrCn-jCCBg/s1600/SAM_5133_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTDPHCE6V7I/Tx2QPxSKhpI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/jCrCn-jCCBg/s640/SAM_5133_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She takes pretty pictures! MUAHAHA! She thinks it's odd that I don't feel odd camwhoring in public. ??? Honestly, I don't feel shameful/awkward when camwhoring in public. It is as natural as breathing air. Lucky my cousin has never seen Xuan camwhoring. VS woh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_GYhYyvrn1A/Tx2Q-JIX63I/AAAAAAAAEkY/sNOSGvsAfhY/s1600/SAM_5153_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_GYhYyvrn1A/Tx2Q-JIX63I/AAAAAAAAEkY/sNOSGvsAfhY/s640/SAM_5153_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdzlj9lR1Bk/Tx2Rx3mXGcI/AAAAAAAAEkg/wGzILyJQCok/s1600/SAM_5095_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="394" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdzlj9lR1Bk/Tx2Rx3mXGcI/AAAAAAAAEkg/wGzILyJQCok/s640/SAM_5095_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGIjN5Ykxtw/Tx2R8yWA7JI/AAAAAAAAEko/ndUGD1wRWVI/s1600/SAM_5160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGIjN5Ykxtw/Tx2R8yWA7JI/AAAAAAAAEko/ndUGD1wRWVI/s640/SAM_5160.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Many many trees. Rare sight in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But. I don't think I can live in undevoloped areas. I want big cities where we huddle in big crowds. Faces everywhere. Access to international brands. Posh venues to parade new outfits. Countless stretches of make believe runway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RrZh6FjJII/Tx2TE33C28I/AAAAAAAAEkw/Dy32UnJcLck/s1600/tumblr_lwgjdkQKKK1r3pbzro1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RrZh6FjJII/Tx2TE33C28I/AAAAAAAAEkw/Dy32UnJcLck/s640/tumblr_lwgjdkQKKK1r3pbzro1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YOU KNOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZMvJBSv2A0/Tx2TWwZJHEI/AAAAAAAAEk4/Mrxw593dGf8/s1600/SAM_5130_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZMvJBSv2A0/Tx2TWwZJHEI/AAAAAAAAEk4/Mrxw593dGf8/s640/SAM_5130_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Story of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The adults mostly gambled. They were playing poker. Nice to watch them yell at each other. Some of them are afraid to take risks, some try to make the bet bigger and bigger. Grandma was inside telling stories. Of a girl she knew who got stabbed after she dumped her boyfriend. And a lot of stories. They could turn into a never-ending saga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeh. What makes a good photo? The photographer, the object, the camera. And the editing. Let me show you the magic of editing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQV0aeR5bc4/Tx2UXlzTsRI/AAAAAAAAElQ/EaqUM4-Byrc/s1600/SAM_5085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQV0aeR5bc4/Tx2UXlzTsRI/AAAAAAAAElQ/EaqUM4-Byrc/s640/SAM_5085.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AFTER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goSb-0xUMIA/Tx2UjN86yJI/AAAAAAAAElY/teKqnbzJun8/s1600/SAM_5085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goSb-0xUMIA/Tx2UjN86yJI/AAAAAAAAElY/teKqnbzJun8/s640/SAM_5085.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's like polishing a diamond. And that's an important process because no one is interested in a diamond which does not sparkle. Editing is not hard. If you have good taste and instincts to begin with. Download whatever software looks interesting and fiddle with it. Photoshop, photoscape, mei tu xiu xiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Above done only with Photoscape. Meituxiuxiu I like using it to make funky and vain pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CfckGN36XVg/Tx2VGv04vRI/AAAAAAAAElg/1bcqJ3tWGmk/s1600/SAM_5155_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CfckGN36XVg/Tx2VGv04vRI/AAAAAAAAElg/1bcqJ3tWGmk/s640/SAM_5155_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="512" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In a playground in a slide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyu2HuSiWd0/Tx2VV6cx6rI/AAAAAAAAElw/0o7esqKR6KU/s1600/SAM_5086_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyu2HuSiWd0/Tx2VV6cx6rI/AAAAAAAAElw/0o7esqKR6KU/s640/SAM_5086_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I was growing up, my knees were magnets for scars. The one on my left leg was left by Ngo Jun Wen. From Standard 4. She was cheeky from young, wanted to play impromptu hide and seek with Phui Man. Phui Man looked in our direction. She panicked. Ran. I was in front of her. Landed on the tarmac. Cipet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But you know. Flaws are a part of yourself. Bad can turn to good. But the scar on my knee... I don't know how it can be useful?!!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b99yjwMfpMQ/Tx2Wvo4B-CI/AAAAAAAAEl4/nO90PEd61LE/s1600/SAM_5163_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b99yjwMfpMQ/Tx2Wvo4B-CI/AAAAAAAAEl4/nO90PEd61LE/s640/SAM_5163_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And don't say the people there don't know English. They do! Our favourite four-letter word, as shown on the slide. Also surprised to find wi-fi in the house. But too lazy. Phone is always running on data. And peepo please update your iPhone to iOS5. iMessage is fun! Apple's version of BBM. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today's blog post is mainly to show pictures. Because I think in pictures. NO LAH BRAIN NOT WORKING PROPERLY can't type elaborately. Effects of waking up early. Trololo! I still want Pen MINI. I realize that I still do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ang pau! Ang pau! Come to me baby! Come to me dear! I will keep you safely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy CNY! BAI! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-2315627344478533822?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/2315627344478533822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/bentong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/2315627344478533822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/2315627344478533822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/bentong.html' title='Bentong'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukPsEIhpm5Q/Tx2LcH_1rfI/AAAAAAAAEjg/_VgBTUxs9HQ/s72-c/SAM_5119_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-7061729011729497457</id><published>2012-01-22T06:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T06:43:02.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwetty in Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FxcSLnHsSlc/Txs0SvO-6cI/AAAAAAAAEiw/4DEmAWX38Vw/s1600/tumblr_lxhxcmV8ms1qfb46yo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FxcSLnHsSlc/Txs0SvO-6cI/AAAAAAAAEiw/4DEmAWX38Vw/s640/tumblr_lxhxcmV8ms1qfb46yo1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The sea. Describe it in three words. Its characteristics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's... free. Full of possibilities, and a little unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They say that those three words is what you think about life. Some quiz-psychologically related thingy. I liked doing those when I was a kid. Heck, I love doing those even now. Old habits die hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5 o clock in da morning!~ 3 minutes to 6am. Can't sleep. Sohem. Was super sleepy in the afternoon and then super awake at night. Putting day and night in reverse. I promise myself to register college after CNY and before March ends. New chapter of life. 2011 is so last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And plan trip. I hate it when things get postponed- forever. That's why I hate the word, "next time". WHAT YOU MEAN NEXT TIME?! DO IT NAW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdBVAaZs7BY/Txs1xiDYWHI/AAAAAAAAEi4/jQcrDjCyuwg/s1600/401625_10150501551211448_669776447_9033285_997414069_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdBVAaZs7BY/Txs1xiDYWHI/AAAAAAAAEi4/jQcrDjCyuwg/s640/401625_10150501551211448_669776447_9033285_997414069_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Friday was going to Giza for Chloe's birthday. Spontaneous thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wore this pink dress from Fahrenheit, its first time out of the closet. Sim Kuan was the one who picked it, she asked me to try it. It fits. I thought it looked like some casino girl thing with the heart-shaped front and peplum. I like dresses with peplum. Big hips but somehow the extra volume flatters it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sim Kuan and Xuan were coming back from Kimmarie at SS2. Xuan's idea- I didn't go because I didn't feel like cutting my hair. I hadn't cut my hair since... a long time. Longer than I remember. Half a year maybe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHOSKhRT-7o/Txs3DERn_xI/AAAAAAAAEjA/0gMJAHMJV2M/s1600/167677_10150108596618001_723183000_6465548_4077513_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHOSKhRT-7o/Txs3DERn_xI/AAAAAAAAEjA/0gMJAHMJV2M/s640/167677_10150108596618001_723183000_6465548_4077513_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How I look like with short hair. A few people told me I looked better with long hair while I was having short hair. I was like, DENG I LIKE LA. Because... I have this stupid attitude where the more you don't want me to do something, the more I fucking want to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeh, coincidentally this was how I spent CNY with friends last year. Funny plan, really. Called everyone to meet up at Jun Wen's house then go DPC and visit all our friend's houses there to get ang pau. So shameless. Lol ^^ I feel bad for the parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/02/bomb-jun-wens-house.html"&gt;http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/02/bomb-jun-wens-house.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THE BLOG POST FOR THAT DAY. Trololo! How come I wrote so little last time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This always happens. Dress not nice, think very nice. Wrote litte, think it's a lot. A case of over-estimation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year? Sy and Kj do gathering. Genting? Penang? Wtf? I dunno. Need organizers, and sometimes it's just talk talk talk and not much getting done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH YEH BACK TO PRESENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCFbau-XNH0/Txs4_dhhi5I/AAAAAAAAEjI/1aeQ3BY5tiI/s1600/395967_10150501534246448_669776447_9033160_507810460_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCFbau-XNH0/Txs4_dhhi5I/AAAAAAAAEjI/1aeQ3BY5tiI/s640/395967_10150501534246448_669776447_9033160_507810460_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Xuan was not so pleased with the results of the salon trip. Too short for her. But I think it looks fine. Yeh, hair is very important. It can take ages or add years to your face. Make you uglier or up your attractiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sk has to drive back and forth, so cham! I don't like driving when going to places like Giza because the main point in Giza is to drink and you can't do that if you drink. I swear not to touch my car if I even feel a touch of tipsy-ness coming. I don't mind taking taxi. Bring pepper spray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've figured out why I loathe driving sometimes. As in to be the designated driver of the day. Because I hate waiting and responsibilities. Driving with passengers comes with both of it. HAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xnCcIV8hN2A/Txs6EZQ9rVI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/rhLAH4ykWZk/s1600/399745_10150501548426448_669776447_9033264_1353250368_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xnCcIV8hN2A/Txs6EZQ9rVI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/rhLAH4ykWZk/s640/399745_10150501548426448_669776447_9033264_1353250368_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="472" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;MINI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I have this habit of making myself look pissed off or "WTF you want?" when taking photos. Because. I'm lazy to smile, scared to risk making my eyes look smaller. So easiest method is just stare at the camera and stone away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We thought we arrived quite late to Giza but they arrived... even later. First ones we saw were Daniel and Ding, then Wendy and her Andy. Sim Kuan was hungry so we ate at Fullhouse. As you can tell by the car. ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then Yi Han and Eeinn came. Went up to Beer Factory and Chloe and the gang was there. Yeh, the ON bunch of Form Fours. I like seeing them dress up. Such a big gang, I wish there were more in my batch! Guys who ON- plenty, girls who like to go out- just a few. Or they want to out, but can't. But... on the other hand it looks like there's less ON guys in their batch. So I guess life is fair. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So fast CNY is here. Yeh. Living life like a train with no destination. HAVEN'T APPLY FOR THE DESTINATION.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm kinda afraid I have this curse of being really good at something at first then leveling off and staying there. :( When I do something, I have this passion of wanting to be good at it and I manage to get hold of things quickly. But when the passion dies off... that's when I get worried.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I. Miss Chuckie a lot. It didn't hit me so hard at first but I feel like there's a gap without him. :( He will always be my one true dog. Irreplaceable. Forever number one in my heart. Other dogs I may have in the future, maybe they will hold the same place as Chuckie. The MAX. Never more than Chuckie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7qamLFIRwI/Txs9ViShLSI/AAAAAAAAEjY/HZOWAIox07w/s1600/034_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7qamLFIRwI/Txs9ViShLSI/AAAAAAAAEjY/HZOWAIox07w/s640/034_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I MISS YOUUUUU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I tell you lah girl's emotional state is a very precarious thing. Sometimes a small thing will make us cry while other times a small thing will keep us happy for hours. Now I am a bit on the emo side and spouting crap on my blog, but nevermind, that is what it's for. Noo don't worry I don't get emo for long I'll smile before you have to ask me to cheer up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What I do when I can't sleep. Eat. Read. Blog. Fb. Pictures. My little pony. 9gag. Tumblr. Stalk friend's blogs. Stalk blogger's blogs. Phone calls. Twitter. Music. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dance in front of mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blog, done. Find other things to entertain myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bye peepo! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-7061729011729497457?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/7061729011729497457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/pwetty-in-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/7061729011729497457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/7061729011729497457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/pwetty-in-pink.html' title='Pwetty in Pink'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FxcSLnHsSlc/Txs0SvO-6cI/AAAAAAAAEiw/4DEmAWX38Vw/s72-c/tumblr_lxhxcmV8ms1qfb46yo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-6102185187231224582</id><published>2012-01-20T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T04:20:53.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1U &amp; 1U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9q3fgzyXDhE/TxgyNFBZ1AI/AAAAAAAAEiM/AQU-w3rrgSY/s1600/SAM_4941_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9q3fgzyXDhE/TxgyNFBZ1AI/AAAAAAAAEiM/AQU-w3rrgSY/s640/SAM_4941_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HARROR!&amp;nbsp; ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think we look about thirteen there. Treasure yo youth! The fountain of youth will run out someday. And then the fountain of wisdom spurts forth instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to 1U on Wednesday and Thursday. Always 1U for outings. It's like when people ask you what to eat for dinner and you'll automatically say- "rice". Nowadays I'm used to spontaneous outings, no need plan. Just call me out on that day. Because we wake up late. Reverse now- the time I woke up for school is the time I go to sleep. The time I wake up is the time I come back from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Took taxi with Xuan. She couldn't get taxi around her area. Frustrasting sometimes, you have to spam shamelessly on the taxi hotline. Life. Nice having not to drive for a change. If I had a driver to fetch me to college everyday, life would be so sweet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;JAM? You want me to be stuck in a jam?! The thing is I hate waiting. It is pointless and I loathe doing things which are pointless. Being in a taxi felt a bit like high school all over again. Taking taxi to 1U after class on Fridays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Met up with Sim Kuan. She was really, really tired. 2 hours of sleep. I would never get out with 2 hours of sleep. I would skip college. SKIP! But.. successful people are always people who can stand lack of sleep. Rest? Wad is rest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZd8-bbCX3g/TxhDk1IeZhI/AAAAAAAAEiU/lygfKcFVJLg/s1600/SAM_4933_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZd8-bbCX3g/TxhDk1IeZhI/AAAAAAAAEiU/lygfKcFVJLg/s640/SAM_4933_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Outfit of the day, thrown together last minute. Skirt and bag from Jaspal. Shirt from Zara I think??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Must visit is Topshop. Cafe for Bestarians! Come and chat with yo friends! Xian Jiong. Rysher. Shian Wey dropped in. Xian Jiong says going Sunway is not that jam, only 20 minutes- if not peak hour. A very big IF. Xuan bought a denim bustier. Xian Jiong straightaway say, "put it under my name!". YEH COMISSION COME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also a very nice way to irritate sales-working friends is to push the cloths hangers together. Apparently, Topshop has this rule that each hanger must be a finger apart from each other. Easy access for customers when they want to grab clothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vincent came a while to take medicine which he left in Sim Kuan's bag. Yeh, suck thingy. He was with Lester. Do gym. Vincent looks like sohai in gym attire. Like he wanna beat people up but is clueless. Hi Vince if you're reading ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ate at Sushi Zanmai, as usual the food is great but service sucks. Typical of sushi chains. They need to upgrade, getting too popular. Food too slow, orders mixed up, long queues! !@#$%^ But yeh, can't help it. Food is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I finally bought something. Something sunny yellow, too. &amp;lt;3 MUAHAHAHAHAHHA! You know how bloody hard it is to find a proper yellow piece of garment. They all look aunty or mustard or too big. I DON'T KNOW! It's like they don't think young people wears yellow. Got from Kitschen. Kitschen is good. Clothes must be worn when fresh, when the novelty is there and you want to debut it. Otherwise it gets left behind in the wardrobe. Happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;??? That's about it I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOH6VhfItMw/TxhGIN1gfMI/AAAAAAAAEic/3Y-XE3BUYbk/s1600/underworld.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOH6VhfItMw/TxhGIN1gfMI/AAAAAAAAEic/3Y-XE3BUYbk/s640/underworld.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today was. Going to 1U. AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Picked up Ming Chun from McD, yeh, I don't mind fetching BSD area. ^^ BUT I DON'T LIKE WAKING UP EARLY!!! 8 o clock slept, 12 o clock gave me morning call!!@#$%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saw even MORE people today. Xian Jiong didn't come for work, so it's only Rysher at Topshop/man. Shao Yang was at 1U too with his parents. Can see he bought clothes until very happy. YEH. Ren rou ATM. So funny seeing him- papa stand with arms on hips at the cashier. SY does the same, but on the right side of the cashier at Renoma. He? He is the embodiment of #likeaboss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saw Vincent and Weng Hock. And Siew Wah and Poh Ee. They just came back from Genting wtf. Poh Ee still looks the same. Weng Hock's pattern now is not wearing specs. Less nerdy, but more "yam". He has this way of staring. DUNNO HOW TO EXPLAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Walked to Lalu boutique to find Guat Tyng. Like people-spotting tonight. Saw one, thought was her, but NO! Went out, went back in and there she was! The one with "kam mou"! Chitchat with her, but her manager stealing glances at us I think. Aiyo, diam la.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then saw Li Chen and Nazri at Lacoste. Li Chen slouched when she walks! Too tiring I guess! But it's useful to work! Saw Khar Yiep too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH YEH! Watched movie. Felt like I hadn't watched movie in the cinemas for a while. Underworld:Awakening. NICE LO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. But I'm biased. It's my type of genre. Supernatural, action, life-or-death. Movie or books, must have shit concerning life or death. You're not going to die, it's boring. Please put something risky in. Maybe that's why I like Marvel movies so much. Spy movies also nice! Undercover undercover! I SO YENG! Walk away from explosions, jump ten stories without breaking my back, kill without remorse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to watch Sherlock Homeless too. I thought it was off the theatres. Wondered watching another movie but it was getting late. NEXT TIME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Off to DPC next, meet up with Daniel. SO HAPPY TO SEE MEI YEN THERE MUAHAHA! Bumped into her. Eating at the Thai restaurant, can see outside. Daniel spotted- "Is that Mei Yen?" Ran and jumped in front of her. She everyday busy work work work work. Deng! Catched up with her for a while, then sent her off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Third round was Ming Chun being the host for supper. Host not easy you know. Ma de. Always the invited not the inviter. Have to make sure of everything. Then people blame you when things not right. BUT. Organizers are very important. No organizer means everyone diam diam stay at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went home after dinner at DPC, tired and I don't eat pork. Bat Kut Teh. Wai Khong's place. Vincent's suggestion. YEH, that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BAI! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-6102185187231224582?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/6102185187231224582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/1u-1u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/6102185187231224582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/6102185187231224582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/1u-1u.html' title='1U &amp; 1U'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9q3fgzyXDhE/TxgyNFBZ1AI/AAAAAAAAEiM/AQU-w3rrgSY/s72-c/SAM_4941_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-2811800719865922870</id><published>2012-01-18T06:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T03:53:35.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwp8UcNY5aI/TxXk0-3Z6xI/AAAAAAAAEg8/C2TzBcCKhko/s1600/183507_10150113917348001_723183000_6536579_7750644_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwp8UcNY5aI/TxXk0-3Z6xI/AAAAAAAAEg8/C2TzBcCKhko/s640/183507_10150113917348001_723183000_6536579_7750644_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="472" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly thought about school, and how we're never going back to the same as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The uniform is the trademark. Pukey green. Actually wearing a uniform is not that bad. We complain, but at least we don't have to think about what to wear each day. Proud to be Bestarian. Been there kindergarten(for a few months^^ cried a lot and went to Q'Dees), primary and secondary. A decade spent. People come and go and finally I'm the one to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I always buy super small size for the uniform. The size they give you, sohem, SO BIG. Not fat also become fat. Extra space covered by fabric, people think it's fats. Dad always gave me money and forced me to buy new shirt. Last straw was when my teacher forced me to buy shirt. ?!???!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_R8T1Tp54do/TxXl_f-TIcI/AAAAAAAAEhE/yvcjDhdqFjc/s1600/29976_394448204289_6f39174289_4382533_5788436_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="470" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_R8T1Tp54do/TxXl_f-TIcI/AAAAAAAAEhE/yvcjDhdqFjc/s640/29976_394448204289_6f39174289_4382533_5788436_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since as we grow older, our memory gets better (though after one point the graph gets inversely proportional). So what I remembered most was the last two years of high school life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Science 2. Sub-science. But I don't like to call it sub-science. Sounds like kelefeh. You know when you're in your class you'll feel like your class is&lt;i&gt; the one&lt;/i&gt;. All the happenings there, blabla. Macam yes. Oh yeh, there's always a catchy saying. Pattern duo duo. Diam la gou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I went into the wrong class, at least in terms of subjects I'm taken. Should've gone to Arts, I hate calculations and physics and chem has a shit load of 'em. But what is done is done, Science 2 is my class. MY CLASS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Form four? Hmm. I only know I'm nerd all the way until Form 5. HAHA! Lucky I saved myself on the last year of high school. I was always with Mei Yen. I miss laughing obnoxiously with her a little, eh heh. :) Lunch- mostly sat with the librarians. Sim Kuan, Yen Yi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Form four, I studied. Commerce was my favourite subject. I, very happy get the award for it. I'm the kind who does things because I enjoy it. If it's strictly business then I'll procrastinate no end. Also liked doing English essays, make up stories(shiok seeing my essay on last page of yearbook!^^). I likey freedom. FREE AS A BIRD, OHHH~! Free until forget to take keys/lock doors/do homework/sleep properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Class was a bit more dramatic. Maybe because we were immature. I loved seeing friends argue. Yeh, go battle it out! I SUPPORT! When there is a temper getting thrown, one of the person is at least Ding. Ding &amp;amp; Wei Kien. Throw rubbish bin. I GIVE YOU RUN. Ding &amp;amp; Vincent. Fight like monkeys. Ding &amp;amp; teachers. God of dogs and joker of class, yeh. Noisiest. When he is quiet, something is wrong. It's like saying a toaster is cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also is En Harri's (almost) daily "KIAO" sessions. Guys who didn't finish homework, say their prayers. Pinch armpit, hit crotch, gangbang. Was assistant monitor. Saying "CLASS STAND!", quite shiok sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2iWSMAUpHWA/TxXsmdMWU7I/AAAAAAAAEhM/GpQ0fGG6SeY/s1600/AjY51W3CAAAXF_d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2iWSMAUpHWA/TxXsmdMWU7I/AAAAAAAAEhM/GpQ0fGG6SeY/s640/AjY51W3CAAAXF_d.jpg" width="568" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On my birthday, finally asked my dad for a piano. Hesitant, afraid that I'm starting too late. But sometimes, you just have to go for it. Got exam cert from teacher today. The cert takes not weeks, but months. #daipai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Was very passionate at first. You know la, so impressed by myself that I can play piano, like a fascinated bimbo. My aim was to finish grade 8 in three years. People said impossible. BUT DON'T LISTEN WHAT THEY SAY! Just bang your head into what you wanna do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ngam ngam got distinction, didn't have time to start from Grade 1, straightaway went for Grade 5. People allot a year for one grade. Cipet, no time. Few months can la. Was rushy rushy because I was afraid I can't practise when I study overseas. NOW? STUDY? Wait la. Wait SPM results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nkXOrkeZyqQ" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Out of the many perfomances of pieces played. This is my favourite. Nostalgic. And a touch of arrogance. I can imagine how the pompous aristocrats lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And yeh. You must see how virtuoso pianists play. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_sfwsVbd4k"&gt;Like this.&lt;/a&gt; Sohem one. Sure practise at least four hours a day. Don't even think of reaching their level if you don't have that passion. Arthur Rubinstein, Vladimir Horowitz, Yundi Li, Evgeny Kissin. Among my favourites ^^ Composers, only one- Chopin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OKAY ENOUGH PIANO CRAP i know those of you who don't learn piano wouldn't bother reading it ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What else. I also went church every week. Now? I WANT TO, every week I keep that in mind. But when church ends, I'm still dead on the bed. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's the summary of Form Four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1ngM6V3TYg/TxXwnTHXvvI/AAAAAAAAEhU/uywDdwsX9dQ/s1600/307229_10150404x916287089_554967088_8342409_457531836_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="608" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1ngM6V3TYg/TxXwnTHXvvI/AAAAAAAAEhU/uywDdwsX9dQ/s640/307229_10150404x916287089_554967088_8342409_457531836_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Form Five, was learning how to embody the spirit of being #ForeverOn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Parties? Yes. Outings? Yes. Brunch? Yes. Dinner? Why not? I like going out because... things that can be done at home can be done anytime. Home is always there. Outings are not. I like hanging out with friends. I like observing how people act. I like dressing up. I like eating food. I like taking pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are many sides of a person. When they're at school. When they're at home. When they're hanging out with friends. When they're with their girlfriends/boyfriends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rA53sdg3wU/TxXyBc4eWxI/AAAAAAAAEhc/YaKHlxSxSNc/s1600/1162034_460s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rA53sdg3wU/TxXyBc4eWxI/AAAAAAAAEhc/YaKHlxSxSNc/s320/1162034_460s.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THIS ONE QUITE TRUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I would show you how I look like at home, but I scared you get scared oh. Tie hair and specs, swag wiped out. Grooming is very important too. Lucian, I don't want to hug it when it is dirty. After grooming? OH I'M ADMIRING THE INTENSITY OF YOUR FUR COLOUR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;?? There are a few phases. First was going to the first party of the year. Theng Loo's at Tao in Giza. The first one is the one that's most fun. Fresh, impact bigger. Now outing is as common as eating rice. Deng, outings includes eating rice too. And then went out with Siet Yen and Guat Tyng often. Sometimes Jun Wen too. Mixed with the out of school ones. I always wonder where they come from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rysher is same school with Ding last time and lives near Xian Jiong. Ming Chun is study at SSB primary before. Qi Yao is Chun Moon's friend. Tc Chong is. WHAT ALREADY AH. I forgot. AH YAH. He's close to Jason Chin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrated birthday party properly for the first time. Reserved a place at The Terrace at the Curve. Was also the night I got drunk for the first time. NO BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM PARENTS, MA DE. They gave me cash, used it up to pay for birthday dinner. TROLOLO. Fair enough :D I want friends more than money. So much money, so what? No friends to spend it with, go die better..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then Sim Kuan got her car. And she helped me to fly. Suddenly suddenly, come let's go makan! I'm glad my house is on the way.And then trials came. She got stressed for exams. And oh yeh around there I got my P! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FTh7jrPspxU/TxX0qqQ8dlI/AAAAAAAAEhk/LEI8aLHHaKo/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FTh7jrPspxU/TxX0qqQ8dlI/AAAAAAAAEhk/LEI8aLHHaKo/s640/017.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCQp5VaewV0/TxX0xDqqioI/AAAAAAAAEhs/XJyJMy9qz8Q/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCQp5VaewV0/TxX0xDqqioI/AAAAAAAAEhs/XJyJMy9qz8Q/s640/019.JPG" width="488" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actually at the beginning I thought I would be contented with a Myvi. One day looking at some car magazine I saw MINI, and my eyes were glued to it. I waited very desperately before finally getting the car. Yeh, having a car is exhilarating. Can go anywhere. So funny, before that, never have that kind of freedom. Want go out? "Dad can fetch me to..." or ask friends "can you pick me up on the way..." and beg like a dog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But after you have car, also be dog, just different kind. Because you need to fetch other people. A cycle. But mostly I plan. If got mood only drive. But sometimes no mood also need to drive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that was going to Xuan a lot, because she always says this, "You ON I ON". BWAHAHA. She can mix with most people. Open.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nearing SPM was not much study. Form Five was a honeymoon year for me. Because I dropped subjects. Accounts. Chemistry dropped half. Before hitting the ground, government asked us to take it back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGyRDnIK6wI/TxX2XAN_pMI/AAAAAAAAEh0/rYheGnbGPnQ/s1600/307229_10150404916287089_554967088_8342409_457531836_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="582" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGyRDnIK6wI/TxX2XAN_pMI/AAAAAAAAEh0/rYheGnbGPnQ/s640/307229_10150404916287089_554967088_8342409_457531836_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shao Yang is the jimui. He sat beside me for the most time this year. We talk crap all the time. He is the originator of yehdiu speech. Sometimes when he talks to yehdiu, I fling his pencil case away. One time I did it when teacher was teaching. Something offensive I took seriously, I forgot what. Classmates always have radar for drama happening. The go silent and just... watch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Weng hock is the dog. We all dogs. Together dog. Famous for his big mouth, when he smiles, not only can you see his teeth- his gums too. Oh yeh, Science 2 has little girls. Like four initially. Made me used to being around with guys but also made me more rough leh, diu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJhaQxd40f4/TxX3bhO8ekI/AAAAAAAAEh8/wtKSmHyWlUw/s1600/29976_394448204289_639174289_4382533_5788436_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJhaQxd40f4/TxX3bhO8ekI/AAAAAAAAEh8/wtKSmHyWlUw/s640/29976_394448204289_639174289_4382533_5788436_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yehdiuhai, fresh, meiyen, sietyen, junwen. Quite a lot of time spent with them. Yeh, school was fun. A good run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life was. Friends. Piano. Shopping. Drawing. Onlineing. Skyping. Driving. Outing. Party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNpf2d_neZk/TxX4CM8rSKI/AAAAAAAAEiE/bM3nnYPSpvA/s1600/SAM_0230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNpf2d_neZk/TxX4CM8rSKI/AAAAAAAAEiE/bM3nnYPSpvA/s640/SAM_0230.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brush up on drawing. You need the momentum. :( I don't want to do things, and level off at a certain level. NO!!! I must continuously strive to shoot upwards like a bamboo heading for the sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ogeh I dunno wad I'm talking. That's about it. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I miss Chuckie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-2811800719865922870?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/2811800719865922870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/reminscing-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/2811800719865922870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/2811800719865922870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/reminscing-school.html' title='Reminiscing school'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwp8UcNY5aI/TxXk0-3Z6xI/AAAAAAAAEg8/C2TzBcCKhko/s72-c/183507_10150113917348001_723183000_6536579_7750644_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-3834744917575850694</id><published>2012-01-15T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T06:08:12.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1u &amp; Theng Loo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aad7OjdtUwg/TxHxDzIt_HI/AAAAAAAAEeY/PGHTuRTxme0/s1600/374326_10150487027156448_669776447_8982595_333973148_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aad7OjdtUwg/TxHxDzIt_HI/AAAAAAAAEeY/PGHTuRTxme0/s640/374326_10150487027156448_669776447_8982595_333973148_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="430" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Harlow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to 1U on Friday. With Xuan, Ming Chun and Vincent. Met up with Lester, Ping Kuang and Sim Kuan along the way. HEHE. For second round!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oa0ndIzRf8/TxHyGHxzg2I/AAAAAAAAEeg/vBAW86HgFrY/s1600/387926_10150487031056448_669776447_8982616_1312619119_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oa0ndIzRf8/TxHyGHxzg2I/AAAAAAAAEeg/vBAW86HgFrY/s640/387926_10150487031056448_669776447_8982616_1312619119_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="408" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Outfit. Simple. Black and gold. Favourite ballerina-style LBD from Cotton On. ^^ Was in a hurry because I had to fetch everyone. I like wearing gold accessories, identical bangles pulled up on each arm as far as it can go. Yeh, accessories are important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zq4Cnm4wqn8/TxHzdAIQbsI/AAAAAAAAEeo/fjX35UfNCbY/s1600/tumblr_lxli82Mcdt1qmklvbo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zq4Cnm4wqn8/TxHzdAIQbsI/AAAAAAAAEeo/fjX35UfNCbY/s400/tumblr_lxli82Mcdt1qmklvbo1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Xuan was in shopping mode but I was in kiamsap mode. On the "give little spend all, give a lot keep all" theory. As usual, the place to shop is the row of highstreets- TopShop, Forever21, Pull&amp;amp;Bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeh! Saw Xian Jiong and Rysher at Topshop. The slaves in the house. Both of them, fallen sick now. HAHAHAHAH shit man. Xian Jiong is going The One too. If same classes, yeh, can take turns tumpang-ing each other. Friends with benefits. Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dylan was also in the shop, visiting his cousin apparently. Dylan has a sharp mouth, I like seeing Sim Kuan talk to him because she says worse things than Dylan do. BWAHAHAH ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEy2F4vQ54c/TxH0k_LI9cI/AAAAAAAAEew/zJ73M47PEeU/s1600/SAM_4889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEy2F4vQ54c/TxH0k_LI9cI/AAAAAAAAEew/zJ73M47PEeU/s320/SAM_4889.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also spotted was Li Chen at Lacoste, with Nazri there. She's the one in black top.*stalker photo* ^^ She's enjoying work, half-work half-fishing. HOHOHO!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then. Ate at Sushi Zanmai. There is always a long queue, it is understaffed and sometimes your order gets delayed. But it is forgiven on account of the good food it serves. Haven't got the opportunity to get bored of sushi yet. Jibai Xuan always gets to eat sushi but she says it can get boring. I'm wondering how is that possible. Yeh, on the other hand- not having too much of a good thing, is always a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite is Unagi Sushi. Hana Maki (thingy with salmon &amp;amp; mayo &amp;amp; ebiko). And udon. With sweet tofu and tempura prawn. And must have sweet sauce.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OM NYOM NYOM HEAVEN LIAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMq30GS14Dc/TxH1wDnNhyI/AAAAAAAAEe4/byejAevFYVI/s1600/377465_163875277049034_100002796872987_164359_1975604279_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMq30GS14Dc/TxH1wDnNhyI/AAAAAAAAEe4/byejAevFYVI/s640/377465_163875277049034_100002796872987_164359_1975604279_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Awkfix7uuHo/TxH1xotOClI/AAAAAAAAEfA/zX3Zjo-_PA4/s1600/378773_10150487031626448_669776447_8982620_2027436484_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Awkfix7uuHo/TxH1xotOClI/AAAAAAAAEfA/zX3Zjo-_PA4/s640/378773_10150487031626448_669776447_8982620_2027436484_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Afterwards the guys went to play pool. First thing I saw was Vincent striking the billiard ball out of the table. Chill la gou gou. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXLnr3izOnA/TxH2h_TImKI/AAAAAAAAEfI/OSZfITUq6bA/s1600/374293_10150487041281448_669776447_8982694_1571293059_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXLnr3izOnA/TxH2h_TImKI/AAAAAAAAEfI/OSZfITUq6bA/s640/374293_10150487041281448_669776447_8982694_1571293059_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbLXyw7DIc4/TxH2yZx99rI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/IpA1H0Grntg/s1600/393231_10150487036556448_669776447_8982655_611471711_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbLXyw7DIc4/TxH2yZx99rI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/IpA1H0Grntg/s640/393231_10150487036556448_669776447_8982655_611471711_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At night- we headed to Changkat Bukit Bintang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Changkat is this place where there's like two streets filled with pubs and clubs teeming with tourists. It got famous because Daniel kept promoting it. He practises DJ-ing there. "I tell you, this place DAMN ON IN KL. You should go there sometimes blabalalbaablala". Trololo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After Daniel brought SY there, SY kept wanting to go there. The beer and the tourists. Pubs everywhere. SY that dude, getting addicted to drinking liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone met at DPC. Ming Chun went home. SY fetched Daniel to DPC with Theng Loo's "Victoria Polo" (??!?). Qi Yao was there with his Ford Fiesta. Ping Kuang with his Harrier, so dirty. Like it hasn't come in contact with clean water for years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Qi Yao and Ping Kuang had to go home early so in the end all of us wanted had to fit in Victoria Polo. Lucky Mun Chun came and his friend was driving so there was some space in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Flam's. Or Elixir. I'm not sure which. ^^ Beer tower, pizzas on fire, boom boom boom. Yeh, what happens in drunkland stays in drunkland. I won't say things like who vomited. Who did inappopriate things. I jaga reputation. ^^ But if you do it when you're conscious then. Aiyor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But. Drinking must have a limit. Tipsy is enough. Don't get drunk everytime and make friends take care of you. Don't be a burden to your friends. Once in a while, nevermind lo, we still young and free. But too much? Wasted and gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SY kept wanting me to drive. Petrol low was just an excuse. If I wanted to drive I would, I didn't want to. Three girls, the rest of them boys and so many drivers. Why must choose my car. I hate taking care of drunk people. Send them home as well? NO THANK YOU! I hate myself when I'm drunk too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That time I drove to Changkat, asked SY to help me park the car he refused. Had to ask the bouncer to do it. Deng! And then drunk already, keep rushing me to find toilet when we were on the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, all of us got home safely! With a few blimps on the way! And a stopover to pee at Sheraton Hotel. Nice idea from Sim Kuan. Pee at five-star hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So that was the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9u3K_E2X1Mc/TxH6BYGUlOI/AAAAAAAAEfY/RwLmp5ajG9Q/s1600/394543_10150487081836448_669776447_8982919_580703783_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9u3K_E2X1Mc/TxH6BYGUlOI/AAAAAAAAEfY/RwLmp5ajG9Q/s640/394543_10150487081836448_669776447_8982919_580703783_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Was Theng Loo's party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last year he did it at Tao, Sunway Giza. First party of the year, the start of when I keep going parties. My dad has gotten bored of hearing me saying I want to go to birthday parties. "You everyday also got birthdays one la". Trololo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This time around it's at his house. Near my house, but I came a little late. Wait for my dad to go first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PcoAlnHlbew/TxH6jSyGl9I/AAAAAAAAEfg/H3sePqRGq9c/s1600/392316_10150487087146448_669776447_8982937_494108988_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PcoAlnHlbew/TxH6jSyGl9I/AAAAAAAAEfg/H3sePqRGq9c/s640/392316_10150487087146448_669776447_8982937_494108988_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunny yellow dress from Forever 21! This colour, it looks like sunny-side up egg. ^^ Got this dress two years back, hadn't worn it once. Some clothes, they kind of find themselves in a nook of my wardrobe and get forgotten. But rediscovering is like a present dropped from the skies. BWAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sim Kuan says the colour doesn't match, Xuan says the colour match. ???!/ Hmm, scratch that, I'm gonna try sunny yellow now. ^^ Powder pink, bloody red, sunny yellow- these were my favourite colours. I like how it pops in photos. YEH, HOLD ZHU. Siet Yen has her orange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHKw44WQNaE/TxH7ZMjwd2I/AAAAAAAAEfo/cqq50JP7pSA/s1600/398430_10150487097081448_669776447_8983009_1140811259_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHKw44WQNaE/TxH7ZMjwd2I/AAAAAAAAEfo/cqq50JP7pSA/s640/398430_10150487097081448_669776447_8983009_1140811259_n.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdjQY0m2Jlw/TxH8XsrdZ4I/AAAAAAAAEgA/g7KUqF_4ado/s1600/396571_10150487084096448_669776447_8982924_1290778293_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdjQY0m2Jlw/TxH8XsrdZ4I/AAAAAAAAEgA/g7KUqF_4ado/s640/396571_10150487084096448_669776447_8982924_1290778293_n.jpg" width="562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pesZLvGCvcs/TxH7oKr_a0I/AAAAAAAAEfw/1KGJ41Fi-lA/s1600/404649_10150487107101448_669776447_8983075_277499938_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pesZLvGCvcs/TxH7oKr_a0I/AAAAAAAAEfw/1KGJ41Fi-lA/s640/404649_10150487107101448_669776447_8983075_277499938_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Had steamboat. Very hot, but nice to fight for the food. Jin Fye made the cakes. Hehe. Put in some special touches too. The guys play cards. Yeh, gamble and drink, lai! My dad says this- "The chinese gambles, the indian drinks, the malays flirts".&amp;nbsp; So we... Chindian la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went home, not the last to leave. How rare ^^. No second round. Was told to come home earlier, because Changkat made me come home at 3. Yeh, gain brownie points to use it for other outings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbtRF8IYbZI/TxH8sNSHHLI/AAAAAAAAEgI/jbNj6WljFKA/s1600/376019_10150487098166448_669776447_8983019_466702128_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbtRF8IYbZI/TxH8sNSHHLI/AAAAAAAAEgI/jbNj6WljFKA/s640/376019_10150487098166448_669776447_8983019_466702128_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;College, soon. College, soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time to ciao, bye ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-3834744917575850694?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/3834744917575850694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/1u-theng-loo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/3834744917575850694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/3834744917575850694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/1u-theng-loo.html' title='1u &amp; Theng Loo'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aad7OjdtUwg/TxHxDzIt_HI/AAAAAAAAEeY/PGHTuRTxme0/s72-c/374326_10150487027156448_669776447_8982595_333973148_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-1087887100007499751</id><published>2012-01-12T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:43:19.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours of Fashion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaYcnvxUkbI/Tw7lWBGjuBI/AAAAAAAAEdg/-8NpQx0KGaE/s1600/g1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaYcnvxUkbI/Tw7lWBGjuBI/AAAAAAAAEdg/-8NpQx0KGaE/s640/g1.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Everyday is a fashion show and the world is your runway" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander McQueen. Armadillo heels worn in Lady Gaga's video. Looks impossible to walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's beauty without a little pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;What I wore in 2011. Mostly dresses. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUC2aW1PtHU/Tw7qMRJMP3I/AAAAAAAAEdw/AScTK_0G3Gk/s1600/page22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUC2aW1PtHU/Tw7qMRJMP3I/AAAAAAAAEdw/AScTK_0G3Gk/s640/page22.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Leopard print! Oh my favourite! ™&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiMRu1JvZvM/Tw7qJcRWQGI/AAAAAAAAEdo/NTWftAGs608/s1600/page12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiMRu1JvZvM/Tw7qJcRWQGI/AAAAAAAAEdo/NTWftAGs608/s640/page12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Floral prints. Maxis. Always with a brown belt. Gold-tone accessories.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like leopard-print more. Suits my skin tone, and floral-prints are a little too girly. Wear like a sweet girl, but once my mouth opens, BOOM. Habis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWyXfTvq9Es/Tw7r2Ysd6DI/AAAAAAAAEd4/TNN6lsUIgu8/s1600/page33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWyXfTvq9Es/Tw7r2Ysd6DI/AAAAAAAAEd4/TNN6lsUIgu8/s640/page33.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Colour I like to wear most- red. I like that my car is red. ^^ Yeh, CNY coming, can never go wrong with red. It is bright, it is eye-catching. Hold zhu.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tUzKvI2nZg/Tw7tcYvbhaI/AAAAAAAAEeA/c8caLUg5fzY/s1600/dd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tUzKvI2nZg/Tw7tcYvbhaI/AAAAAAAAEeA/c8caLUg5fzY/s640/dd.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blue, I like navy blue. But sometimes it can make me look old. Skin tone issue. I'm warm with yellow undertones, cool skin tone will have blue undertones. Dresses I see, they're always&amp;nbsp; in blue rather than red. !@#$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7CDxcEM7P8/Tw7v6bmQd6I/AAAAAAAAEeQ/xJLGPGJCAFQ/s1600/tumblr_lxoc681tbQ1qgx9f5o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="408" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7CDxcEM7P8/Tw7v6bmQd6I/AAAAAAAAEeQ/xJLGPGJCAFQ/s640/tumblr_lxoc681tbQ1qgx9f5o1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If blue was my colour, I'd pretend I was a mermaid. But it is not. So therefore I will be Chilli Queen. I eat at Chilli's too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Other than that, I wear black when I'm lazy. Slimming effect and easy to hide everything. But black is boring. My eyes, hardly notice black and white things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bohemian, glamourous, girly, androgynous, sleek, bla bla bla- dress up who you want to be and you'll be it. I love Alexander McQueen, Lanvin, Luella Bartley, Miu Miu and Valentino. Girly, fliry, playful couture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actually I was just trying to test how well Blogger supports gif. MUAHAHH ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-1087887100007499751?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/1087887100007499751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/colours-of-fashion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/1087887100007499751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/1087887100007499751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/colours-of-fashion.html' title='Colours of Fashion.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaYcnvxUkbI/Tw7lWBGjuBI/AAAAAAAAEdg/-8NpQx0KGaE/s72-c/g1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-5648731052364149288</id><published>2012-01-12T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T04:11:50.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavilion</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MgVlE8hXig/Tw3O4RwQtgI/AAAAAAAAEcs/DcBO39N9iOk/s1600/SAM_4855_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MgVlE8hXig/Tw3O4RwQtgI/AAAAAAAAEcs/DcBO39N9iOk/s640/SAM_4855_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heh heh. Resurrected my cammie back from the dead. Found the dummy charger while cleaning my room. Underneath the air humidifier. Rainbow- natural effect from camera ^^ It's nice not having to wait for friends to upload pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And now that I can use this camera, I feel a little lazy to buy a new one. Still want it someday thou. Olympus PEN MINI! A pro-er camera. But sacrifice space in handbag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbG9UzLp-mw/Tw3PsLeNNcI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/ek-FRyxsAeU/s1600/SAM_4829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbG9UzLp-mw/Tw3PsLeNNcI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/ek-FRyxsAeU/s640/SAM_4829.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe. Tested cammie. Favourite plushie. I only like Rilakumma. :D Lazy bear. Yeh, Hakuna Matata. No worries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idgZ_Nu2--E/Tw3juj6RF8I/AAAAAAAAEdY/_us2_Qy_6lA/s1600/SAM_4880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idgZ_Nu2--E/Tw3juj6RF8I/AAAAAAAAEdY/_us2_Qy_6lA/s640/SAM_4880.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What I wore. CNY coming, feeling the red. It was a skirt I bought from Cats Whiskers. But it made me look squat worn as a skirt. Pulled it up, plus a belt, there you have a dress. Yeh, I like gold-tone accessories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went Pavilion with Sim Kuan, Vincent and Xuan. Three of us wore heels but dumped it in the car for slippers halfway. Tired. Must always ready a pair of slippers in yo car. Got heels got swag, no heels feels like flopping around at someone's house. But comfy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWVTG-uXJ5k/Tw3O3YB-XoI/AAAAAAAAEco/yVfGlNF1jE4/s1600/SAM_4878_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWVTG-uXJ5k/Tw3O3YB-XoI/AAAAAAAAEco/yVfGlNF1jE4/s640/SAM_4878_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I spent the least today. Only on food. But eating out is costly. Me, when I get little allowance, I'll spend it one shot until nothing's left in my purse because spending it feels like nothing. Give me a lot, I'll feel kiamsap and want to save it so I feel rich. Means give me RM100, I'll spend all. Give me RM1k, I keep. ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can be very frivolous or thrifty, but no in between. Don't know how to do moderate spending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UyWETv0Ps5M/Tw3O5b_u0II/AAAAAAAAEc4/nmuR78onBV4/s1600/SAM_4835_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UyWETv0Ps5M/Tw3O5b_u0II/AAAAAAAAEc4/nmuR78onBV4/s640/SAM_4835_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeh, sleep now ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THAT'S ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-5648731052364149288?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/5648731052364149288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/pavilion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/5648731052364149288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/5648731052364149288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/pavilion.html' title='Pavilion'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MgVlE8hXig/Tw3O4RwQtgI/AAAAAAAAEcs/DcBO39N9iOk/s72-c/SAM_4855_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-4682301450353908585</id><published>2012-01-10T08:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:01:49.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSewND3L5lg/TwtyxJeAaXI/AAAAAAAAEcA/KgIHSTn7n1Q/s1600/224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSewND3L5lg/TwtyxJeAaXI/AAAAAAAAEcA/KgIHSTn7n1Q/s640/224.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeh, so easy. Snap picture on iPhone and use an app to zing it up- OH HOW ARTISTIC! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Monday, went to Taylor's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U-XQp7MPOo0/TwtzgKmwriI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/8BHoGtSWoiI/s1600/lakeside5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U-XQp7MPOo0/TwtzgKmwriI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/8BHoGtSWoiI/s640/lakeside5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a pretty campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Other good ones- Sunway, Monash, etc. ART SCHOOL? THE ONE ACADEMY? A row of huge shoplots. T.T How to hold zhu. You tell me. I think when college comes we might get lazy to dress up. When I dress up I like to look formal. But no one wears heels to college. Will break your legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dg6juyBN6nY/Twt1t_1eoVI/AAAAAAAAEcg/ZYua1ucq0qI/s1600/The+One+Academy+Sunway+Campus.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dg6juyBN6nY/Twt1t_1eoVI/AAAAAAAAEcg/ZYua1ucq0qI/s640/The+One+Academy+Sunway+Campus.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SEE! SHOPLOT! !@#$%^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I thought, go same area for college, Sunway is the hotspot, but now really... I wonder if it's a good idea. We met up with Kok Leong at Sunway Pyramid. He's already started college and he says that even though Kar Man, James and dunno who else are in the same college but they hadn't met once until Friday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SO IF EVEN SAME COLLEGE YOU WON'T MEET EACH OTHER, WHAT ARE THE CHANCES OF BEING IN THE SAME AREA?! I wonder if everyone will make new friends at college and put less effort in keeping touch with high school friends. But hor. Ex form fives all stick to their batch... half half maybe? :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJnp6A4jg9w/Twty0FeKTnI/AAAAAAAAEcI/bgxNKnYH6eI/s1600/222_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJnp6A4jg9w/Twty0FeKTnI/AAAAAAAAEcI/bgxNKnYH6eI/s640/222_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The reason we went there is because Siet Yen and also Xuan wanted to apply at Taylors. Yes, becoming second Bestari. Sim Kuan was the designated driver of the day. All of us except for Siet Yen didn't have enough sleep. Night owls, sohem, sleep when we hear birds chirping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zMTYiLH-jVw/TwtziI7gl2I/AAAAAAAAEcY/7mCCzlZuuOk/s1600/6088442922_c9fa2bbcd7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zMTYiLH-jVw/TwtziI7gl2I/AAAAAAAAEcY/7mCCzlZuuOk/s640/6088442922_c9fa2bbcd7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeh. Taylor's Lakeside. They have goose beside the lake. Sim Kuan says it's a shopping mall- Starbucks, Ecoba, Wong Kok. But I'm thinking it's a zoo too. Fishies too. Saw Jck Sng at the student's lounge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of pretty girls, but they all seem busy with their own thing. I thought in college, you'll meet a lot of friends. But it's too big to know everyone, and everyone becomes used to being strangers. I think it'll be the part I miss most with high school. The togetherness. Being one gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also well-known bloggers go there. Chuckei. Daphne.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'm totes not going to college like Sunway or Taylor's where everyone's heading. Have to find specialized art school for fashion design. I want to apply at The One but I keep trying to find the ESMOD course and it was non-existent. UPDATE UR WEBSITE LEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actually go college in KL also not bad? Can use Segambut way. Dad likes to use LDP, pay for toll but can reach KL in 20 mins. Sunway is very jam. Everyone has to use the LDP/PJ way :( Kok Leong says he has to allocate an hour to go there every morning. FML MAX. I hate wasting time on transportation. If like that, I wouldn't mind taking KTM. Doze off on the train and save money. Cheebye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Had lunch at Buckoten, Xuan kept being yehdiu, true to her name. Diam la nei. Think you very skinny ah. But yeh, be friends have to accept jokes and shit lo. Went Sunway, it has a lot of shops and good buys but Kok Leong says once you go college you'll come here until you sien, and you'll overlook everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sim Kuan wants to shop but Siet Yen has to go home for dinner. For me I'll follow the person who's driving because, well, they're the ones driving. But Siet Yen has to welcome her mummy home, back from China. I think. Lucky I am girl, lucky my husband will do the driving most of the time. Yeh, no wonder always Daddy the one who drives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm looking for a fashion overhaul. Something new. ^^ This year was... maxis. Floral &amp;amp; leopard prints. Dresses. I miss high fashion stuff. But it's so bloody pricey. DENG. In my teens, have to do with boutique stuff. NEW YEAR? NEW YEAR CLOTHES? GIVE LA... ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I work, I won't be a skimp and try to save a lot of money. Save so much, later suddenly die, no time to enjoy your fortune. Nice? I will indulge myself. Buy this, buy that. Experience this, experience that. Improve this, improve that. Travel here, travel there. Wow, dream a bit, start to shiok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BYE! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-4682301450353908585?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/4682301450353908585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/taylors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/4682301450353908585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/4682301450353908585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/taylors.html' title='Taylor&apos;s'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSewND3L5lg/TwtyxJeAaXI/AAAAAAAAEcA/KgIHSTn7n1Q/s72-c/224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-8127186480936727307</id><published>2012-01-09T07:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T07:04:57.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in491f0OQrA/TwoBKEnXmYI/AAAAAAAAEbg/U8ck8Zcnzco/s1600/404455_10150474867176448_669776447_8944454_1970558483_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in491f0OQrA/TwoBKEnXmYI/AAAAAAAAEbg/U8ck8Zcnzco/s640/404455_10150474867176448_669776447_8944454_1970558483_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. A lot of things have happened recently. Dramas and scandals and outings and shit. I'm confused, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have to rant it elsewhere, afraid of adding fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sPyai4WZiXM/TwoBQF23M4I/AAAAAAAAEbo/6Q8CfWmAJh8/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sPyai4WZiXM/TwoBQF23M4I/AAAAAAAAEbo/6Q8CfWmAJh8/s640/page.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nowadays, swim at Sierramas Club. Community Centre. Not bad. Last time it was Desa Park. Now everyone's not free, busy with work. King Jiat, works at Tropicana Mall- online everyday and complain on Twitter. "FUCKER AUNTY SAMPLE EVERYTHING NEVER BUY! KANASAI!" TROLOLOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3VeqK4k9P_g/TwoBYWGYuvI/AAAAAAAAEbw/WATLCm8Q1BI/s1600/Image48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3VeqK4k9P_g/TwoBYWGYuvI/AAAAAAAAEbw/WATLCm8Q1BI/s640/Image48.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was on Saturday. My dad said he wanted to eat Yee Sang so I had to go home early. Went to Sierramas but didn't swim. Xuan brought her laptop so we could check out places to go for outstation trip. Entertained myself with her laptop. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I, forever on, went family dinner at Hartamas and went DPC to find woh wohs after dinner. Qi Yao, Siet Yen, Daniel, Rysher, Ding, King Jiat, Weng Hock, Sk &amp;amp; Xuan were at DPC. Kluang Station. Qi Yao and Siet Yen have to settle something. Um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After Siet Yen and Qi Yao left, we went to meet at the private carpark. On my way there, King Jiat called. Just that moment, he saw my car in front of him. So I picked him up to the private carpark. Yeh, my car is bright, help me avoid accidents by making people notice me. Sometimes random people tell me they saw my car after I come back home from driving it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ding's Vios, Rysher's Myvi, Sim Kuan's Viva and my car parked side by side at the carpark. Daniel said meet up at Al-Safa, and we went car by car. You know lah with friends... head to the same destination, they think it's a race ON. Ma de. I don't want to race next time. Accident. I&amp;nbsp; have been driving recklessly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YAMCHA. This is what guys like to do. I don't like to yamcha because no point of dressing up. But it's nice as a casual thing when you're hungry at night. I ordered... watermelon juice. Daniel keep saying let's go somewhere after this. Sim Kuan was like, "Nevermind, watch Tangled lah." But in the end, we went to... Beer Factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to my house to park back my car and sit in Sim Kuan's car. Daniel parked his car at my place too. Carpool is better. Daniel drove his Ferrari. Kelisa! Before that was Waja. Waiting for his car to be repaired finish. Yeh, four cars at my house and Ding horned. Damn scared my neighbours or worse- my dad would wake up. The guards passed by and looked suspiciously. Daniel cockstared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeh, Beer Factory was nice. No cover charge, unlike Movida. And no queue. But a lot of people inside. Mun Chun dropped by a while, he was next door. And we had free drinks thanks to Ding. Some redemption card. I loved the part when Turbulence came and the whole place was in a misty haze. Just the music and the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wasn't drunk, just tipsy. But what happens in drunkland, stays in drunkland. All of us, safely home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Pavilion, shop for Chinese New Year clothes. Dad was being extra-nice today. :) HEHE. Bought a pair of heels and slippers. Four and a half inch but it's okay, got platforms. Charles &amp;amp; Keith my loveee. Dad kept asking me to buy expensive clothes. I don't want. Not to sound ungrateful, just that I rather use the money to buy something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My pattern- clothes can be cheap, but I want expensive handbag. Because handbag can be used with a lot of outfits and clothes can only be worn once and be washed again. Kiamsap and efficient thinking. Heels very important too, it's about how you carry yourself and make that walk. Pain is not an excuse. You'll get inured to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't really have the mood to buy clothes. I want accessories. Handbags. Heels. Necklaces. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7y3mSDGuco/TwoXCo2WXdI/AAAAAAAAEb4/YtwxDVU41m4/s1600/hi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7y3mSDGuco/TwoXCo2WXdI/AAAAAAAAEb4/YtwxDVU41m4/s640/hi.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Clockwise:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Xuan, adding some cheesy effect. She thinks she can breathe fire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vincent, half asleep because the medicine was working its magic. #sick gou gou cannot forever ON at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ming Chun, as usual, room as dark as hell and wearing microphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me, as usual, eating at night and wearing Skullcandy and talking real loud but not realizing it until my brother says he can hear me from third floor. FML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Still the same, sleep when the sun is up and wake up when the sun is almost setting. What I do at night? Online. There's so much to do online. Skype, Oovoo, Facebook, Youtube, Twitter, Blogspot, stream movies, 9GAG, Tumblr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wad is sleep? Need sleep? Wake up also dunno what to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Other than online, I read. Or play with Lucian. He so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7 in the morning, time to sleep. BYE! ^^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-8127186480936727307?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/8127186480936727307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/trials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/8127186480936727307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/8127186480936727307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/trials.html' title='Trials'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in491f0OQrA/TwoBKEnXmYI/AAAAAAAAEbg/U8ck8Zcnzco/s72-c/404455_10150474867176448_669776447_8944454_1970558483_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-2137428487249703496</id><published>2012-01-06T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:20:45.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distracted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EriH_ZkoXcU/TwbQzhfu6-I/AAAAAAAAEaw/aJ16HFMj9ko/s1600/407157_10150469503306448_669776447_8922374_408533716_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EriH_ZkoXcU/TwbQzhfu6-I/AAAAAAAAEaw/aJ16HFMj9ko/s640/407157_10150469503306448_669776447_8922374_408533716_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I keep doing blog posts and getting distracted halfway. So they end up unpublished. #firstworldproblems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I need to find work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I need to find college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I need to... have an aim ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;College, have already decided- The One Academy. I want fashion design, and you need to find a specialized art school for that. Damn envy those woh wohs all going Taylor's Lakeside. Nevermind, TOA is just in that area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The course starts in April. In the meantime, I have to fill my time properly. GET WORK. Also wondering how the course will be like because it's new, not established, bla bla. ESMOD! France! But, I like their student's work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I want to have a trip. Go outstation with friends. Planning, planning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What I have been doing lately? Swimming. Watch movie. My mind is blank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--TlbKMLDz78/TwbQ6tq0KcI/AAAAAAAAEa4/VnjBjfAb2OU/s1600/403146_10150469503606448_669776447_8922376_1464049782_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--TlbKMLDz78/TwbQ6tq0KcI/AAAAAAAAEa4/VnjBjfAb2OU/s640/403146_10150469503606448_669776447_8922376_1464049782_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But still can camwhore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imma feeling clueless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No need think, go back to watching movie. Trololo ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-2137428487249703496?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/2137428487249703496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/distracted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/2137428487249703496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/2137428487249703496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/distracted.html' title='Distracted'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EriH_ZkoXcU/TwbQzhfu6-I/AAAAAAAAEaw/aJ16HFMj9ko/s72-c/407157_10150469503306448_669776447_8922374_408533716_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-7533785007784741262</id><published>2012-01-02T09:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:17:29.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 here we come</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trFeXOmytdc/TwDy0k2fg2I/AAAAAAAAEX0/qYQv95po2aM/s1600/393338_158166227619939_100002796872987_154277_802399528_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trFeXOmytdc/TwDy0k2fg2I/AAAAAAAAEX0/qYQv95po2aM/s640/393338_158166227619939_100002796872987_154277_802399528_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First post for 2012. Still using the same blog link. The one and only since 2009, don't think I'll ever change. At least not for half a decade or more. HEHE. #sentimentalvalue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use bubuchahchah for everything because-&lt;br /&gt;I like the way it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Karentan as a username is always unavailable. (ma de)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011... hmm. I can tell you, of all my years in secondary, the starting and the end were my favourites. 2007 and 2011. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically? 2011 was a year well-spent. I got out of my shell, made a lot of friends and did other shit other than staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An important to-do that was ticked off- I learnt how to drive and got my P license. It took 14 bloody hours of lessons but they were possibly the most worthwhile 14 hours spent. Most people take 8. BWAHAHA. The good thing was managing to pass on first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also sharpened dressing skills somewhat. 90% of the dresses in my wardrobe were bought this year. Before, I would worry if I had to wear the same dress. Now- it's a different kind of worry. The good kind. Wondering which dresss to debut because there are more than a few with their price tags on. But now that I have the dresses, I need accessories. It's a never-ending pursuit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That camera I bought as 2010's Christmas present, I used it all the way from the starting of 2011 until the end. Camwhored a lot, brought it wherever I went. Learnt how to edit photos. The cycle works like this- dress up to take photos, blog with photos, drive to shop for more dresses, dress up to take photos, blog with photos, drive to shop for more dresses. WAD. Training to be fashon designer you know. HAGAGA FUCK I STILL HAVEN'T FOUND MY UNI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally use my handphone properly. Before that, I only have like, five people whom I regularly call. Now? FIVE PEOPLE FIND ME EVERYDAY GOT LAH. Bwahahah ^^ Am fully glad to have Sim Kuan and Xuan as my outing partners and share shitload of memories together. We are yehdiu, we argue, but we laugh it off in the end. If it gets serious, we know how to apologize. Value friendships more than ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, maybe things will be different from what it is now. But for now,&amp;nbsp; just cherish the fuck out of what we have or had, because the only constant in life is change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhcWk7gcrw8/TwDwlDMmF4I/AAAAAAAAEVE/0GkBjpEKv4s/s1600/381467_158164527620109_100002796872987_154226_2104139868_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CTxW9v_zUsc/TwDwqjdazTI/AAAAAAAAEVY/0JFfW12R8Rg/s1600/383584_10150460676916448_669776447_8880089_3334344_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="556" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CTxW9v_zUsc/TwDwqjdazTI/AAAAAAAAEVY/0JFfW12R8Rg/s640/383584_10150460676916448_669776447_8880089_3334344_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HAPPY NEW YEAR! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a wild blast night with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s66LPusBik/TwD1xSO-zVI/AAAAAAAAEZA/ahiVonnwK7Q/s1600/409135_292636384111968_205960936112847_805020_1024995784_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s66LPusBik/TwD1xSO-zVI/AAAAAAAAEZA/ahiVonnwK7Q/s640/409135_292636384111968_205960936112847_805020_1024995784_a.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this event on Facebook. Poster "macam yes" right! Countdown party. Fireworks. It was like the event for New Year's. Initially they wanted to go Changkat. BUT CHANGKAT IS LIKE ROWS OF PUBS. I didn't want it to be like Xmas Eve, more like drinking outing than celebrating christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Desa Park City is boring, too near, never past toll. More for younger people who don't have car and have earlier curfews. Trololo. The Curve- they celebrated there last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I felt like going there. Started calling people to go and act "macam yes". "Yeah everyone going. It's the event. Other places, boring." BWAHHA! But, I don't call myself an organizer. I'm just responsible for calling people to go. WHAT. Same thing meh? NOO. I didn't organize the event. ^^ I did like 5 pages of calls on my iPhone that day though. Settle people's transport, see who's going, those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhcWk7gcrw8/TwDwlDMmF4I/AAAAAAAAEVE/0GkBjpEKv4s/s1600/381467_158164527620109_100002796872987_154226_2104139868_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhcWk7gcrw8/TwDwlDMmF4I/AAAAAAAAEVE/0GkBjpEKv4s/s640/381467_158164527620109_100002796872987_154226_2104139868_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another beautiful thing that happened was also that Gwenllian was back. Australia hai, imported fresh from airport without any sleep. (Y)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is still the same, still so yehdiu. When she is gone, things are quieter. No background noise of a girl shouting and pretending to slap people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We HOLD zhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFgPgM7TdbU/TwDwzm3A39I/AAAAAAAAEV0/UJazusVx_8I/s1600/387809_10150460596491448_669776447_8879236_1678171790_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFgPgM7TdbU/TwDwzm3A39I/AAAAAAAAEV0/UJazusVx_8I/s640/387809_10150460596491448_669776447_8879236_1678171790_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This dude, designated driver of the day again. Poor him!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Three of us could drive- Qi Yao, Sim Kuan and I. But the problem was... none of us wanted to drive. #yehdiu. Afraid to face traffic jam and everything, New Year's Eve is one of the most hellistic day to drive. But surprisingly... there was no jam at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That babi, before that kept rushing us to get ready early so that we can avoid jam, and when there was no jam, he asked- "Why no jam. It feels so weird without it". #yehdiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why no jam? Because Encorp Strand was in Kota Damansara and we used the Sungai Buloh way. LDP that sucker, everyday dunno jam how many times. Too many people wanting to queue up to pay RM1.60. !@#$% I hate tolls stupid bloodsuckers useless hopeless shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ZIP ZAP, we were there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9o-rjvBdJzk/TwD2NCcjwlI/AAAAAAAAEZM/DRMyHsGd_-U/s1600/409447_10150460585341448_669776447_8879087_2068191314_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9o-rjvBdJzk/TwD2NCcjwlI/AAAAAAAAEZM/DRMyHsGd_-U/s640/409447_10150460585341448_669776447_8879087_2068191314_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Out of no where, this rectangular thing flashing lights like rainbow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We wondering why there was so little people. Arrived 8 plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the end:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TjaRSOPBvfg/TwD0OCM0_5I/AAAAAAAAEY0/LrZQZF57jPQ/s1600/402031_299469403428666_205960936112847_827072_1514839409_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TjaRSOPBvfg/TwD0OCM0_5I/AAAAAAAAEY0/LrZQZF57jPQ/s640/402031_299469403428666_205960936112847_827072_1514839409_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*CLAPCLAP*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51P3QCMuArM/TwDy6UwSVHI/AAAAAAAAEX8/IvJdIasiKes/s1600/386042_158164170953478_100002796872987_154215_1358757760_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51P3QCMuArM/TwDy6UwSVHI/AAAAAAAAEX8/IvJdIasiKes/s640/386042_158164170953478_100002796872987_154215_1358757760_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Three of us united, once again! Yehdiuhai and lanpro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Clueless what to do. Randomly ate at a mamak. As usual, only four things I know how to order- "roti canai, watermelon juice, soya bean, maggi goreng." This time, roti canai plus watermelon juice. Ate until half, could hear the music. It was Mizz Nina.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I could tell Xuan wanted to go. I was curious too. So we dumped our food and ran to the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OekHEYl_M40/TwD0FxPWTFI/AAAAAAAAEYc/GzbCFOTVCGM/s1600/382673_158164807620081_100002796872987_154234_802016832_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OekHEYl_M40/TwD0FxPWTFI/AAAAAAAAEYc/GzbCFOTVCGM/s400/382673_158164807620081_100002796872987_154234_802016832_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WTF MAN I didn't know she was the one who sang "Takeover" with Flo Rida. So proud that she's Malaysian! (Y) (Y) (Y) Her performance was the one I enjoyed most. Wasted, those who didn't come earlier. BWAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yqfbSfV3imw/TwD9ECF2dLI/AAAAAAAAEZY/e1FiB2ONpAY/s1600/388741_10150460631841448_669776447_8879519_863842465_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="502" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yqfbSfV3imw/TwD9ECF2dLI/AAAAAAAAEZY/e1FiB2ONpAY/s640/388741_10150460631841448_669776447_8879519_863842465_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Slowly but surely everyone came. This is not everyone and not everyone went but the people were good enough to make it feel like we were everyone. TROLOLO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who went that night? Daniel, Xian Jiong, King Jiat, Ding, Vincent, Nazri, Qi Yao, Rysher, Gary, Theng Loo, Chi Cheng, Xuan, Sim Kuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9x01hnQ18Ww/TwD0ImLUWWI/AAAAAAAAEYk/v-VperouS24/s1600/390485_10150460608751448_669776447_8879298_1515900469_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9x01hnQ18Ww/TwD0ImLUWWI/AAAAAAAAEYk/v-VperouS24/s640/390485_10150460608751448_669776447_8879298_1515900469_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aerialist performing on aerial silk. Deejays spinning boom boom boom all night long. Beatbox performance, with violinist Dennis Lau. Some circus performance too. Didn't catch all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went into a random pub:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBt1UQgqJBo/TwD-DQokfTI/AAAAAAAAEZw/bx0U_MU7EHQ/s1600/400963_10150460667736448_669776447_8880026_540855761_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBt1UQgqJBo/TwD-DQokfTI/AAAAAAAAEZw/bx0U_MU7EHQ/s640/400963_10150460667736448_669776447_8880026_540855761_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They ordered this Lamborghini drink. Set the alcohol alight, pour it on top and watch it flow. The lun mou woh wohs taking sips.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And girls.. camwhore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Chi Cheng and Sim Kuan. Love this picca ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf21CaGiRQo/TwDw8rLgP2I/AAAAAAAAEWE/XSg4e6w-E5k/s1600/395020_10150460668961448_669776447_8880038_1915925893_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf21CaGiRQo/TwDw8rLgP2I/AAAAAAAAEWE/XSg4e6w-E5k/s640/395020_10150460668961448_669776447_8880038_1915925893_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rysher the fat dog. Woof woof! ^^ BWAHHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWgCgtFY784/TwDwmysgdkI/AAAAAAAAEVM/IROaqJ8tIgk/s1600/382759_10150460652316448_669776447_8879839_1480463656_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWgCgtFY784/TwDwmysgdkI/AAAAAAAAEVM/IROaqJ8tIgk/s640/382759_10150460652316448_669776447_8879839_1480463656_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel whom I dunno why is into Mickey Mouse lately. Dao gei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1PVPf4UOgg/TwDw6zBCGjI/AAAAAAAAEV8/kqvmg3x0Pyo/s1600/394771_10150460649556448_669776447_8879790_256830790_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1PVPf4UOgg/TwDw6zBCGjI/AAAAAAAAEV8/kqvmg3x0Pyo/s640/394771_10150460649556448_669776447_8879790_256830790_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Four of us, the ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTjgfBYxv3E/TwDxFRI5XPI/AAAAAAAAEWY/E4ye_dHkifg/s1600/404333_10150460613581448_669776447_8879348_990361086_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="564" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTjgfBYxv3E/TwDxFRI5XPI/AAAAAAAAEWY/E4ye_dHkifg/s640/404333_10150460613581448_669776447_8879348_990361086_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Three of us ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQOuMzVSvyo/TwDyo10N6pI/AAAAAAAAEXo/unDcB5G5BoI/s1600/402672_10150460671426448_669776447_8880052_518053962_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQOuMzVSvyo/TwDyo10N6pI/AAAAAAAAEXo/unDcB5G5BoI/s640/402672_10150460671426448_669776447_8880052_518053962_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Two of us ^^^^^^^^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkFFGcPHU28/TwDz1-2dAII/AAAAAAAAEYQ/x1I30Ingn-8/s1600/396288_158165067620055_100002796872987_154242_359963876_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkFFGcPHU28/TwDz1-2dAII/AAAAAAAAEYQ/x1I30Ingn-8/s640/396288_158165067620055_100002796872987_154242_359963876_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One and a half of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RabP4b6lJc8/TwDxHsexPtI/AAAAAAAAEWg/EndsQ8aTWtM/s1600/408086_10150460642451448_669776447_8879661_583391294_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RabP4b6lJc8/TwDxHsexPtI/AAAAAAAAEWg/EndsQ8aTWtM/s640/408086_10150460642451448_669776447_8879661_583391294_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay wtf enough already. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After we finished our drinks, we went near the stage. It was almost 11 then. I think. And then everything was a blur. Form circle, dance together. Drag strangers to join the party. Shake here, shake there. A crazy Indian guy who looks like who cooks roti canai but dances like nobody's business.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fireworks. Halfway through they wanted to take picture. It was so hard to peel my eyes off them blazing bursts of lights. I love fireworks. OH BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORK! And you'll show them what you're worth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HtvOgebFkdw/TwDwst-o1SI/AAAAAAAAEVg/NSkDFcSQpxM/s1600/386042_158164170953478_100002796872987_154215_1358757760_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HtvOgebFkdw/TwDwst-o1SI/AAAAAAAAEVg/NSkDFcSQpxM/s640/386042_158164170953478_100002796872987_154215_1358757760_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ohhh. Spread love around like your heart converts oxygen into love instead of carbon dioxide. Ohhh MY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-bK1KQBAbU/TwDwuMxPuXI/AAAAAAAAEVo/Xy5d1Olq4t4/s1600/387447_10150460646751448_669776447_8879743_165274372_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-bK1KQBAbU/TwDwuMxPuXI/AAAAAAAAEVo/Xy5d1Olq4t4/s640/387447_10150460646751448_669776447_8879743_165274372_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dssvAq28G5Y/TwDykUPrMmI/AAAAAAAAEXg/I1DKFnNXbA0/s1600/404333_10150460613581448_669776447_8879348_990361086_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dssvAq28G5Y/TwDykUPrMmI/AAAAAAAAEXg/I1DKFnNXbA0/s640/404333_10150460613581448_669776447_8879348_990361086_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HEHE. I love that dress. LEOPARD PRINT! LEOPARD PRINT! Could be my favourite dress. I don't like it when I wear the same thing and people complain. WTF! How to be environmentally-friendly! What I do is this- I debut dresses on parties, and recycle them on outings.&amp;nbsp; Accessories can give a different feel to your outfit. Hair and makeup as well. Women- too many pattern to count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The leopard print dress for that night was from Guess. Been in my wardrobe for a while. Sometimes, you just look for that perfect occasion. And match it with the perfect dress. It was around four hundred I think? Lost my dog and bought it as a part of retail therapy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life. You can go through anything, just believe in yourself and the days that will come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Again, things may be different but just cherish the fuck out of what you have right now because the only constant in life is change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OekHEYl_M40/TwD0FxPWTFI/AAAAAAAAEYc/GzbCFOTVCGM/s1600/382673_158164807620081_100002796872987_154234_802016832_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzjGtiHOkkA/TwDwf8cmeEI/AAAAAAAAEU8/sqlYW_uLZi8/s1600/381335_10150460631171448_669776447_8879506_1774907188_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzjGtiHOkkA/TwDwf8cmeEI/AAAAAAAAEU8/sqlYW_uLZi8/s640/381335_10150460631171448_669776447_8879506_1774907188_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9x01hnQ18Ww/TwD0ImLUWWI/AAAAAAAAEYk/v-VperouS24/s1600/390485_10150460608751448_669776447_8879298_1515900469_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-7533785007784741262?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/7533785007784741262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-here-we-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/7533785007784741262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/7533785007784741262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-here-we-come.html' title='2012 here we come'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trFeXOmytdc/TwDy0k2fg2I/AAAAAAAAEX0/qYQv95po2aM/s72-c/393338_158166227619939_100002796872987_154277_802399528_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-5396207584895792531</id><published>2011-12-28T05:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T05:22:59.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aman suria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yu-Gb9AcNCE/TvofWJZd4VI/AAAAAAAAESM/Lhhl0hN5Y2Q/s1600/386078_10150451160576448_669776447_8836310_617723859_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="564" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yu-Gb9AcNCE/TvofWJZd4VI/AAAAAAAAESM/Lhhl0hN5Y2Q/s640/386078_10150451160576448_669776447_8836310_617723859_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TROLOLO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;27th of December! Vincent made an fb status inviting everyone(the woofs) to Aman Suria. Free flow food and drinks at a karaoke cum pub. The guys- hear the words free flow, ON already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went brunch with Daniel at Rakuzen, Japanese food here I come! I like Daniel, damn ON one. Informed him about Vincent's free flow, he straightaway ON. Some people feel like saying "yes" to an invitation benefits them while others might have it vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good thing the darn gate got fixed. My heart was thumping when I woke up, wondering whether the gate was fixed like a kid anticipating Christmas presents. IT WAS. Properly aligned, fully working, all done while I was asleep. Muahha. I woke up around 4 in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel was asleep when I called, can imagine what a super pig he is. His car broke, freedom gone. So odd, he used to be the dude with the car all the time- one of the "first generation drivers" along with SY, Qi Yao, Xian Jiong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rXkCtJhfO4/TvogUXh-TYI/AAAAAAAAETc/38g5kmNhdik/s1600/396172_10150451203566448_669776447_8836675_890922973_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rXkCtJhfO4/TvogUXh-TYI/AAAAAAAAETc/38g5kmNhdik/s640/396172_10150451203566448_669776447_8836675_890922973_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With the original Australia hai, Mun Chun. Faster come back la Xuan. I used to like rubbing into your face with our outings but now really, I'd rather you were here with us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Had missed call from him in the morning. I like it when I wake up and there's something on with my phone. Calls from Mei Yen. Because she always wakes up early. Sim Kuan uses twitter, kiamsap. BWAHAH!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I see missed calls when I'm awake, but I always roll in the bed for and hour or so, so I always wait until I finally get up, freshen up, brush my teeth, then return calls. So my voice won't sound like I've just gotten out of bed. I always dutifully return calls. I don't like people who don't. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He needed transport to Aman Suria, fetched him because I was going to DPC anyway. I don't mind fetching on the way ones. Sim Kuan wanted me to fetch her but I couldn't, make it up to you next time! ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ney, I don't mind being Sim Kuan's ah mat because she drives me around to. So sad, those peepo who have no license nor car- have to beg for rides all the time. BWAHAHA! Those days... long behind me. ^^ &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Except few days ago when my gate died and my car got locked in*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Got car and always ON, people will surely find you. Unless you're a party pooper... And I don't like it when some of the girls, got their P license and have car but stay at home all day like disabled person. Aiyoh, use it la. So lucky you can drive, better you give it to someone else who can utilize it fully. Stay home incubate eggs?!?! But also. Life very meaningless now, need to study. STUDY FOR MY FUTURE. AIM IS TO MAKE MONEY. MONEY IS TO CONTINUE LIVING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to pick Mun Chun up after brunch. I asked him for his address. "Just say Datuk Wang". The magic word for the guards, WTF. When I went to pick Daniel I just said his name, because Daniel liked to fuck around with his guards and he told them to let anyone who said his name come in. HAGAGAGA it worked. But still have to register, register what la. See my I.C. for what la. Drive such a small car steal what? If I wanna rob, I'll bring a big-ass van. Estima can also. Hmm, I wonder what it feels like to drive an Estima. Harrier feels like van too. Harrier is van. Wtf talking crap now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mun Chun sek jo, came out when I arrived. Daniel like sissy, took a long time to tie his shoelace. ^^ Sim Kuan asked if I wanted to go eat dinner with Vincent, didn't know what to do anyway and no way I wanna go home and pick people up again so we went to BU early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utpDf2KP9cU/TvogZ9u_i2I/AAAAAAAAETo/wziey97_RKU/s1600/403860_10150451156216448_669776447_8836266_633075427_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utpDf2KP9cU/TvogZ9u_i2I/AAAAAAAAETo/wziey97_RKU/s640/403860_10150451156216448_669776447_8836266_633075427_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Three of us were the first to arrive(me, Dan, Mc). Vince's parents are nice, they're used to having guests. His house is like our house already. ^^ So familiar with the huge ass mirror in front of the dining table, liquor every nook and cranny, and the automatic sensored porchlights.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA. His mum asked if I was drunk the last time because I went home in Meta's(the notorious maid) slippers. Actually because they were comfy and I was lazy to wear heels to mamak. But comfy until I forgot to return it. Trololo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Later Sim Kuan came. Li Chen and Qi Yao too. Ney, Li Chen so ON already. Me likey. ^^ MUAHAH new ON partner, come! Siet Yen on the other hand.... OFF! She FFK! That feeling... when you expect to see someone but they can't make it in the end. :( She has to accompany her family more nowadays. Hmm. Lazy to go out too maybeee. Save for New Year's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rpJIlVsjpns/TvofKJ30y4I/AAAAAAAAERk/PWaJyk4nffY/s1600/373800_10150451153536448_669776447_8836253_1164308709_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rpJIlVsjpns/TvofKJ30y4I/AAAAAAAAERk/PWaJyk4nffY/s640/373800_10150451153536448_669776447_8836253_1164308709_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="556" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Qi Yao's skin so nice one. Pussy. Trololo, I'm just &lt;strike&gt;jealous&lt;/strike&gt; :( I think he will be a very pretty girl. Khar Yiep too. I dunno why I'm so yehdiu on my blog. Sorry if I've offended anyone. HAHA no wait I'm not sorry. ^^ Offend me back la, polite is boring so fuck it. Pretentious, and tiring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But anyone of you don't want to get mentioned in my blog, tell me so! I'll pretend to overlook your existence! Because I know my blog is not that private and shit gets stalked. But wtf I know you guys are very happy that you appeared here. I edit the pictures until so got feel. Yee why I talk English liddat one. But very nice leh, Malaysian feel you know. Maybe because I never go school long long oredi also.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA SKUL WTF LIFETIMES AWAY. It is like a taboo subject now. Like *death*. "Don't mention it! I'm gonna get sad". Someone said this. Yih Wern? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRuh4DXzo90/TvohnKZ8jVI/AAAAAAAAEUw/50kUdwgpKnM/s1600/408879_10150451181976448_669776447_8836533_254862956_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRuh4DXzo90/TvohnKZ8jVI/AAAAAAAAEUw/50kUdwgpKnM/s640/408879_10150451181976448_669776447_8836533_254862956_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to eat at a mamak called Kayu. Look at Weng Hock, he seriously cannot take pictures while he's eating. Super Hock Dog. Look at that face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ney, I very noob, seldom go mamak. I only know how to order four things- "Soya Bean! Watermelon Juice! Roti Canai! Maggi Goreng!" I didn't know Roti Canai was the kosong one. Because at school they always have some other stuff. Asked for curry. NO, that was not it. What I wanted as dahl. FREAKING DAHL. DAHL ISSIT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some of Vince's &amp;amp; Mun Chun's friends were also there. AHEMMMM drugdenahememmma. Inside joke trololo. After that Ding came, he said he quit Guess, going for Esprit. Damn a lot of people gunning for jobs inside 1 Utama. People I know, around a dozen who's working there. Maybe more... Daniel mentioned about this thing data entry shit dunno wad earn 1.6k. HMM. Should get down on it, , get some money!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfZGRPPCsZ8/TvohLx2S1rI/AAAAAAAAEUY/Blcp7MZCf50/s1600/406845_10150451182101448_669776447_8836535_1186227406_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="540" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfZGRPPCsZ8/TvohLx2S1rI/AAAAAAAAEUY/Blcp7MZCf50/s640/406845_10150451182101448_669776447_8836535_1186227406_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then only we head to the main venue. I dunno what the name is. Forgot already. Vince kept saying it was a pub cum karaoke, and no need to dress up so much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YMXmJcvCjm4/TvofxgigeGI/AAAAAAAAES8/-g4PQZkt3JE/s1600/390210_10150451158781448_669776447_8836289_1768519428_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YMXmJcvCjm4/TvofxgigeGI/AAAAAAAAES8/-g4PQZkt3JE/s640/390210_10150451158781448_669776447_8836289_1768519428_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hor, just wore tank top and maxi skirt. Top from Cats Whiskers, found it in my wardrobe. Maxi skirt from Kitschen. Always bohemian look with that skirt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The place was not bad, had pool table too. Actually, the karaoke... it's just you go on the platform and sing. It takes guts, but no matter! Carlsberg is always there to give you guts! Hor, I drank ice water only. My favourite. Save on calories too. THE GUYS. THE GUYS, THEY GONNA HAVE BEER BELLY I TELL YOU. EVERYDAY DRINK. evernight la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm designated driver of the day"! *Always the best excuse*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Food, potato pie. Homely. Hovered around pool tables, wanted to play play but the guys look so serious when playing one. Only did one shot, borrowed King Jiat. BWAHA! That dude, so long time didn't see him. He came back from China. SO MANY PPL WENT CHINA. Mun Chun, Yih Wern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CuaOHyKxaHs/TvofgPu4RgI/AAAAAAAAESY/GAM9uMFqFlA/s1600/383993_10150451206701448_669776447_8836700_493066992_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CuaOHyKxaHs/TvofgPu4RgI/AAAAAAAAESY/GAM9uMFqFlA/s640/383993_10150451206701448_669776447_8836700_493066992_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rysher and Xian Jiong. Xian Jiong work until wanna die already I think. He didn't seem to have the partying mood. Ding on the other hand, went up and sang some songs. The mum joked with him and Weng Hock. Played cards. It was nice, venue to ourselves. The owner is Vince's mummy's friend's. Haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, who went- Ding, Qi Yao, Rysher, Xian Jiong, Daniel, Mun Chun, Vincent, Li Chen, Sim Kuan, Theng Loo, Ping Kuang, Shao Yang, Weng Hock, King Jiat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LyYM93Zg7-c/TvohHBeYOVI/AAAAAAAAEUM/iGggmjU-6mc/s1600/406845_10150451173106448_669776447_8836451_319269474_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LyYM93Zg7-c/TvohHBeYOVI/AAAAAAAAEUM/iGggmjU-6mc/s640/406845_10150451173106448_669776447_8836451_319269474_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30dcrxAWBrk/TvohRduvZtI/AAAAAAAAEUk/FjNcsmCkCCE/s1600/405078_10150451172746448_669776447_8836448_1374511278_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30dcrxAWBrk/TvohRduvZtI/AAAAAAAAEUk/FjNcsmCkCCE/s640/405078_10150451172746448_669776447_8836448_1374511278_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hor, Sim Kuan brought her camera! TeeHee. Charger still cannot be found, it is fate. God wants Sim Kuan to use her camera more often. Still dreaming about Olympus Pen Mini. Hmm. Wanna try my bro's Panasonic Lumix dunno wad. But it's the same, micro four thirds system, lens take more space than body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Canon is well known but I don't like it because it always brings a yellow hue to the skin. Or maybe it's just because my friends set their lighting to "incandescent" WTF?!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Going home, sent Daniel and Weng Hock. Mun Chun had to find someone else because he didn't want to go back early. Don't wanna go home~ Hnngh. I don't like sending drunk people home, because they are unpredictable. If I am drunk, I wouldn't like sending myself home either. Tipsy is still okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Weng Hock complained some shit. Air cond not cold enough I think. I started to dulan already, but everytime I do it it's for a split-second. Weng Hock has seen how I argued with SY when he was drunk in my car so he was ohh nevermind Karen. Arrived, sober up, time to face his parents. Drop off Daniel, then I'm home! Comparitively early, not bad. If I'm the driver I don't stay till the end, because I make extra allowance of time to send people off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Night well spent, glad to see friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-5396207584895792531?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/5396207584895792531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/aman-suria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/5396207584895792531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/5396207584895792531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/aman-suria.html' title='Aman suria'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yu-Gb9AcNCE/TvofWJZd4VI/AAAAAAAAESM/Lhhl0hN5Y2Q/s72-c/386078_10150451160576448_669776447_8836310_617723859_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-1952511658576354899</id><published>2011-12-27T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T02:24:30.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecoba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JS7Cx8XOTTY/TvigdyCXELI/AAAAAAAAEM4/d2VE7bQblTQ/s1600/408903_10150448950661448_669776447_8823792_1912126175_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JS7Cx8XOTTY/TvigdyCXELI/AAAAAAAAEM4/d2VE7bQblTQ/s640/408903_10150448950661448_669776447_8823792_1912126175_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-Z9uj3Oy1I/TvilhddY-JI/AAAAAAAAEOc/HvSBD8tjUj4/s1600/393349_10150448962941448_669776447_8823896_764637409_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-Z9uj3Oy1I/TvilhddY-JI/AAAAAAAAEOc/HvSBD8tjUj4/s640/393349_10150448962941448_669776447_8823896_764637409_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ecoba at PJ Trade Center!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly. This time the girls more ON than the guys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZpLgAB3rF8/Tvigfj3ANiI/AAAAAAAAENE/FSEYMPGNHwE/s1600/409415_10150448972616448_669776447_8823971_1223180123_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZpLgAB3rF8/Tvigfj3ANiI/AAAAAAAAENE/FSEYMPGNHwE/s640/409415_10150448972616448_669776447_8823971_1223180123_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sim Kuan finally uploaded the photos. Muahaha. Usually she's the one who's nagging me to put up the photos, my turn now. I didn't bring my camera that day because it was useless even if I brought it. Dunno where the charger went. Will find it later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hadn't seen Yih Wern and Guat Tyng since prom night, the BU chicks. Both of them dyed their hair. "You haven't dyed your hair?" "Nah, don't think I will." "Give you few months la." That's what Guat Tyng said. We'll see! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And see see, the cool and warm skin tone theory. Confirm I have warm skin tone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://claresauntie.typepad.com/beauty_school/2009/01/lesson-1-skintone-am-i-cool-or-warm.html"&gt;http://claresauntie.typepad.com/beauty_school/2009/01/lesson-1-skintone-am-i-cool-or-warm.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this was enlightening. Now I can dress accordingly. Maximise everything kao kao. Look better in gold jewellery, yes. Warm skin tone- yellow undertone, that's why I look better in red than in blue (cool skin tone has blue undertone, that's why Sim Kuan the fair bitch looks good in navy blue. I love red, but it's a bit in-your-face sometimes. Red is like the colour. Sometimes I look highly on a colour based on how bright it is. Blind me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl9tJ6wqkwo/TviuKySfQgI/AAAAAAAAEPM/iDmWC1LnHcI/s1600/400071_10150448972876448_669776447_8823974_269178420_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl9tJ6wqkwo/TviuKySfQgI/AAAAAAAAEPM/iDmWC1LnHcI/s640/400071_10150448972876448_669776447_8823974_269178420_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSgkSrSw1_4/TviuRUV2C7I/AAAAAAAAEPU/bf3gtKVwaeU/s1600/395571_10150448961641448_669776447_8823884_1217548363_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSgkSrSw1_4/TviuRUV2C7I/AAAAAAAAEPU/bf3gtKVwaeU/s640/395571_10150448961641448_669776447_8823884_1217548363_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL I DUNNO WHY I KEPT DOING THIS POUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Usually I have this "what you want" look when I pout and I tilt my face down. Xuan's one, she tilt her face up, and skinny up her cheeks. Sim Kuan's one, goofy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It suits my parting. Realized when I do the pout plus the middle-parting, I look a bit like Jun Wen. Got the... vibe. Did middle-parting for the night, hadn't changed my side-parting in a bajillion years. I asked Li Chen and Sim Kuan which one they preferred- 50/50. And you know 50/50 is like answered equals to no answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sim Kuan says I look more mature with side-parting. Middle-parting looks younger. But I like that it's more flattering to take pictures with. Side-parting, sometimes cover one eye and make eyes smaller. As if not small enough, FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1kjCtJuqdY/TviuVb3fesI/AAAAAAAAEPc/q5WXRXEjpew/s1600/397608_10150448959976448_669776447_8823870_699191789_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1kjCtJuqdY/TviuVb3fesI/AAAAAAAAEPc/q5WXRXEjpew/s640/397608_10150448959976448_669776447_8823870_699191789_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MUAHAHA HER CAMERA SO NICE ONE everyone's skin looks good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now I have original everything but I wonder how different I might change give or take a few years? Like in the Cheeserland blog, now she has brown hair, coloured eyes, eyelash extensions. Few years back and everything was black. And she says once you dye your hair you'll never go back to black. Wonder if it is true ah? Will dye someday, not now. Still young. Black everything. Hair. Pupils. Eyebrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBG_Xj8_FFE/TviuYVCYRoI/AAAAAAAAEPk/HytyKdhcsoE/s1600/404505_10150448966636448_669776447_8823931_208168772_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBG_Xj8_FFE/TviuYVCYRoI/AAAAAAAAEPk/HytyKdhcsoE/s640/404505_10150448966636448_669776447_8823931_208168772_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Black tube dress and Charles &amp;amp; Keith golden strappy heels. I love that heels now, seldom wore it last time but dunno since when it started getting comfortable. Before that it almost gave me blisters. Whaturf why so schizophrenic one?! MUAHAHA I got schizophrenic right on first try. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We always say this- Xuan got the boobs. Sim Kuan got the legs. I'm the ass. You know, women's assets la. But got butt means got thighs. Ma de, everything I eat it goes there. My tummy is MISPLACED! Ass a bit harder to show la how to show you tell me?!?!?!? Boobs got cleavage and low-cut tops legs got shorts and high heels. BUTT LEH?!?!?!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's why, sometimes when I take pictures I turn sideways. ^^ MUAHAHAHAH. PERKY ANOT. Okay pretend I never typed that. Siet Yen's pose is very nice to use. Super!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9jsyRJsiNc/Tvi1VJo1Q_I/AAAAAAAAEQE/sV_x2blylnc/s1600/296603250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9jsyRJsiNc/Tvi1VJo1Q_I/AAAAAAAAEQE/sV_x2blylnc/s320/296603250.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8t_GKcEhQY/Tvi1Cxw421I/AAAAAAAAEP8/ryGk0yTM7PE/s1600/photo+2%25289%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8t_GKcEhQY/Tvi1Cxw421I/AAAAAAAAEP8/ryGk0yTM7PE/s320/photo+2%25289%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah Siet Yen was like "you wear make up! Only big events you wear one!". True true, last time I used to try perfecting the art of using eyeliner but I gave up. Lazy liao. Now, just put eyeshadow. Especially if got second round! Sparkle the whole shit up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA I KID! Usually I use the brown palette, Majolica Majorca. That day I finally used the purple one from Shiseido Integrate. I like the shimmery part. Neh, not really good in makeup. Will sit in front of my comp, watch how-tos and learn soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know Li Chen is getting good at makeup, she's taking classes. Damn jealous she got new beauty skills. &amp;gt;:( I like that time she put on her eyeshadow for Xuan's bday. Two-tone greyish colour. Sim Kuan one, she used to like doing eyeliners. Now she gave up. Very lazy to remove makeup, especially mascara. I know the feeling! Ah! Wendy also good at makeup, she put what also it pops. She has the (fair) skin for it. Purple, blue, whatever colour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4VB06rAgmQ/TvigbLwHxGI/AAAAAAAAEMk/SYO9K89vHRw/s1600/395428_10150448978766448_669776447_8824014_281578296_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4VB06rAgmQ/TvigbLwHxGI/AAAAAAAAEMk/SYO9K89vHRw/s640/395428_10150448978766448_669776447_8824014_281578296_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="409" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More pics, with the person I see almost everyday. Even now that school has ended. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah. Ecoba! We arrived the earliest, Sim Kuan and I and Qi Yao and Siet Yen. Siet Yen said it was better to wait for the orders and not order first but I thought wtf I very hungry and it takes time to cook so I thought of ordering it first but refrain from eating until they come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the end Siet Yen ordered salad and I ordered pasta and no I ate when it came, because the others already came. ^^ Vincent he sot one, never ordered anything, drink big glasses of beers to get full. Ahem later beer belly shit shit! Lucky he does gym!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yih Wern had to jaga her sis for a while. She was shy at first but I know act only. Last time I went Yih Wern's house, she showed me everything. Screamed, jumped, etc etc doing all the yehdiu things kids do. After a while she got bored of eating the mushroom soup, climbed under the table. I was like WTF WHY CAN FEEL SOMETHING DOWN THERE. Of course not cat la human la Ecoba not mamak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJENgXIuiJk/Tvigb0v7wKI/AAAAAAAAEMo/sCFXk1EUX6c/s1600/401220_10150448979711448_669776447_8824018_1590591764_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJENgXIuiJk/Tvigb0v7wKI/AAAAAAAAEMo/sCFXk1EUX6c/s640/401220_10150448979711448_669776447_8824018_1590591764_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then proceed to Second Round. The guys were there la, some came after working. Good, good! Ding, Rysher, Weng Hock, Nazri, Brandon. Hock Dog greeted me with a hug, it is for a sign of respect for Dog Queen. See my lips there shiny again, touched up with Sim Kuan's MM lipgloss. And it is lost! Her notorious LV purse! Added with hidden blackhole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--YYhe9qib54/Tvigc0HkBeI/AAAAAAAAEM0/AtQzypUxb9U/s1600/408221_10150448977771448_669776447_8824011_1453778268_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--YYhe9qib54/Tvigc0HkBeI/AAAAAAAAEM0/AtQzypUxb9U/s640/408221_10150448977771448_669776447_8824011_1453778268_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Rysher and Jin Fye, Jin Fye da one with the big-ass bag, so during clubbing we stashed our handbags in his bag (me, Sim Kuan, Guat Tyng) and it became the mother-of-all-bags. If you bring your handbags to second round, be prepared to risk it. That I know, that's why have to leave your Prada and LVs at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought my bag would be safe in Fye's bag, but you know la I wanted to check handphone so I got my bag, got my bag placed in on the table, table wet, Sim Kuan spilled some coke. SO. In the end also kena. Wet my bag. Cipet. At least not as bad as my previous bag! It was soaked, inundated, wet, drippy, clammy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Long queue to go into Sanctuary. Like very happening, but I dunno why I couldn't get the mood right in there. We went in with Sorei, Ci Min, them. Sorei looked fashionable. Recognized the flowy white top from Zara. Also saw Kong Fong them, BSD peepo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA3XYAI6yDs/Tviv-AXGBZI/AAAAAAAAEPw/GjAqmWf_Nn4/s1600/389911_10150479245608001_723183000_8952766_219473090_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA3XYAI6yDs/Tviv-AXGBZI/AAAAAAAAEPw/GjAqmWf_Nn4/s640/389911_10150479245608001_723183000_8952766_219473090_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jun Wen posted this pic today, from prom night. Pics ah, if you post it more then three days after the outing it feels old and nostalgic like shit. OH IT HAPPENED..?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken at Movida, top floor. Jun Wen gestured to take picture I remembered. Quickly act sober! Not bad hor. I think I should always have a hairgrip with me whenever I go second round. Easier to... move. That night cukup ON la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkkVhD8V35E/TvipfCDn02I/AAAAAAAAEPA/WNfWmyt_7o0/s1600/bb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkkVhD8V35E/TvipfCDn02I/AAAAAAAAEPA/WNfWmyt_7o0/s400/bb2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lucfPRMVH0k/TvilY3GbfuI/AAAAAAAAEOE/5CQ_w3-sdyc/s1600/bb1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lucfPRMVH0k/TvilY3GbfuI/AAAAAAAAEOE/5CQ_w3-sdyc/s400/bb1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You might noticed, I've also changed my blog template! The previous one was the travel theme with green antique home background shit. That one didn't last long, forgot to even screenshot it. I ran into someone's blog, saw the exact template, dulan. Straightaway, change! Background photo from tumblr. Just rmbr seeing it and OHH WHAT A NICE ROOM!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Neh, I want my blog to be more about fashion. Fashion la. Everyday fashion. Go out, dress up, take peecheer. I want camera. BWAHAH, still drooling!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think wrote a lot of crap today? Last week, busy until no time to write. I want life to be that way. T^T. One day don't go out, I will emohai! Please! How can you treat a Forever ON person liddis!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gate man, faster fix my gate kao kao so Cooper can go out! Pwease (*3*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-1952511658576354899?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/1952511658576354899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/ecoba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/1952511658576354899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/1952511658576354899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/ecoba.html' title='Ecoba'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JS7Cx8XOTTY/TvigdyCXELI/AAAAAAAAEM4/d2VE7bQblTQ/s72-c/408903_10150448950661448_669776447_8823792_1912126175_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-3141632420735902327</id><published>2011-12-25T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T00:58:16.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Today is Christmas, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8 in the morning and I remember vaguely of taking a 2 hour nap yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7InqRZ50m-4/TvZwVnl34II/AAAAAAAAEJ8/xNgdoURerJE/s1600/1164675_460s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7InqRZ50m-4/TvZwVnl34II/AAAAAAAAEJ8/xNgdoURerJE/s400/1164675_460s.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was having fun on &lt;a href="http://9gag.com/"&gt;9GAG&lt;/a&gt;- a tasteful website with artistic interpretations of memes, and decided to watch this vid:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/monld16SCtM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/monld16SCtM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a cute animation HAHA! And the halfway through it made me cry worse than if someone had slapped me across the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whiseuVRlOw/TvZwd-iiCcI/AAAAAAAAEKU/tfq4puG2F4w/s1600/IMG_0160_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whiseuVRlOw/TvZwd-iiCcI/AAAAAAAAEKU/tfq4puG2F4w/s640/IMG_0160_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quite precisely describe how I felt with Chuckie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to cry over spilt milk, I want to be grateful for what I have- but it doesn't mean that sometimes you won't miss it, won't want to have it and just realize there's no way you can get it back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, if you asked me if I rather had it, lost it, cried for it, or rather had nothing at all- I'd choose the former at any give time. Life is about give and take. Not stand by the sidelines, play safe and watch opportunities go by, you're doing it wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really despise people crying, ironic that I'm the one doing it now. I hate to see cry-babies. But being a girl, it's like one day you're on the top of the world and the next day you feel like dying. The worse part is you can't pinpoint exactly what makes you feel that way in the first place. It's pretty funny seeing how sad I describe life it, after I got happy again. It's like I wonder why I'm so stupid, getting unhappy because of the little things. Holiday has made me too free? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY DISTRACTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMKWEARU7Kw/TvZwaBgef5I/AAAAAAAAEKI/-TsM6DUZVR0/s1600/391314553561113145518201301072.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="540" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMKWEARU7Kw/TvZwaBgef5I/AAAAAAAAEKI/-TsM6DUZVR0/s640/391314553561113145518201301072.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want a new camera. I bring my current Samsung PL-151 wherever I go. I've taken around four thousand pictures with it, used it for a year. Got it since last Christmas. The thing I really like is the Dual LCD, super for camwhoring and finding the perfect angle. The bad thing, it doesn't do well in low-light conditions and the shutter speed is not quick enough. Sometimes the pictures are too dark, too blur- those shit. And because it is built for portraits, it doesn't take very wide shots. Too good for portraits for its own good, ma de.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMwNuX1OAzM/TvZ2U0t385I/AAAAAAAAELE/wWXBA2NvnYM/s1600/portraits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="492" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMwNuX1OAzM/TvZ2U0t385I/AAAAAAAAELE/wWXBA2NvnYM/s640/portraits.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The pictures from my camera, always only can see the face. I want change. I'm thinking Olympus Pen Mini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/2011/10/olympus-pen-mini/"&gt;http://cheeserland.com/2011/10/olympus-pen-mini/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nice review here. I like reading her blog, has been stalking it the whole night ^^ Love her fashion sense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The thing is the camera gives me a good incentive to dress up. When I dress up, it is firstly for myself- so I feel good and look good. Secondly, it's for impression on other people. Third is for attention. I don't want to blend in, who the fuck wants their existence to be forgettable. Fourth is so that I am ready if I ever meet a hot one. Fifth is to take picture. *reasons not in order of importance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I am kind of... vain? GIRL WAD. GIRL'S NATURE. I cannot walk pass a reflecting surface without checking myself out. I have a radar for mirroring surfaces. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That camera is about Rm1700 I think? I want it... because I a lot of fashion bloggers have it. AHAHAHAH! But I want the Mini, because my handbag is small. Also afraid that I might not bring it around too often because of it's size. The selling point is the DSLR-like pictures but without the heftiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBedOxyArh4/TvZwGVCZToI/AAAAAAAAEJk/4aw7SEn17Uk/s1600/387365_150551815048047_100002796872987_139515_726906957_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBedOxyArh4/TvZwGVCZToI/AAAAAAAAEJk/4aw7SEn17Uk/s640/387365_150551815048047_100002796872987_139515_726906957_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Xuan's camera is not bad, Canon dunno wad. This pic was taken using her camera. Everyone uses Canon. ^^ This one's much better than her previous one (Canon too). The older one blur like shit. HAGAGA! This one absorbs lighting well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkqJNEM3l2k/TvZv0dv_jVI/AAAAAAAAEJM/d3eQc3W1ypQ/s1600/384476_150552661714629_100002796872987_139537_1129807934_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkqJNEM3l2k/TvZv0dv_jVI/AAAAAAAAEJM/d3eQc3W1ypQ/s640/384476_150552661714629_100002796872987_139537_1129807934_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4u-WD7cEsaM/TvZwMROMa7I/AAAAAAAAEJw/PWuFHace9Ys/s1600/IMG_1313_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4u-WD7cEsaM/TvZwMROMa7I/AAAAAAAAEJw/PWuFHace9Ys/s640/IMG_1313_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Was so speechless seeing this on Xuan's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Woof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sim Kuan also uses Canon, but she shit one, never bring camera. Had to use her's today though, it was not bad! Took a lot of pictures at Ecoba. I don't know how to blog outings without pictures. The bad thing about taking pictures on someone else's camera- can't filter them, can't post them whenever you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve was a little odd. I felt like I didn't do anything- maybe because I hadn't slept. We had dinner at Ecoba, Vincent organized. Siet Yen, Qi Yao, Sim Kuan, Yih Wern, Guat Tyng, Jin Fye came. Was happy to see the last three because I hadn't seen them since prom night. Other people, FFK. So funny that this time the girls were more ON than the guys. Some of the guys were working. On Christmas Eve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The starting before the outing was heart-breaking. I was supposed to pick Sim Kuan and Siet Yen up from Sk's house but Sim Kuan had to pick me up in the end. My dad reversed his car for me and he opened the gate. The gate caught his tyre. He went forward. The gate followed with the tyre, crashed, came off its hinges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The feeling of watching your house gate fly off its hinges is... kind of like getting a stab in the stomach. I hate seeing things get damages. House, cars, clothes. In the afternoon I was happily waxing and scrubbing my car. Even washed my dad's car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My dad's car was not that badly damaged(relatively speaking), just some scratches and the rubber strip sliced off. So for a while, three of us(dad,bro,me) were squatting in front of the house trying to fix the gate. The neighbours were wondering what happened. "EH, GOT BREAK-IN AH?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I measured my car and the gate. Supposed I did manage to squeeze the car out, how in the world can I park back without scratching it. No way I will risk scratching my car! ...Maybe if I had bubble wraps, I'd try it. This also got me feeling down, thinking that I can't go out. And also the feeling of guilt. If I followed my family instead of friends that would've never happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But... what's done is done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, I miss the pasta carbonara from Ecoba thou. We went to Sanctuary after that. Ding, Rysher and Weng Hock came to meet us. RM78, fucking not worth it. Some people didn't even pay. No place to dance inside. I was desperate for a place to dance. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I danced on the speakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everything was a blur. Might have to catch up on my sleep soon. :3 Sim Kuan will be going Malacca, lucky only for 2 days if not I emohai already. Need to fix gate. What else. Find college. What else. HA. DUNNO. HA. AAH. CANNOT THINK ALREADY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-3141632420735902327?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/3141632420735902327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/xmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/3141632420735902327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/3141632420735902327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/xmas-eve.html' title='Xmas Eve'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7InqRZ50m-4/TvZwVnl34II/AAAAAAAAEJ8/xNgdoURerJE/s72-c/1164675_460s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-6874000395152887476</id><published>2011-12-22T03:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T04:03:00.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangsar &amp; Hartamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p9msIdVm-Dw/TvIoef_Q_DI/AAAAAAAAEGU/1bXDaBBmhfc/s1600/SAM_4800_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p9msIdVm-Dw/TvIoef_Q_DI/AAAAAAAAEGU/1bXDaBBmhfc/s640/SAM_4800_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hoho. Still enjoying my holidays. Having a car really makes everything easier. I love my car car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God I'm through with getting P license. Advantage of being born early! :) ... I used to hate that I was born early. Often, people never got me birthday presents. I shamelessly asked my friends why, and sometimes they give this answer- "I wasn't close with you at the beginning of the year". !~@#$%^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then there's another thing of having a crush with someone and the 75% chance that you will be older than him. How can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay enough crap at least I'm flying with my car now. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Bangsar Village Shopping Mall on Tuesday with Sim Kuan and Shao Yang. Been a while since I've ate at Marmalade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQevH34Bi8c/TvIoaaZgtsI/AAAAAAAAEGE/EtNmkqxgJIg/s1600/IMG_1847+%255B800x600%255D%255B4%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQevH34Bi8c/TvIoaaZgtsI/AAAAAAAAEGE/EtNmkqxgJIg/s640/IMG_1847+%255B800x600%255D%255B4%255D.png" width="486" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I used to go there often with my mama. They even changed their decorations, flowers instead of chickies on the wall now! I love their food. It's like you're in a cosy English country home and you have a marvelous cook as your Aunt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I ordered their salad, Avocado Accents. I like capsicums! And they are lucky, because they belong to the few types of veges I like. Asparagus, too. And tomatoes. I feel healthy just by pronouncing them. Shao Yang liked the place, non-stop checking out the foreigners there (only the caucasians, has a thing for blondies)! He ordered the first thing on the menu. Didn't even know what it was. HOW CAN. Quiche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But Bangsar Shopping Mall doesn't have much to shop. Warehouse, Zara, etc. But their selection is not so big. After that, we went swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vFWgKE5iq24/TvIodIh8_EI/AAAAAAAAEGM/abD8HkyVNQs/s1600/SAM_4326+%25282%2529_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vFWgKE5iq24/TvIodIh8_EI/AAAAAAAAEGM/abD8HkyVNQs/s640/SAM_4326+%25282%2529_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See, just like Xuan was with us. BWAHAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOXXn55xl3I/TvIofbqxrqI/AAAAAAAAEGY/1_hOnO7W0d8/s1600/SAM_4808_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOXXn55xl3I/TvIofbqxrqI/AAAAAAAAEGY/1_hOnO7W0d8/s640/SAM_4808_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before swimming, have to take out all my accessories. Corrosive! Makes nail polish comes off faster too. Mockingjay bracelet. I like gold accessories. Pink chain bracelet from Taiwan's night bazaar. Watch from Juicy Couture, it was on discount! But had to sacrifice for the price, had to wait 2 weeks to repair it. Worth it, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Weng Hock and Jason Chin came, but quite late. They didn't even swim, pussy. BWAHHA! It rained halfway, the lifeguards pulled out their whistles. So we wait on the loungers with the rain falling down from above. And then it did slow down to a drizzle, jumped into the pool again. #stubborn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Impromptu dinner at Valencia's Club. Miss their pizza and mushroom soup. I was beat when I came home, had nap for 3 hours until midnight. And then I woke up... and slept at 7 in the morning. Got so busy downloading apps for iPhone on my comp. It's much faster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4IqsVVVUU8/TvIogFWhC3I/AAAAAAAAEGk/VN3iuxD0D8I/s1600/SAM_4809_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4IqsVVVUU8/TvIogFWhC3I/AAAAAAAAEGk/VN3iuxD0D8I/s640/SAM_4809_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday. Found this huge Christmas tree inside a mall in Hartamas. Actually I don't know where it is. We were supposed to eat at Wendy's at Solaris. I thought Solaris was at Hartamas but it was actually Mont Kiara. Deng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ming Chun brought us the wrong way, so we ate at some Hartmas Giza-lookalike thingy. Ohhh, must have Japanese food. Finally found one after walking and walking. SENCHI? OH SENCHI? I DUNNO WAD IT'S CALLED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Had some Unagi Cheese thingy? Ohhh Unagi. I want takoyaki. Ma de Weng Hock. We were seated beside a huge tropical fish aquarium. Aww so pretty! But the restaurant so poor thing, little customers! Food was not bad though. Actually I like all japanese food. I'm biased. Sigh. High on sodium, I love salt! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner, we went to The Curve to meet Vincent, Ping Kuang, Mun Chun, Sim Kuan and Qi Yao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmbIJhO8d8I/TvIoipgEK9I/AAAAAAAAEGw/s5qNzEHKnPY/s1600/SAM_4816_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmbIJhO8d8I/TvIoipgEK9I/AAAAAAAAEGw/s5qNzEHKnPY/s640/SAM_4816_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the way, jam a while! Found fujifilm thingy in my car and took a picture while waiting for the cars to move. BWAHAH! Ming Chun was kinda scared that I was distracted. And he kept saying he wanted to pee, bladder problem. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think people find it "thrilling" to sit in my car. It's not safe, but at least it's not... boring? Trololo. :0 Sim Kuan says sometimes it feels worse than riding on a roller coaster. HAHAHAHA SHIT. It's just.. my attitude. I drive a little like Weng Hock. No wait, Weng Hock drives like me. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do things last-minute, tidak-apa attitude. And then SY, he taught me that you are the boss of the road. And red light means go, at least for Mini Cooper. AHAHA DAMN WAIT NO SAFETY FIRST! SAFETYYYY. I don't want accidents. I tell him that, he says, "Nevermind, got insurance!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7hzvP8tFeU/TvIohoHUmzI/AAAAAAAAEGo/97OLBNRWaSs/s1600/SAM_4812_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7hzvP8tFeU/TvIohoHUmzI/AAAAAAAAEGo/97OLBNRWaSs/s640/SAM_4812_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's Sim Kuan. Today Siet Yen's coming back from her week-long trip to her hometown. I wanted to see her pretty badly. But she couldn't make it in the end, someday else maybe!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Met up with them at Sanctuary. Not on yet, no boom boom boom. Feels like a while since I've been to a club. Since prom night? I don't like bars. But the good thing is that they don't make me feel like wanting to get drunk, it's only the music that gets me going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were wondering where to go and I thought of Vince's house. "Your house got anyone?" "No.. parents not home". PARTY TIME. Sim Kuan and Qi Yao went to buy Subway and also stuff for drinks like ice and coke. Hmm? Meth and cocaine? BWAHAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Initially Vincent wanteed to sit in my car but I said no because he was starting to get tipsy and I know he's double hyper when he's tipsy. Plus I was afraid of getting my car smell like alcohol and smoke. But I didn't know the way, had to beg Vince to ride in my car in the end. #damndog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He kept singing in my car. Also went the wrong way, why the guys keep bringing me to the wrong way today?! Very distracting to sit in my car meh?! Owner of the house turned out to be the last one to arrive. Everyone was waiting at the padang outside his house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then we changed place last minute, to one of Mun Chun and Vince's friend's house. Okay, forget what happened there. BWAHAHAH! Don't wanna describe it. :x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And oohhh. So fast a year has passed us by. SO FAST. I feel like I've done a lot of things this year. FEEL LAH. AHHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New banknotes! They look so fresh. Turtle on 20 ringgit note!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kk8mAOjqmEQ/TvIoYfVAcMI/AAAAAAAAEF8/AhL7-xXBxAM/s1600/398505_295253027179482_114826998555420_773972_1668059766_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kk8mAOjqmEQ/TvIoYfVAcMI/AAAAAAAAEF8/AhL7-xXBxAM/s640/398505_295253027179482_114826998555420_773972_1668059766_n.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH OH, THAT'S ABOUT IT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have fun too guys ^^ you know I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAGAGAGA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-6874000395152887476?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/6874000395152887476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/bangsar-hartamas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/6874000395152887476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/6874000395152887476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/bangsar-hartamas.html' title='Bangsar &amp; Hartamas'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p9msIdVm-Dw/TvIoef_Q_DI/AAAAAAAAEGU/1bXDaBBmhfc/s72-c/SAM_4800_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-4448967629310898675</id><published>2011-12-19T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:44:02.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-vtinlWUxQ/Tu5hADOROnI/AAAAAAAAEFE/06n97ae_BEs/s1600/SAM_4777_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-vtinlWUxQ/Tu5hADOROnI/AAAAAAAAEFE/06n97ae_BEs/s640/SAM_4777_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="312" src="http://www.xtranormal.com/xtraplayr/12838149/diam-lah-gou" width="504"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stumbled upon this website where you can make movies by adding your own dialogues. Dedicated them to my friends. Their patterns, too special and tempting not to mimic. BWAHAHAH! ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The one on the left, gave her an English accent so she would sound pompous. Macam yes, yeah yeah. The one on the right, gave her American accent. Sounds a little bimbo and yehdiu. Miss seeing them together. Combo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2r5V9MXwC0/Tu5nZw8Q9-I/AAAAAAAAEF0/QqM9YhUgr_Y/s1600/blogpp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2r5V9MXwC0/Tu5nZw8Q9-I/AAAAAAAAEF0/QqM9YhUgr_Y/s640/blogpp.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also changed my blogskin. Skyped with Sim Kuan and Xuan until 7 in the morning, shit. My limit is to hit the bed before the sun comes up. When I see the sun, damn, something in me lights up and I'll feel awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told them I felt that my blog was a bit emo what with the heavy and dark flaming background. They were like, "yeah lo, doesn't suit you at all." Before that they told me it looked nice. Denggg. So I changed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEBbnMN5kNE/Tu5hA40lTuI/AAAAAAAAEFI/CsJflkECtek/s1600/SAM_4780_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEBbnMN5kNE/Tu5hA40lTuI/AAAAAAAAEFI/CsJflkECtek/s640/SAM_4780_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went out with Sim Kuan for a while today. These pictures were taken last week, on Friday. Flower maxi. I CAME OUT FROM POPTEEN, YOU KNOWWW.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just accompanied Sim Kuan to get her subway. Got car, got money, can satisfy a lot of wants. (Y) Bumped into Weng Hock. And Mun Chun called halfway, guys always do that. Sit around, nothing to do-poke around contact list to see who they can call out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was at K Gallery's Moe De Cafe with Kok Leong, Yen Shen and Ping Kuang. His dad opened K Gallery, his second home. Everyday drink there, bwahahah! Ping Kuang has changed. I remember when we went out to drink he'd sit there and play with his phone. NOW?! Ask us if we want to go clubbing instead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blamed Mun Chun for bringing bad influence. Vincent also. Trololol. Mun Chun was like, "WHAT ALSO ME!". ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbAtLsUuqzQ/Tu5hBW8hqdI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/uTE-FCjxXsg/s1600/SAM_4781_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbAtLsUuqzQ/Tu5hBW8hqdI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/uTE-FCjxXsg/s640/SAM_4781_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wokay that's today. Woke up at 4 in the morning, rolled in the bed for an hour, still tired. Half-awake when Sim Kuan brought me out. Die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday, went to KLCC. My lion mouth, gotta open soon. Christmas present COME TO MAMA! Saw a hot guy working there. Sigh. Tall. Spiky hair. Bad boy aura. Damn. I like guys who break the rules. Rules? What rules?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bought Mission Impossible II DVD. I always to this, watch the latest one and go back to back. X-Men. The Dark Knight. Fast &amp;amp; Furious. Ocean's Eleven. James Bond. Resident Evil. Underworld. ALL MY FAVOURITES \(^o^)/ I like the whole spy/undercover agent shenanigan going on. I'M A SPY YO, CAN'T TOUCH THIS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Your mission, should you choose to accept..." "This message will self-destruct in five seconds". #DENG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At night, I thought I would stay at home... then SY called. He's out of his mind, visiting Changkat and drinking for three days in a row. In the end, him, Vincent and Weng Hock went. I was the driver of the day, ma de. SY had to sneak out. Of course if he's sneaking out there's no way the Black Nigger (Harrier) could come. The engine, when it roars to life, the gates and everything, die. Wake up the whole kampung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I drove in the end. SY and Vincent helped to fill air in my tyres while Weng Hock slurped on orange juice. My tyres were pretty empty, they took a long time to get filled. :/ Big difference, easier and gentler when going bumps and potholes now! Hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then. I forgot what bar we went to. Played with the pool table downstairs, had to ask the guys for tokens. RM3 per game. Pretty cheap! But the table was small. I remember feeling tired, but it's always like this. Tired when I'm out then when I go home I regain my energy. I know why already. My house gives me power.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNmWMOEu4h0/Tu5aLfV5CXI/AAAAAAAAEE8/BGQuwxCWEcc/s1600/SAM_3557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNmWMOEu4h0/Tu5aLfV5CXI/AAAAAAAAEE8/BGQuwxCWEcc/s640/SAM_3557.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Random polaroid from Aus. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday, went to swim at Sierramas' community centre. It was not bad! Swam with Sim Kuan and someone. I rushed home, thought there was family dinner, but ate on takeout instead. !~@#!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Friday, went to 1U with Sim Kuan, Qi Yao, Chun Moon. And one of Chun Moon's surprise friend. Oh yeah shit. That night, SY also called out of the sudden. "You tell me you Forever ON right?" "Yeah..." "Want to go KL?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I went. Drove and met up at Daniel's house. SY drove us there, first time going to Changkat. Daniel loves promoting that place because his DJ-ing mentor works there, and he might work there next time too. We drank at The Whisky Bar- well, they drank, I didn't. Chitchat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Go KL sure come back at 3 in the morning. Deng. Papa doesn't like me coming back so late. I understand that. Once in a while, loh. Going back, I drove because I was the one who didn't drink. Daniel said my driving's steady! HOHO. But, one bad thing is that I always don't remember directions. Need human GPS if I'm going somewhere unfamiliar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was okay driving SY's Harrier because I drove Ping Kuang's two days before. Drunk Vince. Shit. I need to set myself a limit. But if I know I'm not gonna dance, I feel like the incentive to get drunk/tipsy is not there. I want lights, music, stage. BWAHAAH! Bars and friend's house, I don't feel like getting tipsy. Your body will take time to recover from the alcohol as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh. Find college. Find my trial results. AH GAH. So lazy to do all this. But it's important, have to think long-term!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's about it, bye peepos! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-4448967629310898675?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/4448967629310898675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-stumbled-upon-this-website-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/4448967629310898675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/4448967629310898675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-stumbled-upon-this-website-where.html' title='Forever on'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-vtinlWUxQ/Tu5hADOROnI/AAAAAAAAEFE/06n97ae_BEs/s72-c/SAM_4777_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-3046679866319530638</id><published>2011-12-16T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T03:06:07.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissaten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQiNq2tSEvk/TuolqtxiHtI/AAAAAAAAEEU/A6iwvY7t7yU/s1600/307814_137626746340554_100002796872987_114378_884002007_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQiNq2tSEvk/TuolqtxiHtI/AAAAAAAAEEU/A6iwvY7t7yU/s640/307814_137626746340554_100002796872987_114378_884002007_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sim Kuan finally released herself from self-imposed prison today. Glad to see her. So funny, it's like it has been a long time since she's seen the sun. BWAHAHAH! Just five days though! She has the usual model-casting day look. Skinny jeans, t-shirt, big prada bag, black heels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I noticed her bags are always big and square. Like can fit laptops. AGAGAG! Mine are squarish with rounded edges. Confirm small. Enough for the essentials- purse, phone, camera, keys. If I bring a big bag, sure I'll feel like I should put more things in it. Better go light!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awcLeN2K4i4/TuongEgoePI/AAAAAAAAEEs/kVdg8IXBCZI/s1600/298753_1376267230d07223_100002796872987_114377_2009113206_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awcLeN2K4i4/TuongEgoePI/AAAAAAAAEEs/kVdg8IXBCZI/s640/298753_1376267230d07223_100002796872987_114377_2009113206_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wore this floral dress shit with peplum. Old picture, remember we swapped dresses the next day. I took her pink dress (notorious for bringing bad luck, I forgot to bring two things to Siet Yen's party wearing that) and she took mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aww. Feels like such a long time since I've seen her. Become australia hai already. I must blog more, so that I can rub it into Xuan's face. Wait nola, actually I blog to let her feel like she's part of it. BWAHAHHA! And I must go outings more, cannot be lifeless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wilt without friends. I need to go out, dress up, hang out! Be outing hai better than emo hai you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMqAUfXFPrs/Tuolsm6jiOI/AAAAAAAAEEc/VN-RDEb_SrM/s1600/87f27306086711e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMqAUfXFPrs/Tuolsm6jiOI/AAAAAAAAEEc/VN-RDEb_SrM/s640/87f27306086711e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wore this pair of heels today. Vincci red platform wedges. Four and a half inch I think? For some reason, this gets uncomfortable quicker than other four and a half wedges that I have. I always put a pair of low-maintenance shoes in the car; when I drive, I often have to stop by my friend's house, damn lazy to put on/take off my shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fed my car some petrol(SAME SHELL STATION EVERYTIME) before heading out. Was running low. I only use about RM50/week because the drive to school is near. Now I don't know, depends on how often I go out. 1.6 cc, but I seldom ever fill it fully. I think never. AAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I do it then I will have this mentality- go further nevermind, it's alright, I still have petrol. And then end up doing all sorts of unnecessary shits. Wallet have more money, will think to spend more. Always have this sort of mentality. DAMN DOG. BWHAAH! I think short-term, satisfy wants more than completing the needs first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sim Kuan drove to my house and we drove to SS2. She was the GPS of the day. So funny, I remember Sim Kuan and Shao Yang both showing directions to Giza to me, but different ones. Two GPS fighting in my car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ61tYOngiM/Tuona6v6ebI/AAAAAAAAEEk/fCxH3B6ehbM/s1600/12-13-Print.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ61tYOngiM/Tuona6v6ebI/AAAAAAAAEEk/fCxH3B6ehbM/s640/12-13-Print.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was the shit. YUMMY. !@#$%^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kissaten at Jaya One. I usually order Chicken Teriyaki Burger. It was the first thing I ordered when I first went there and it has become the only thing I ordered. Mmm. Must try something else next time. Sim Kuan recommended it. "Sim Kuan, Kissaten nice eh." "OF COURSE LA, WHO RECOMMEND ONE YOU TELL ME?". *deng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But the thing I despise is that one or two of their waiters are really nosy. Same faces. Sim Kuan always notice them. He mopped the floor. After 5 minutes, came and mop again. WTF?! Hover around like paparazzi. Sigh, pretty is like that one. BWAHAH JK LOL ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gave him cockstare whenever he came near. Creepy. Hmm, I think I got Sim Kuan's perasan-ness. Actually, come to think of it, all of my friends are very perasan- Xuan... Siet Yen... ahem...^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GIgOt3N-OG4/Tuo-NLPQSwI/AAAAAAAAEE0/_sflQZJHvVo/s1600/1104_28+Chatime3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GIgOt3N-OG4/Tuo-NLPQSwI/AAAAAAAAEE0/_sflQZJHvVo/s640/1104_28+Chatime3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that, we went SS2 Mall to get Chatime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite order- Mango Smoothie, slight sugar, grass jelly and aloe vera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girl taking the cup was like, "Grass jelly AND aloe vera?". Nice weyh. ^^ I like to eat Chatime, not to drink Chatime. The whole thing was like jelly and ice cream. Teehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You know, they always give those cards for you to collect stamps- one drink one stamp and you'll get a free drink. I forgot who, but someone once said it has another meaning- "collect all means you have to check blood sugar levels already." :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;NEVERMIND, WE STILL YOUNG AND UNSTOPPABLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that, went home. Sim Kuan chilled at my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Qi Yao called. Accompany him to eat steamboat. Mun Chun called. He was bored. Guys on holiday, flop around their beds and poke contact list, try one by one to see who's on. ME?! I FOREVER ON ONE. EVERYDAY PHONE MUST RING. "Want go out?" "You ON, I ON." BWHAAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think I'll lose touch with my high school friends. They're like.. one wholesome gang. See a lot of ex-form fives sticking to their high school gang eventhough they have college friends. College friends is more of a casual thing maybe? And an important thing with high school friends, you don't have to worry about friends not getting along with each other if you're going out in a gang. In fact, worry if they'll get closer than you. BWAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the woh wohs, see them all the time. Especially the Science Twos. Vincent, Shao Yang, Weng Hock, Ping Kuang, Theng Loo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Mun Chun's house after steamboat. Ping Kuang brought his younger bro. Teach him bad things my god. "Stupid bitch! Fuck! This one is bitch bitch jie jie!" MA DE GOU. Sim Kuan was playing Grand Theft Auto. Damn violent. And Mun Chun's bedsheets damn smelly. Unlike Vincent and Shao Yang's. ^^ I think because he likes to smoke in his room. BWAHAH! Gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After a while, went back! End of my Thursday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, the night before, went to Excalibur with Mun Chun, Ping Kuang and Vincent. Because... I stayed home for the whole day. Asked Ping Kuang to fetch me because it was so late. Later my dad thinks I have car already, can fly out late late. Cannot! Must prove to him, no car also can fly! Dap pang. But then.. later he thinks some guy took me away. DAMN HARD TO PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But it was okay. "Pa I'm going out" "So late? Come here." "Oh, I'll go out a while only!" "Nevermind. Just come here." Kinda scared. Went to him. "AH girl, come help me read message." BWAHAHAH! Cheh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah the Excalibur shit was at K Gallery. His dad owns the building so the owner treated us free drinks. "Pays" to have good relations! Bwhahaha! But the whole thing was more like a guys thing. Thai performers. The guitarist was quite hot. But... Thailand lai de....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AAHAHAH! Okay. Whatever happens in drunk land stays in drunk land. I didn't drink much, only the guys. I just wanted to come out. Deng, cannot last staying home for one day. Gou. Fetched Vincent with Ping Kuang's Harrier, he needed to rest. His car very big and steady, not bad! Like driving a fucking van!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm. I wonder if the guys are coming out in a decent way. Later they tell their girlfriends they were eating but they were drinking... and then their girlfriends read my blog... DIE LOH. BWHAAHHAH! Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That was Wednesday and Thursday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HEEE WHAT'S GOING TO COME NEXT? ^^ Enjoying holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ehBTKbGBvHc" width="853"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks freaky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's an important message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightening to watch. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-3046679866319530638?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/3046679866319530638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/kissaten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/3046679866319530638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/3046679866319530638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/kissaten.html' title='Kissaten'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQiNq2tSEvk/TuolqtxiHtI/AAAAAAAAEEU/A6iwvY7t7yU/s72-c/307814_137626746340554_100002796872987_114378_884002007_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-553605498750117797</id><published>2011-12-14T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:07:29.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fT8l4_k2k6U/TufANDOMuBI/AAAAAAAAED4/oGXkClyZI1M/s1600/IMG_0785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fT8l4_k2k6U/TufANDOMuBI/AAAAAAAAED4/oGXkClyZI1M/s640/IMG_0785.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello! ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My emo mood has lifted already. Went out the whole day. I need people. I NEED FRIENDS TO BE HAPPY. STAY AT HOME? BECOME ROTTEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCH1rTs0J6g/TufBn2U_V0I/AAAAAAAAEEI/_1myhsifrL0/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCH1rTs0J6g/TufBn2U_V0I/AAAAAAAAEEI/_1myhsifrL0/s640/001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went out with Shao Yang for lunch in the afternoon. He asked me to call him when I'm awake the day before because he knows I'll sleep late. Set a time, sure I feel grumpy to wake up. We went around 3. Lol! I slept at 7 in the morning yesterday, absorbed in reading "Da Vinci Code" by Dan Brown. It was creepy the way hidden symbols in iconic things get uncovered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We weren't sure where to eat at first. I didn't want to go somewhere like mamak. GO MAMAK HOW TO WEAR NICE CLOTHES !@#$ Then I remembered it's been a while since I've been to Solaris. The most I remember was during New Year's Eve. The whole roads got blocked and was replaced by chairs and tables instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Walked around for a while. Went to eat Ole Ole Bali in the end. Ordered Chicken Burger, huge and filling. Yum yum ^^ SY treated me because I treated him some days before. How nice! Went back to SY's house after eating, Ping Kuang dropped by to take his camera. HE DAMN YEHDIU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Played with SY's dog for a while. Aiyor. I miss having a dog so much you know. A small, cuddly dog. Lucian one is good for exercising and roughing up^^ Sigh. He reminds me of Chuckie so much. Shih-Tzu too. Sigh. Aiyor. Ma de.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SY's house was totes empty. He let me see his Sims house. "COME LA, DAMN NICE EH". AHAHA, I can imagine him sitting in front of the comp all day. Lifeless^^ We're so close, his house is my house. Borrowed some movies. "Never Let Me Go" and "Time Traveler's Wife". Something to fill my time in between!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Susz5sZS0Ok/TufAXR48EnI/AAAAAAAAEEA/AYWqRLPeRs4/s1600/SAM_4776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Susz5sZS0Ok/TufAXR48EnI/AAAAAAAAEEA/AYWqRLPeRs4/s640/SAM_4776.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went to 1U with Vincent and Ming Chun after that. Lester was there too, he slept over at Vince's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ate at Delicious. Vincent and Lester were still stuck in jam. Ming Chun didn't eat, watched me eat salad again. He kept hinting me it was time to treat him for that lost bet in swimming. But he treated in the end. Lol? He asked me if SY treated me in the afternoon. I said yeah. "Oh. Then I must treat more than him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guys want face ^^ MUAHAHAH. Good also, gentleman. It's nice when a guy pays for the first time out. But I don't expect them to do it all the time. So much money meh? But with friends it's nice to give and take, you belanja me and I belanja you sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like it when people ask indiscriminately for people to treat them. The best way to encourage the "you treat me, I treat you" habit is by treating someone first, then you'll see if they have the urge to pay you back. If they don't, then it's a small price to pay to see that they won't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes they may not treat you back but help you in some other ways, like transport or finding things for you. Mmm. And, if they're a really good friend, who cares if they pay back? Better treat someone because you feel like it, not because you want to be paid back! ^^ But money is a petty matter when it comes to true friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to play pool after that. Been a long time since I've played pool. :( I thought of Xuan and how she would come if she was in our home soil. And then deja vu, she lined me! ^^ Sim Kuan and Xuan are like "sad you guys party without me!". But I also very sad you guys cannot party with me you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Played for a while, Vincent and Lester finally came. We retired for a while, let them play. Vincent kept shaking his butt when playing. He was imitating someone. The.. dancing queen. ^^ MUAHAHAH!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then 1U shops were about to close, had to find food quickly because Ming Chun hasn't eaten much. Vincent and Lester played pool for a while longer. Ate at some random japanese restaurant. Newly-opened one. Watami. Opposite Clarins. Their service was good man! Surprising for Japanese restaurant! Usually their service damn dog. Like Sushi Zanmai. Food good but not enough waiters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure about the food. Vincent came after a while, Lester left. Vince&amp;nbsp; paid for the pool. Said no need to give him back money. The guys so generous today. Then, drove them to Vincent's house. Vincent house... famous as a freaking winehouse. He drank and we chatted. Parents(ours except Vince's) kept calling because it was getting late. Potong stim. Hoho. Chit chat chit chat. His house was empty too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Except for the famous Meta(housekeeper). I accidentally took her slippers and left my high-heels at his house. 'She angry ah?" ".. Want her to wear high heels wash car meh?!". BWAHAHAH! And Vince's house has a very cool thing. The car porch lights are automatic. Shit man. When you open the door and step into the porch, all lights bling to your attention. Ma de. So cool. I want for my room too. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's nice that people find me out. COME LA, GIVE ME STUFF TO DO. I DON'T WANT TO LAY AROUND AT HOME. All the woh wohs, kind of see them often eventhough there's no school. Went to Vince's house three days in a row. Makan makan with SY. The girls, still off. Weng Hock called and asked me why I didn't call him to 1U. Ma de. Guys call me out one. Girl must act good girl a bit, later people think I'm pou kia. So when I'm out I'll give the excuse, ohhhh, they called me out one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oovooed with Siet Yen and Daniel. Siet Yen, Xuan, Sim Kuan- all have the same aim. To own a Chanel 2.55. BWAHAAH! I want it too, but not as much as they do. Skyped with Xuan so happy to see her. MUAHAH. Updated her. Sim Kuan fell asleep in between skyping times. ALOLO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some other stuff, wrote somewhere else. I don't dare to write too much personal stuff here. MUST KEEP MY MYSTERIOUS SIDE TOO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TEEHEE ^^ Byeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-553605498750117797?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/553605498750117797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/pool-pool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/553605498750117797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/553605498750117797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/pool-pool.html' title='Pool pool'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fT8l4_k2k6U/TufANDOMuBI/AAAAAAAAED4/oGXkClyZI1M/s72-c/IMG_0785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-7524075101486230784</id><published>2011-12-12T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:04:20.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottom of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3r3uttZwu0/TuYUNcKiG8I/AAAAAAAAEDg/1O2_uJqlf0Y/s1600/SAM_4741_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3r3uttZwu0/TuYUNcKiG8I/AAAAAAAAEDg/1O2_uJqlf0Y/s640/SAM_4741_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Prom is over, just like that. Prom was overrated. School was underrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Without school, I am lost. I wish it was like the old times, where December was just a holiday and I would have to greet school again on January. But reality hits, it's not. It's pointless to try and bring it back. All I have now is to enjoy what I had, cherish the memories. I'm glad I spent the last year of high school fully. Very fully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I used to be a nerd, reclusive. Or at least that's what I felt like. Never used to go out. Until I turned Form 5, went to Theng Loo's party and after that I just wanted outings and more outings, parties and more parties. I love dressing up and hanging out with friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I found perverse pleasure testing how long I could stay out before my parents lectured. Then they realized I'm growing up, and accepted it. Heck, they even made extra keys so they don't have to leave the keys somewhere else for me to grab when I've come home and everyone's asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the beginning, I went out at least once in a week. Mostly it was with Siet Yen and Jun Wen. And then Sim Kuan got her car, I went out few days a week. And then I got my car, went out almost everyday. Especially because of Xuan, with her motto- "you ON, I ON". Speechless, alolo! A phase where I went swimming often, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For now, Xuan is in Australia for three weeks. Siet Yen and Sim Kuan... can't go out. So it's mostly the guys for outings. Vincent. Weng Hock. Shao Yang. All the woh wohs. I don't like seeing people leave. I used to be okay. But I need something. Just something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A routine maybe. Something to wake up to in the morning. Now, I sleep in my bed for hours at the end. I have not much to do anyway, why not waste it by sleeping it off. Good grief. Cannot cannot. Life cannot be so pointless. Find college, find part-time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They say things get worse before they get better. School has just finally ended and I'm feeling nostalgic. I'll be okay soon, and forget I ever wrote this cheesy post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/7381697741588373438-7524075101486230784?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/7524075101486230784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/bottom-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/7524075101486230784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/7524075101486230784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/bottom-of-my-heart.html' title='Bottom of my heart'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3r3uttZwu0/TuYUNcKiG8I/AAAAAAAAEDg/1O2_uJqlf0Y/s72-c/SAM_4741_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-5879776243283248982</id><published>2011-12-09T03:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T05:09:58.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete jungles</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7Tn-AOsJt0/TuET50X-NKI/AAAAAAAAECg/4I1ivrycra4/s1600/SAM_4659_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7Tn-AOsJt0/TuET50X-NKI/AAAAAAAAECg/4I1ivrycra4/s640/SAM_4659_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was right after my last paper, EST. SPM is finally over. High school is finally over. Nostalgia has yet to kick in, it feels like I'm just on a holiday and I'll return school soon... BWAHAHA, you wished ^^&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to KLCC today. It was supposed to be Qi Yao, Siet Yen, Xuan, Sim Kuan and I but Weng Hock, Daniel, Cheng How, Min Limn, and their friend "Hao Yang"(?) came too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went to pick Sim Kuan up after school, she had car issues! Should also, she used to bring me a lot last time. BSD strategic &amp;lt;3 Siet Yen kept asking Sim Kuan to ask me to finish my paper faster, she has to go home around evening. I was like WHAT LA SPM MORE IMPORTANT THAN SHOPPING. And then Siet Yen says Qi Yao's coming at 12.30.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;15 minutes to fetch Sim Kuan and Xuan ma de. And I felt the pressure. Obeying appointed times is hard when you're picking people up. The little things add up, go down from your car, wait for them to lock the doors and shit. When people come and pick you up you have plenty of time to get ready in your house. Xuan, Sim Kuan and I always go by an hour later than set (we went at 1.30 in the end). Girls have a talent for dilly-dallying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When you sit in people's car you can't rush people to go back early, because the sad truth is driver has the power. I don't like going out with curfews governing our outings. So.. annoying. Diam la. Was supposed to pick up Xuan but was too rush so Qi Yao did it instead. Phew. Same like my dad, my dad gets pissed when people rush him. Must learn to control my temper !@#.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oohh and what else, Xuan got rushed like shit today too. Asked Sim Kuan to give her wake up call. She woke up but fell asleep again. How I knew? She was asleep when I called her after that. BWAHAHAH. And then Siet Yen called her too. Because she is pro at dilly-dallying too. She got ready the earliest this time. So many different versions of morning calls- English, Cantonese and then Chinese. Like princess eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPvg6ZafKU4/TuEUKhzWGvI/AAAAAAAAEDI/nPQLT9Lp6FA/s1600/SAM_4662.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPvg6ZafKU4/TuEUKhzWGvI/AAAAAAAAEDI/nPQLT9Lp6FA/s400/SAM_4662.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then while Qi Yao was about to pick Sim Kuan and I, Weng Hock called. He said he wanted to get prom shirt (WHY GUYS CAN SO LAST-MINUTE I GOT MY DRESS IN FRIGGIN JULY), after a while I passed the phone to Qi Yao. And then Weng Hock drove to Qi Yao's house to meet up with us. Siet Yen was a lil' unhappy about that because it was last-minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then the three of us (Xuan, SK, Me) moved to Weng Hocks car like dogs. Woof! So happy. Let Qi Yao and Siet Yen be in the car. They can't display affection properly with us around. We can't help teasing. "Bee, go home early a bit ah." "Bee, this one looks nice." "Bee, .." "Bee, ...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BWAHAHAH! Weng Hock drives very carelessly like he doesn't care if his car gets scratched. One part he was talking to me and he didn't know the car in front stopped. Almost kissed the car. Weng Hock was still so nonchalant! "Ohhh, nothing one. The owner didn't get down from his car also." LOL?! Told him not to look at my face when talking or anywhere else after that. @#$@. Going back too. His shotgun seater needs to be alert. I think he expects them to shout when he's too near to other cars. But other than that, okay, loh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_iKKTZaw7Pg/TuEcL9TexXI/AAAAAAAAEDY/j5-sEggHG1Y/s1600/SAM_4720_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_iKKTZaw7Pg/TuEcL9TexXI/AAAAAAAAEDY/j5-sEggHG1Y/s640/SAM_4720_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;美是我们的招牌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone was hungry so we ate at the Food Court. Cheap. At least as cheap as you can get in KLCC. Xuan said Daniel was at KLCC. He came and meet us, was with Cheng How, Min Limn and Hao Yang. I ate japanese handrolls, om nyom. My money is often gone to dining.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then we went to Isetan. So funny, it's the guys who needs to shop this time and the girls style them. Siet Yen was very absorbed in making Qi Yao "Chuck Bass-like". She knows what will look good on him. I think she knows how to dress Qi Yao more than Qi Yao does. BWAHAHHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel is the quintessential metrosexual guy. He shops like a girl. Actually, more shopaholic than a girl. It's like he keeps seeing things he'll like and he has to buy them. Damn him! He went home with the most shoppings bags. See watch- "Fucking nice weyh!". Buy already- "Fucking tired weyh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH YA SO FUNNY I asked Sim Kuan to try making Daniel carry her bags. Like Weng Hock did in that picture. He was like, 'It's okay, I'm fucking tired man". HOLD LA SEI GENTLEMAN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vOrzVjUb5Hc/TuET9O0etWI/AAAAAAAAEC0/Hihw-RRiXRY/s1600/SAM_4692_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vOrzVjUb5Hc/TuET9O0etWI/AAAAAAAAEC0/Hihw-RRiXRY/s640/SAM_4692_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then and then, we went to Chanel. Ran towards it like a dog. They moved to a bigger space opposite LV. I forgot where it was for a while. HOW CAN. KLCC IS MY SECOND HOME. Along with Curve. ^^ Sigh, SSB no more second home. Cipet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A Chanel 2.55. Our dreams. Sim Kuan asked Chanel or Diamond. Xuan and her picked Chanel. I picked diamond. Because... I dunno. I have handbags, no diamonds. I WANT. Shit. And Sim Kuan has this thing of touching mannequin. There was a very demure one sitting atop of a platform. It almost felled. So cute, the way she tried to balance it from falling. So lou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then and then, we went to Sephora. Xuan bought a lot of mosturizing products, a whole mountain. Sim Kuan bought too, but less. I didn't buy any, just camwhore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When you wear heels the first 2 hours always feel great, and you walk with such a swagger. 2 more hours later? You rather sacrifice swagger for comfort. The four and a half inch made me lazy to walk after a while. Sat there while Xuan and Sim Kuan bought Garrett Popcorn. Long line for it, the popcorns were huge, sweet. The next overrated thing to replace Chatime, maybe?! It tasted yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were all ready to go. Daniel bought a baseball jacket before leaving though. Shop till he drops, deng. I waited at the wrong Zara. The women's one. Then I realized it was the men's one, near our parking exit. Xuan and Sim Kuan went the wrong one too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Qi Yao was in charge of sending Sungai Buloh. Everyday dig and dig to find Siet Yen. BWAHAHAH! Find diamond. I went with Weng Hock, Daniel drove because Thailand Dog wanted to rest. He woofs back you know. When a person is able to act like a dog with you, that person has a wonderful future lying ahead of him. Seriously wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The good thing about Daniel is he drives very fast, but he has to be rough in order to do that. Sometimes brake last minute, like he doesn't like to stop. BWAAHAH BULL CHARGING. I have this stupid habit of shouting when there's a bump. Even when other people is driving and their car aren't as low as mine. It's like I'm saying ouch for the car. BECAUSE MY CAR BUMPER ALWAYS KENA, MA DE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel dropped himself off around Kepong to meet Ding. HE DYED HIS HAIR. Two words- VERY FUNNY. ^^ .... Like myammar. BWAAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9sI9X5Es44/TuET7A_YyoI/AAAAAAAAECo/atBLZvwoUX4/s1600/SAM_4672_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9sI9X5Es44/TuET7A_YyoI/AAAAAAAAECo/atBLZvwoUX4/s640/SAM_4672_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And that's the end of today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvXStV2P4P0/TuEUGkeuTNI/AAAAAAAAEDA/1-IfOTqdE-Q/s1600/SAM_4645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvXStV2P4P0/TuEUGkeuTNI/AAAAAAAAEDA/1-IfOTqdE-Q/s640/SAM_4645.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one's on Wednesday. Jin Fye brought us to SS2. When they plan outing to wake up at anywhere before 12, I dread it. I despise waking up early, fucking hate it. Because I can't sleep early. HWOH#DWIDHOQh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna be early bird, but am naturally a night owl. If you want me to be early bird I can, but force out a grumpy early bird. HAGAGAGA. Had to go early because Jin Fye has to go home early. Cipet. But sigh, driver has the power you know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was little late when I arrived Xuan's house. She was showering and Jin Fye kept rushing. So I asked them to come to Xuan's house since it's nearer to LDP. Xuan's another night owl, this one higher level- doesn't respond to alarms. Must have someone to wake her up. By phone. Siet Yen helped me call her a little more than 10 times. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I shouted very loud at her house. No one you know. Whole house to herself, muahahah! They were all very hungry when they arrived. Gave Xuan's ice creams to them. And then we went to eat wantan mee. I ordered like sohai, tried so hard to find something that doesn't has pork it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thxbr2o4GNg/TuET4QoNq2I/AAAAAAAAECY/gxfo1l5tzt8/s1600/SAM_4649_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thxbr2o4GNg/TuET4QoNq2I/AAAAAAAAECY/gxfo1l5tzt8/s640/SAM_4649_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went SS2. For what? Visit bridal shops. People rent those clothes for wedding, we rent for prom. Lolol. Jin Fye got his tuxedo. It looks really good. ^^ You know the highest level- coat of all coats?! Saville Row. Damn. Like Birkin of the handbag world. They produce expert tailors, Alexander McQueen apprenticed with one of their tailors. !@#$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that, we went to Giza to take Xuan's dress. Hoho. Discussed a lot of topics over chicken rice. Had the whole shop to ourselves. I bought a ballerina dress, they make you look fucking slim weyh. I like casual dresses and maxis. Slip-on only!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND THEN?! That was about it I think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-1M4xbhNdw/TuET2w9acvI/AAAAAAAAECQ/dR9dsEsF-To/s1600/SAM_4635_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-1M4xbhNdw/TuET2w9acvI/AAAAAAAAECQ/dR9dsEsF-To/s640/SAM_4635_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to visit Mei Yen on Monday, long time no see ma baby. Sang karaoke. I think I went Movida with Xuan on Tuesday? ISSIT. YA. AHAHA! Xuan drove Wendy and I. Creepy guys there, deng.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time to sleep, 5 o clock in the morning! Time to prepare for prom tomorrow. 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Went to The Curve and Sunway Giza on Saturday. "Dress up ah!" "Why? Not celebrate my bday also". Well you were wrong... Happy birthday Xuan^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A while ago, Shao Yang asked if we want to try a bar in Starhill. I asked him to guess who's birthday is coming soon. "There, our most yehdiu ji mui". "Oh... Xuan ah?". AHAHAHAHAHAHH YDH, YDH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The way we talk, it's like we're asking for a fight. People who don't know us might get offended. Those who know us well, they respond by talking yehdiu as well. Hehe. It's just how we speak, tease for fun! Sometimes we tease until we get too offended, but after a while we'll simply get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tr4kCQ5zVIE/TtpLRjzSfJI/AAAAAAAAEAg/FblHQHxPbls/s1600/385823_145842598852302_100002796872987_129852_1968621745_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tr4kCQ5zVIE/TtpLRjzSfJI/AAAAAAAAEAg/FblHQHxPbls/s640/385823_145842598852302_100002796872987_129852_1968621745_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At Library.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang. I think it was supposed to be girls only. The two guys think they're girls already. Jin Fye and Shao Yang, both of them can get along with girls well. Take in ji muis. Qi Yao too, his car is always full of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who went? Qi Yao, Ding, Rysher, Xian Jiong, King Jiat, Vincent, Mun Chun, Jin Fye, Shao Yang. The girls- Xuan, Jun Wen, Siet Yen, Sim Kuan , Li Chen and Guat Tyng. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xC_AlTzSTXE/TtpLgXbCaWI/AAAAAAAAEBY/CQE7Qln0lew/s1600/SAM_4557_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xC_AlTzSTXE/TtpLgXbCaWI/AAAAAAAAEBY/CQE7Qln0lew/s640/SAM_4557_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTfeo4XN1ws/TtpLeDzliTI/AAAAAAAAEBI/yoq8yw06ZUk/s1600/SAM_4534_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTfeo4XN1ws/TtpLeDzliTI/AAAAAAAAEBI/yoq8yw06ZUk/s640/SAM_4534_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hoho. My beloved Xuan. She's like my soulmate, complement me well but also makes my weak points weaker. ^^ HAGAGAGA. Because our weak points are the same. Say if a person is lazy but another person is a neat freak, the neat freak will rub on some OCD on the lazy one and make them neater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me? Her? Both us timekeeping fail. Want to swim? Raining? Nevermind, swim only. Want to drive? No license? Nevermind, drive only. Want to dare me? Come I do it for you. HAGAGAA. Both of us have the "tidak apa" attitude. Especially when it comes to rules. But, that's what makes hanging out with her so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For me, I think everyone has the right to be themselves. There's people who live their lives in neat order, and then there's us. Nobody has to be the same, otherwise how are we going to distinguish ourselves in this world?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay you know I'm not good with cheesy shit, just know that I'm grateful to have you as my bou bou. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCE_JlW2Mco/TtpLe9j8y-I/AAAAAAAAEBQ/GU4BZe3l48o/s1600/SAM_4542_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCE_JlW2Mco/TtpLe9j8y-I/AAAAAAAAEBQ/GU4BZe3l48o/s640/SAM_4542_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmXK7ERquMk/TtpLYA99VkI/AAAAAAAAEAo/LaWQ7-xwKUc/s1600/SAM_4625_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25ACs.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmXK7ERquMk/TtpLYA99VkI/AAAAAAAAEAo/LaWQ7-xwKUc/s640/SAM_4625_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25ACs.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Girls. Must know how to dress up. Hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But don't rush, no need to blossom to early! Maintaining a formidable wardrobe takes a formidable amount of cash. How I learned? By pushing out of your comfort zone a little each time. Never stay the same, because it means going no where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Coincidentally, Xuan, Siet Yen and I dressed in shades of red. Xuan knew I was dressing red. Girls like to discuss about... outfits. Red is auspicious. MUAHAH. I love bright colours, oblivious to dark colours. They hide people. I'm scared that people don't notice me. Cannot, they must notice me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wait wait! The rest of the girls coincidentally came in shades of blacks. Guat Tyng dressed up well. Hohoh. Improved, improved. Reunion with Mun Chun, they were pretty sweet! :3 Mun Chun looks thinner and milder now. A more easygoing smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ma de. Li Chen knows how to use make up. Make up lessons. She was a total newbie a while ago! Sim Kuan tells me she catches up on things really fast. Sim Kuan wore low-cut, a little surprise for the night. Her palette! Black, white, blue! That night- black and blue, black and blue! Monotone looks good on her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CngNP186bws/TtpLat2uXhI/AAAAAAAAEA4/6O0tkWVOMMc/s1600/SAM_4629_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CngNP186bws/TtpLat2uXhI/AAAAAAAAEA4/6O0tkWVOMMc/s640/SAM_4629_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken at Fullhouse. Austin Mini I think? I love Mini Coooper. So iconic muahahahah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I said it on the picture, "my old car, I sold it to Fullhouse". "Who is driving, Karen?" King Jiat asked. "My ah mat(driver)". HAGGAGA yehdiu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah. When we went into The Curve parking, another one of my friend was in front of me. The car mirror... hit pillar... fell off. I was reversing my car, saw a piece of plastic thing fly out. It was.. the mirror. Lol omg. Don't ask who it is! :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9KhKmGkcBg/TtpLZuYS2nI/AAAAAAAAEAw/wdtECZsPzDk/s1600/SAM_4624_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9KhKmGkcBg/TtpLZuYS2nI/AAAAAAAAEAw/wdtECZsPzDk/s640/SAM_4624_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmXK7ERquMk/TtpLYA99VkI/AAAAAAAAEAo/LaWQ7-xwKUc/s1600/SAM_4625_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25ACs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After Library, everyone got outside. Planning who will follow who and shit. Was the only girl who drove. And so, the girls camwhore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second round : Beer Factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KeMB5lLDEiE/TtpLi0dCK2I/AAAAAAAAEBg/zs3cs9D7LGs/s1600/SAM_4561_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KeMB5lLDEiE/TtpLi0dCK2I/AAAAAAAAEBg/zs3cs9D7LGs/s640/SAM_4561_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before going up, everyone was fine and dandy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddaa4-ClqHo/TtpLEnEQilI/AAAAAAAAEAI/G3xKtO-ceeM/s1600/jd_blacklabel_raster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddaa4-ClqHo/TtpLEnEQilI/AAAAAAAAEAI/G3xKtO-ceeM/s320/jd_blacklabel_raster.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But after a few shots of this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfGTzhIZULg/TtpLk8kDUKI/AAAAAAAAEBo/y43SrFPfqXY/s1600/SAM_4564_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfGTzhIZULg/TtpLk8kDUKI/AAAAAAAAEBo/y43SrFPfqXY/s640/SAM_4564_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WhWiwt-fY4Y/TtpLl0JFbcI/AAAAAAAAEBw/UcJ7ZG-ZyDE/s1600/SAM_4605_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WhWiwt-fY4Y/TtpLl0JFbcI/AAAAAAAAEBw/UcJ7ZG-ZyDE/s640/SAM_4605_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.gif" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everything becomes a blur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of things happened during second round. The guys didn't get drunk, only the girls. Guys can take alcohol well. Most of the girls didn't have training okay! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But getting drunk quick is good, save money. And less calories. But not getting drunk, is even better. Hehe. Didn't eat anything before drinking, forgot to eat dinner. So the alcohol hit me quick. Sigh. Better not say what happened. What happens in drunk land, stays in drunk land! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll jot it down somewhere else. Hehe ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WBl_9N0eZqU/TtpLcD7CXLI/AAAAAAAAEBA/Z18Oy-HkK1g/s1600/SAM_4509_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WBl_9N0eZqU/TtpLcD7CXLI/AAAAAAAAEBA/Z18Oy-HkK1g/s640/SAM_4509_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peace, xoxo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MUAHAHA^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-1558390746304418996?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/1558390746304418996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-girls-go-to-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/1558390746304418996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/1558390746304418996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-girls-go-to-library.html' title='Good girls go to the library'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7BVXHzctVI/TtpLIj2wG4I/AAAAAAAAEAQ/QrWEpftoGd8/s72-c/393544_145836122186283_100002796872987_129783_19189037_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-646462519579069826</id><published>2011-11-30T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:25:22.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL &amp; Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gEK8ey_pGH4/TtULuMEu78I/AAAAAAAAD-w/u_XPs0Z0Xm8/s1600/chilis001-300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gEK8ey_pGH4/TtULuMEu78I/AAAAAAAAD-w/u_XPs0Z0Xm8/s640/chilis001-300.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally drove to KL on Monday. Shao Yang was the guide. I was a little scared because of what happened to Sim Kuan when she drove to KL. But it was alright!. :D Nobody horned me! You know actually it's more dangerous when you drive to places you're familiar with. You get overconfident and cavalier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Used the Kepong way. The one which will pass by Jinjang. Just go all the way straight. But deng I cannot remember the road precisely. GPS fail. Usually my dad uses the LDP Penchala Link way. I wonder why not the Kepong way. It feels... so much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The point was just to grab brunch at Chilis. SY kept saying how delicious it was. But it was just so-so! I didn't like their service. It's like they favour caucasians and wanna do their business more. Maybe because they have a better habit of tipping? :/ But Malaysians always look highly on caucasians. Typical outlook, I have no idea why we think that way. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We sat by the Margarita Bar. SY said that's how caucasian chat. True true, see it in the movies often. Two "ma lat lou" sitting by the bar whining about money and women woes. We talked about crap, ji mui bonding. And then halfway through, Xuan called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She asked if I wanted to exercise. After chowing down a whole plate burger I felt like it, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZm1MJgJXtM/TtUj0BkyXkI/AAAAAAAAD_o/0lt9We3v3TA/s1600/313611_144436575659571_100002796872987_127554_749565119_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZm1MJgJXtM/TtUj0BkyXkI/AAAAAAAAD_o/0lt9We3v3TA/s640/313611_144436575659571_100002796872987_127554_749565119_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, went swimming with Xuan, Sim Kuan, SY and Weng Hock ^^ Had fun swimming that day, first time I swam with both Xuan and Sim Kuan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IubJhKKdUuY/TtUjs0dW36I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/5-hg4sssY2Y/s1600/381519_144435672326328_100002796872987_127532_1826793167_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IubJhKKdUuY/TtUjs0dW36I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/5-hg4sssY2Y/s640/381519_144435672326328_100002796872987_127532_1826793167_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhDWzZ5iP0w/TtUjubiRYQI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/zi8gAYAp31A/s1600/378975_144436325659596_100002796872987_127547_399211189_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="524" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhDWzZ5iP0w/TtUjubiRYQI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/zi8gAYAp31A/s640/378975_144436325659596_100002796872987_127547_399211189_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't know when this was taken. Me grabbing SY while Weng Hock cockstared. We did competitions, do a lap in the pool and see who's fastest. Shao Yang swims like a lazy cat but he has stamina, surprisingly. Weng Hock does gym but he was dead tired, lapsap. Stopped halfway. Hahahaa! Sim Kuan, ex-swimmer in competition. She still has the base. Used to do 20 laps one round. Xuan never learned swimming before, I think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sim Kuan challenged people to somersault into the water. It made me remember of a swimming trip a long, long time. Sometimes I think when it was harder for outings to come by; I appreciate them more and tried to make the most out of it. Now it's like, ooh nevermind, the outings never stop. Quantity more than quality, alolo! Go out almost everyday, even forget which outing is which. Lucky I keep track of them in a calendar! :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So that time was going swimming at Ji Hee's apartment. She's called Yuri now, but I'll always remember her as Ji Hee, that name feels foreign to me because I've known her by that name all this while. The Korean girl. Haahhaa! That was Standard 4, was pretty close to her then. I remember we argued at school in the morning. It was some stupid shit, but you know when you're young you have those conversations where you raise your voice and there's tension and it's awkward and you guys don't speak to each other after that. Heck, those happens now anyway, even when you get older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the evening, she suddenly called and asked if I wanted to go swimming. I said yes, I remember being surprised. And then we forget about what happened and swam. Sometimes when you swim, everybody minds their own business. I do that too, sometimes. Because I just wanna do laps and exercise. But it's fun when everyone messed around. In the end, we did backflips underwater, somersaults, thirly-whirly. With Ru Yuan and the neighbours. They were like part-friends, part-neighbours, part-family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So what happened that day reminded me of a day stuck in the past, a long way back. Where am I now? 7 years later. :) I could do somersault, thanks to my past. Weng Hock and Shao Yang? They did it, it's not hard, you just need to have the guts and believe you can do it. Guys do it easier, I think. Because they're more daring. And have big ego, don't wanna lose! Xuan was the funniest one.... no matter how many times she tried, she backed out in the end. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You know you're cute. Sei bimbo. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBnJAVjBPzc/TtUjreWgs2I/AAAAAAAAD_I/88KdfGwS4A0/s1600/376206_144435398993022_100002796872987_127525_246662895_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBnJAVjBPzc/TtUjreWgs2I/AAAAAAAAD_I/88KdfGwS4A0/s640/376206_144435398993022_100002796872987_127525_246662895_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told my dad I was going swimming before I left and he didn't believe me. "Where got people dress so nicely to swim?! Don't lie lah!". @#$%% That made me speechless. &amp;gt;o&amp;lt; Sim Kuan said where got, you overdress all the time, normal already. Bwaahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The thing is, it's better to overdress than to underdress. Sometimes you want to go to places and there are dress codes. Or at least nominal ones, and if you underdress you'll feel inadequate. And I don't ever like that feeling. I need to hold zhu. I need to be ready for anything. A change of venue, a sudden hot guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dresses in my wardrobe, 90% of them bought this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehfZUJZKt_E/TtUjy-hh6wI/AAAAAAAAD_g/Gzndi5PwHfw/s1600/388290_144436485659580_100002796872987_127551_1082987279_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehfZUJZKt_E/TtUjy-hh6wI/AAAAAAAAD_g/Gzndi5PwHfw/s640/388290_144436485659580_100002796872987_127551_1082987279_n.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With outing's, there's always a certain flow of momentum. At the beginning, the excitement to see your friends. And then before climax, the complications. Where you can't decide what you want to do, everyone's lazy and shit. The climax, where you go hoo-hah all over the place and there's so many things you want to do you feel like exploding. And then the end, where the night is done and we bid farewell. That's the sad part. :( Going home alone is especially awful. I miss carpooling and not having a car sometimes. Everytime also Qi Yao. ahahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvqHKXty5j0/TtUMRiNhLJI/AAAAAAAAD-4/FklE9YTRCxc/s1600/SAM_4327+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvqHKXty5j0/TtUMRiNhLJI/AAAAAAAAD-4/FklE9YTRCxc/s640/SAM_4327+%25282%2529.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A shadow of yesterday. :) We camwhored so much that day. Oh yeah, after swimming with Xuan and Sim Kuan that day we ate dinner at the carpark. Literally so. Sim Kuan was actually rushing home to do errands but hunger took over.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And we were eating on a budget. Sushi sounded nice but Rakuzen was expensive... so we got sushi from Maxvalu. BWAHAHA cheapo! But I think in the end it costed more or less the same, just that we get more value for money ^^ And have to sacrifice dining tables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Initially wanted to eat by the lake where they have all this benches. But ma de, all the couples hogging the seats. I can feel the bubble of privacy from far, sigh. Better don't intrude them, let them enjoy while it lasts. Beginning, very enthusiatic to do romantic things. After a year? Go park? Go park for what, stay home lah easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So we went back to our carparks. Sim Kuan popped her hood and three of us squashed inside her bonnet. Eat eat eat, chomp chomp chomp. Xuan was the dirtiest one, she tossed everything all over the place. Wrappers, leftovers. Deng. Sim Kuan was nice to let us eat on her car. Me? NO FOOD NEAR MY CAR PLEASE, THROW, PI-PLAK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm scared. :( Karma. Cockroaches are always there to scare you when you get too comfortable being around with leftovers. Go away lah, creep little beast. !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And so, we went home with our tummies satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZYPAKyAYHE/TtUKNfKlZEI/AAAAAAAAD-o/MsrQUsY3KrA/s1600/SAM_4480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZYPAKyAYHE/TtUKNfKlZEI/AAAAAAAAD-o/MsrQUsY3KrA/s640/SAM_4480.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We planned to eat Chicken Rice at Sunway Giza. Sim Kuan doesn't mind driving far to get cheap food. For me I think it's pointless, because my car would gurgle petrol and make it cost more anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp; I think I know when it uses petrol most. When you have to stop and go often, like traffic jam. Pickup uses a lot of petrol.&amp;nbsp; Deng. The meter keeps going down like gravity's too strong. But wanna drive nice car, cannot be cheapskate. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We planned to go at 2 but we went at 3 in the end. It's like we live in a +9 time zone eventhough we're in Malaysia. Always an hour late, the three of us. == Because it was raining heavier than an elephant's ass. Those type of rain which makes you wanna stay at home. And sometimes I feel lazy to leave; go to Xuan's house early, have to wait for her to get ready also. ^^ BWAAAHAH! But she was ready from early afternoon that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we arrived at Sim Kuan's house, she so cuteeee. She thought I was driving to Giza. "Hah? Not sit your car meh?". AHAAHAH. My plan was to make it easier for her to drive to Giza, bring Xuan and myself to Sim Kuan's place. I didn't want to drive because I wasn't familiar with the Sungai Buloh shortcut. Felt lazy. Save petrol also. I like being driven. :)) HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sim Kuan drove in the end. The Viva keys were misplaced somewhere so we had to take the Peugeot. Sim Kuan was like, "later very cramped eh". "OH LET XUAN SIT LAH SHE NO LICENSE". AGAGAGAG. Nolah because she petite a bit ^^ I WANT SPACE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I tried before sitting behind for a long distance, because I forgot Siet Yen's present. Like dog like that. Sit behind from Sungai Buloh to BSD and back. The backseats are like an afterthought, like they were too lazy to make space for it. T.T But better than nothing! Better a bit when the top's down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Sim Kuan's elder sister wanted to use the Peugeot as well. She yelled something. I only remember she called SK&amp;nbsp; "Hey stupid bitch!". Or something like that. AHAHA OMG so comical. Like an episode of family guy. Shout at each other regardless of guests. ^^ Sim Kuan just replied something rather nonchalantly and went. Out of the driveway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The road to Giza was jam, damn I hate traffic jam. Inertia, natural characteristics which resists change. When I'm moving, I don't wanna stop. That's why amber light always means "charge!" instead of "slow down". And then we saw what was cockblocking! A van at the side of the road trampled and cut into half, can see its insides. Eee. Such car cruelty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we did get our chicken rice and Xuan got her prom dress, finally. We went swimming at DPC condo right after. Was supposed to go around 5 but went around 6, timekeeping malfunction again; the three of us. Poor Siet Yen, she had to wait for me because I was the one who'll borrow her bikini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5vFpX15sfI/TtUKL84u_6I/AAAAAAAAD-g/8ghVdyZQmak/s1600/SAM_4479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5vFpX15sfI/TtUKL84u_6I/AAAAAAAAD-g/8ghVdyZQmak/s640/SAM_4479.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we arrived everyone was there already. King Jiat came down to get us. I didn't recognize him. Looked nice with his Ray Bans, that lan yeng kia. He led me to the carpark inside. Sim Kuan was unlucky, she parked later than me and the guard saw her. She parked beside me. I pretended nothing was happening when the guard came. No that's not my car, what you talkin' bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DPC guards getting more and more yehdiu, cari pasal here and there. It's like they have too much free-time. Go find real offenders lah, deng. Apa pun tak boleh. It's like they're here for the comfort of their residents but they bug them instead. Sim Kuan is the one who attracts trouble from the guards most, I don't know why. Attract bangla. Yesterday another guard bugged her for wearing shorts in the pool. Denim shorts, then SK said, it's just board shorts. Alololo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So SK parked outside in the end. Who was upstairs by the pool? Jin Fye the planner, Daniel, Siet Yen, Qi Yao, Theng Loo, Ding, Weng Hock, Ping Kuang, Vincent. They were playing with this giant yoga ball. I asked where they got it from- The gym. AHAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to change, Siet Yen took my bikini. Gave her the orange one, thought the colour would suit her. It did. ^^ She was surprisingly not shy about being in a bikini. Everyone has their own insecurities, you just need to learn to get over it. SK still could not find her other bikini. Orange one, too. So wasted. Wore once, dunno go where already. Ahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ping Kuang brought his camera. We took pics, but bugger hasn't uploaded it yet. That's the bad thing when you wanna blog with pictures but you relied on someone else's camera. Did laps and shit. Tried the carry on shoulders thing with Vincent but damn fail. Kept falling. Gave up after both of us hurt ourselves because Jin Fye was in the way. Lol. Carried Sim Kuan. She and Xuan fought on top. Aiyer. Xuan damn ganas. Sk toppled over, in the end. But also continued to see how Xuan failed to go somersault. You'll get it someday. ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel liked to push people into the pool when they stood anywhere near the pool ledge. Started calling him yehdiu hai. The platform thing where people stood was pretty dangerous because they were glass chips all over. Vincent, Qi Yao and Jin Fye got cut until they bled. Ohhh, damn. But nevermind, it's nothing for guys. Got thing also have to act like it's nothing. Macho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then shower time, everyone came out with foamy hair and massaging their scalps. Like doing shampoo commercial. Qi Yao and Siet Yen was the most comical one, like landlady and landlord. Went to eat at some cina ah pek restaurant later. Everyone was tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went home, another day well spent hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today? Have to stay home and study for Commerce. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-646462519579069826?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/646462519579069826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/11/kl-swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/646462519579069826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/646462519579069826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/11/kl-swimming.html' title='KL &amp; Swimming'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gEK8ey_pGH4/TtULuMEu78I/AAAAAAAAD-w/u_XPs0Z0Xm8/s72-c/chilis001-300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-3647939253114617067</id><published>2011-11-26T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T03:10:21.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City and suns</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0EZqAGJMIU/TtEXgxZ9o2I/AAAAAAAAD9o/WZBO9QAW8yw/s1600/IMG_1219_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25ACt.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwcGO5lqnvo/TtEfpUDwPKI/AAAAAAAAD-I/FY722NWHOGI/s1600/SAM_4345+%25282%25292_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwcGO5lqnvo/TtEfpUDwPKI/AAAAAAAAD-I/FY722NWHOGI/s640/SAM_4345+%25282%25292_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh hello! New photo album name ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MutaQC87g4/TtEgq7IbSyI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/u6XErqXzOuc/s1600/2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="594" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MutaQC87g4/TtEgq7IbSyI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/u6XErqXzOuc/s640/2011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was my first album on Facebook. And so started the camwhoring craze, get more perasan day by day. AHAAHAH! Nice thing I chose to buy camera as christmas present. Precious memories hohoho. We shall not waste our youth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want jewellery as my christmas present this year! :3 Real jewellery hehe. I have handbags, have clothes but no diamonds at all. That's the thing I don't have. Every girl needs one. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas time is the perfect time to open your lion mouth and ask for presents. Parents are your santa, be nice to them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH HELLO!:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WffTc_rpynE" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qf2vus2Wx94/TtECUtl0nWI/AAAAAAAAD8g/7yD1ScVqZNs/s1600/SAM_4457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qf2vus2Wx94/TtECUtl0nWI/AAAAAAAAD8g/7yD1ScVqZNs/s1600/SAM_4457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qf2vus2Wx94/TtECUtl0nWI/AAAAAAAAD8g/7yD1ScVqZNs/s640/SAM_4457.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On&amp;nbsp; Thursday, went swimming. King Jiat was supposed to take us but we asked him too last minute. He went to Bukit Bintang to check the venue with Daniel and Nazri. He said the hall was very big! Hoho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I called Shao Yang instead. MUAHAHA! Sit in his car, the guard didn't notice us. No need pay. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1WkhN0bpXA/TtECazZlycI/AAAAAAAAD8o/ljcOu7sbh04/s1600/SAM_4315+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1WkhN0bpXA/TtECazZlycI/AAAAAAAAD8o/ljcOu7sbh04/s640/SAM_4315+%25282%2529.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Both of us in never-before-worn swimsuits ^^ I like the feeling of wearing something new. The novelty and freshness of it, ahhh~ I have 5 swimsuits (2 more but those aren't counted, they belong to another phase of my life), a couple haven't worn yet. AHAHAHA! This one is a red monokini. I think I like monokini more than bikinis now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Suprisingly, Shao Yang can swim without getting out of breathe easily. I feel like pinching his tummy now. Xuan? Half-way swimming, took out my camera and started camwhoring. GAHAHAHA! I want to exercise exercise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZlDQzbwjcc/TtC35ckVbfI/AAAAAAAAD74/grL0tWpm7KQ/s1600/SAM_4444.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZlDQzbwjcc/TtC35ckVbfI/AAAAAAAAD74/grL0tWpm7KQ/s640/SAM_4444.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Camwhore here and there. Xuan is good at emulating Victoria's Secret pose. In the end, we took around 200 photos. Only posted a few though. Bikini photos are too... conspicuous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1PMLO8QES4/TtEXry0PkqI/AAAAAAAAD9w/cUCHMjuxSq8/s1600/SAM_4463_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1PMLO8QES4/TtEXry0PkqI/AAAAAAAAD9w/cUCHMjuxSq8/s640/SAM_4463_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After swimming, so funny, Yih Wern suddenly called. She said she booked tickets for Breaking Dawn for Xuan and I. Like whatttt. She never told me! And then she said after BM paper she asked if I was interested in watching in and I said yes. Wah, she so ON one. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jin Fye was supposed to pick me up but he thought the deal was off because I didn't pick up his call. Nooooo. T.T We agreeeeed. I did call him back a few minutes later but he never pick up. I think he has the same habit as me. Never care about phone when driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So in the end, I drove. Wasn't that scared because Xuan was beside me. She's good with directions. ^^ Arrived 1U safely. Who went? Yih Wern Guat Tyng Jin Fye Jun Wen Xian Jiong. Sat between Xian Jiong and Xuan. Xian Jiong kept complaining about the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yih Wern and Xian Jiong damn sweet. I think they're special as a couple because it seems like they never lose their spark, never get out of the ai mei phase. Still so passionate and flirty, one! MUAHAHAH. Saw Yih Wern hugging Xian Jiong in the cinema. Xuan and I pretended to be them, held hands etc. #yehdiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The movie was not bad. I think it's better to read the novel though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQS-tjksdpg/TtEXd5Gp2hI/AAAAAAAAD9g/C4un3UOysSk/s640/IMG_1174_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0EZqAGJMIU/TtEXgxZ9o2I/AAAAAAAAD9o/WZBO9QAW8yw/s1600/IMG_1219_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25ACt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0EZqAGJMIU/TtEXgxZ9o2I/AAAAAAAAD9o/WZBO9QAW8yw/s640/IMG_1219_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25ACt.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;AHAHAH Friday was going to KL with the girls. I laughed like shit when I saw these photos on Xuan's blog. She edit until so perasan! I got so shocked when I saw the glimpse of newspaper and our faces. Oh damn, too cute! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We delayed a lot. Girls. Suprisingly bad at time-keeping. Drove Xuan to Sim Kuan's house, then Sim Kuan drove us and Li Chen to Siet Yen's house. Siet Yen's house was the furthest so she was the last checkpoint. She prepared food for us! Good thing we didn't go on an empty stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqRqpwvaNNg/TtEKxAVLxHI/AAAAAAAAD84/9YBEPNUqITY/s1600/302030_142760529160509_100002796872987_124634_405405976_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqRqpwvaNNg/TtEKxAVLxHI/AAAAAAAAD84/9YBEPNUqITY/s640/302030_142760529160509_100002796872987_124634_405405976_n.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to this area in KL which sells clothes. One word: cheap. Suitable for us easily-broke people. Above, Xuan, Li Chen, Sim Kuan. Siet Yen was somewhere else trying clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6KOAswaNSZA/TtEK7dETTGI/AAAAAAAAD9A/sXL8gwh-X7A/s1600/319196_142760645827164_100002796872987_124638_1404121060_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6KOAswaNSZA/TtEK7dETTGI/AAAAAAAAD9A/sXL8gwh-X7A/s640/319196_142760645827164_100002796872987_124638_1404121060_n.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sim Kuan was the designated driver of the day. Poor her. Road bullies everywhere. I think you need big cars, or fast cars to go KL. Otherwise people look down on you. :( You have to drive like a bull. Kepong is the easiest. Then Petaling Jaya. Then Kuala Lumpur. Difficulty of roads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few incidents, the worse one was the one with the traffic police. Didn't know what was his problem really. He gave the signal to go and Sim Kuan did, and then he changed his mind and asked Sim Kuan to stop. No point, she was already in the middle of a junction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The fucker tried to stop her in the middle of it. What you want, reverse all the way back? He slapped her car's mirror until it folded it. Sim Kuan didn't get what he was saying and of course didn't want to lower down her car window for a pyscho. So he banged her window once again. Like really bang, worse than discipline teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then Sim Kuan left. Nobody wants to bird him, seriously. If me, the moment his hand touches my car I would press on my horn. And not let go. And drive off. When I drive, I hate stopping. That's why amber light means "go faster" rather than "slow down" for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another one was the one with the lorry. I think Sim Kuan didn't cut fast enough because the lorry was going fast in the right lane. So he had to brake suddenly and he horned really loud. Like for a whole stadium to hear, deng. Lorries are supposed to be in left lane. I asked SY. He was like, if fast then can go fast lane maybe. The thing is, huge vehicle, harder to stop. That's why they should be in left lane. Deng. He kept tailing Sim Kuan's car closely after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I cut lanes too fast, because I don't like being in the middle of the lane. Like you're hesitating to go left or right. But you have to make sure there's no car speeding behind. Sigh, driving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But still. What an adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqRqpwvaNNg/TtEKxAVLxHI/AAAAAAAAD84/9YBEPNUqITY/s1600/302030_142760529160509_100002796872987_124634_405405976_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TU8Vlrvlg64/TtEXvk11joI/AAAAAAAAD-A/DGnjdqVtGxA/s1600/305117_142761459160416_100002796872987_124653_166225205_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="598" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TU8Vlrvlg64/TtEXvk11joI/AAAAAAAAD-A/DGnjdqVtGxA/s640/305117_142761459160416_100002796872987_124653_166225205_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that, we walked to Fahrenheit. Huge sale going on, 80% off for Topshop, Warehouse and shit. But high street stuffs are always overpriced. Discount already, still more expensive than boutique. The thing with big discounts is the items are probably not in your size and you cannot try. AHHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone was so eager to get their hands on them. Li Chen and Xuan were queuing up. We went to kepochi in front to see where the line was heading to. Sales in a watch shop?! Then walking further we saw an escalator. We pretended not to notice the guards and went down. Hoho. Rules are meant to be broken. Called Li Chen and Xuan to skip the queue as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, Xuan and Siet Yen bought. And then we ate Sushi Zanmai. Everyone got so tired by then. But after eating, time to walk more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;KL is so dramatic. Walked by the bridge, saw a huge commotion by the road. The taxi driver and an Indian guy. The driver's hand was bleeding. The Indian kept attacking the driver, kicking him and punching him. And you know what? The police just stood there. What's your job, to be an audience? YOUR JOB IS TO MAINTAIN PEACE AND ORDER NOT WATCH AND LET CHAOS HAPPEN. DENG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sim Kuan and I were the ones who was interested in the commotion. Damn busybody. Siet Yen was like, let's go! She kept repeating, "very hot!". I tied my hair when we were on the streets. But in malls, okay. I like walking. Wear flats when you know you have to walk a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I bought a lot of belts. And a few dresses. Li Chen spent the least. Xuan and Sim Kuan the most. Siet Yen, okok I think. It is bad when you know you have a lot of unworn clothes but you still buy more. :3 NVM after SPM, plenty of chances!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Halfway through Daniel asked Siet Yen if we wanted to go dinner with them. So we did. Steamboat at DPC. Theng Loo Ping Kuang Ding Xian Jiong Qi Yao went. Ah. Out whole day. Tired tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's about it ^^ You might also notice that my photos are very big now. Updated blogger interface. Nifty! Hadn't figure out how to move the photos efficiently thou. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HOHO. 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Ironically, having SPM is more relaxing than having normal school days. Alololo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper was supposed to last for 2 hours but I went out after an hour. It was.. alright. One very important thing Rn.Rekha taught, was to remember the heck out of "Rasional". It's so bloody versatile. Other helpful ones? Kasih sayang, toleransi, bertanggungjawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to give away my Form 5 books! I don't want to see them anymore. I want space for magazines. They are more important! I don't need to know about candi or fleming's left hand rule when I'm studying fashion! Anyone who's interested contact me, sub-science stream! HOHOHO, finally no more textbook. Wait... how about college? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wU5BLQ7Zoo0/TsvhckFlhfI/AAAAAAAAD2s/OXLQ2uyzCTY/s1600/urtheappleofmyeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wU5BLQ7Zoo0/TsvhckFlhfI/AAAAAAAAD2s/OXLQ2uyzCTY/s400/urtheappleofmyeye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677879636070335986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IlaexrEKhcE/TsvhcZ4n3CI/AAAAAAAAD2g/JUYi2q30he8/s1600/%25E9%2582%25A3%25E4%25BA%259B%25E5%25B9%25B4%25E6%2588%2591%25E5%2580%2591%25E4%25B8%2580%25E8%25B5%25B7%25E8%25BF%25BD%25E9%2581%258E%25E7%259A%2584%25E5%25A5%25B3%25E5%25AD%25A9001_%25E6%259F%25AF%25E9%259C%2587%25E6%259D%25B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IlaexrEKhcE/TsvhcZ4n3CI/AAAAAAAAD2g/JUYi2q30he8/s400/%25E9%2582%25A3%25E4%25BA%259B%25E5%25B9%25B4%25E6%2588%2591%25E5%2580%2591%25E4%25B8%2580%25E8%25B5%25B7%25E8%25BF%25BD%25E9%2581%258E%25E7%259A%2584%25E5%25A5%25B3%25E5%25AD%25A9001_%25E6%259F%25AF%25E9%259C%2587%25E6%259D%25B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677879633331608610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of going to 1U was to watch this movie- "You are the Apple of my Eye". I heard other friends talking about it and it got me excited to watch it. It was nice, the perfect time to watch since we're ending high school and all. I felt, nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who went to watch it? Shao Yang Mei Yen Sim Kuan Xuan Siet Yen Guat Tyng Jin Fye Theng Loo Weng Hock Kok Leong Qi Yao Vincent. Shao Yang was the planner and Sim Kuan was the one who booked the tickets online! Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weng Hock was running late so we left the tickets at the counter for him. I suggested to write his beloved nickname, "Thailand Dog". Sim Kuan really asked the person to write it at the back of the ticket to identify him. Later he told me wth the person asked if he was from Thailand. :) MUAAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our group was the loudest in the cinema. It's fun when you're in that gang, annoying to the other people who are not. Mei Yen and Xuan were the ones who laughed the loudest. Mei Yen, especially the boner part. Theng Loo was sitting beside her and begged her to lower down her voice. Mei Yen's laugh made Sim Kuan laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we laugh not because something is funny but because our friend's laugh is rather contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shao Yang was the one who makes the commentary. Nitpick about everything, Xuan and I laughed. Hmm. It's a movie we can relate to. Funny. I like the first-half better though. The second-half is all the conflicts.. :/ Introduction was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYyhF5RWRGc/TsvWTTjyOFI/AAAAAAAAD14/qWpGzWpm0TE/s1600/386582_141525865950642_100002796872987_122432_1006550218_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYyhF5RWRGc/TsvWTTjyOFI/AAAAAAAAD14/qWpGzWpm0TE/s400/386582_141525865950642_100002796872987_122432_1006550218_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677867382386866258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mei Yen and Sim Kuan. So rare that Mei Yen gets to go out! Parents strict due to SPM. ;( I got very tired after the movie. Other people as well, clueless of where to eat. I didn't like that part. Just flopped around the mall doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt better after eating macha ice cream. Sim Kuan was the one who bought it first, the shop was near our entrance from the parking. And then everyone bought it. Going home, I bought one more. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. That was at The Curve. Sim Kuan wanted to find the panda car perfume I got from Daiso. Couldn't find in there at 1u's Daiso, and Sim Kuan didn't mind driving there. For me, nonono. I would mind driving and paying the parking ticket just to buy a small thingie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sim Kuan was the one driving, so it was alright. She got another smell. Theng Loo has that panda too, he had it first. But his car smells more like pandan. He sticks the leaf to his air-cond vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SSXNXEZdz8E/TsvWSf4i5-I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/-PwWmSk6Mps/s1600/SAM_4183_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SSXNXEZdz8E/TsvWSf4i5-I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/-PwWmSk6Mps/s400/SAM_4183_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677867368515299298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was today. I was supposed to stay at home. Supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electrician came to add an extra plug for the Unifi router. He did a nice job, elevated the router from the ground and stuck it like an artwork. Gahahaha! The drilling annoyed me though. Made me want to get out of the house. But I watched him leave before I did! He's been doing the electrical works in my house for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel bored I check twitter. Sim Kuan and Xuan are the ones who are constantly updating. They were hungry. I wanted to go out. Why not go out and get some food. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the designated driver of the day. Didn't mind because everything was pretty much on the way! Went to Sunway Giza. And the important point, I had fuel! Petrolled my car. RM50 gone and it's only half-tank. !@!&amp;amp;*@T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkVQooO8qOw/TsvrK1STTsI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/elCGzJKvv-I/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkVQooO8qOw/TsvrK1STTsI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/elCGzJKvv-I/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677890326565703362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah Sim Kuan was asking Xuan what her dream car was. Peugeuot RCZ. She likes the sport, got swag kind. Sim Kuan's one is GTI. I'm like, excited. ASK ME ASK ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHHAHA! And then Sim Kuan said shit you lah, you already have your dream car. Hahaha true true, and I'm grateful for that! :D But in a very masochistic kind of way, I think it would be better if I didn't get it so easily. Try some lapsap car before having your dream car and you'll feel the huge gap of difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was forced to, I would have a black and yellow black and yellow punya Kelisa Cooper S. AHAHAHAH! Mini Cooper is still my favourite car. I don't like real sports car, too precious. I like small cars! The few hatchbacks that stand out and hold its own. Curvy and voluptous bodies. An iconic look and solid history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And definitely, definitely no boring-as-fuck colours. I can't stand it...!! For other people, yes, but for me, no. If I had a white car I would have to battle with an overwhelming urge to throw a bucket of rainbow paint on it. My eyes don't notice cars with shades of black and white or anything in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other car I'd like almost as much as MINI would be the Beetle, I think? :3 It's so cute! It must be illegal to be this cute! Baby blue is the nicest colour for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhcHm7W6vjs/TsvrnoV1SJI/AAAAAAAAD3c/GwT7yQXV_oQ/s1600/2010-VW-Final-Edition-New-Beetle-car-wallpapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhcHm7W6vjs/TsvrnoV1SJI/AAAAAAAAD3c/GwT7yQXV_oQ/s400/2010-VW-Final-Edition-New-Beetle-car-wallpapers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677890821307058322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to find zebra-print cushions and union-jack cushions for a very long time. Why are you trying to play hide and seek with me?!?!! Let me take you homeeee. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A67e3JbrhSo/TsvrKp0lp6I/AAAAAAAAD3E/8Uy5_kP84NU/s1600/tumblr_lqwyqwors81qbdenwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A67e3JbrhSo/TsvrKp0lp6I/AAAAAAAAD3E/8Uy5_kP84NU/s400/tumblr_lqwyqwors81qbdenwo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677890323488286626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THEM BABIES! To die for! They will look so at home in my car. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with cushions for cars it's more like you buy them for your passengers to use. Who the fuck uses pillow while driving. Can sleep meh?! And one very important thing is not to buy cushions that are too big because they make your car overcrowded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bVCRlval9UQ/TsvrKI78GoI/AAAAAAAAD24/19KiQx8plqM/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bVCRlval9UQ/TsvrKI78GoI/AAAAAAAAD24/19KiQx8plqM/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677890314660747906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. Keys to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I learned how to drive, it is bloody murder. On my wallet and academic life. Nooo actually it's my own personality problem. I have this problem of looking into things short-term, satisfy myself first then only take care of the daily trivialities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money. Money leaks out with each outing. Sikit-sikit lama jadi bukit, memang. 30 for one meal, 3 meals already 100. Hundred here, hundred there, soon half a grand. Deng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was obedient today! I only spent RM26. 9 bucks for food, the rest for a belt. To go with the floral maxis. Lol &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat chicken rice, Sim Kuan's recommendation. The chicken was ichibiang. But I dumb-dumbly ordered their wantan instead of their signature chicken rice! Must try next time. Deng! But the prawn wantans not bad, just that noodle was a little plain! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around quite a few boutiques. Saw a pair of chio sunglasses and a bling bling bracelet from the same shop but I didn't buy it eventhough I really liked it because I can tell they hiked up the price, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped for Xuan's prom dress. So nice that she can go prom, finally! ^^ Couldn't find it today, so we shall come back again soon! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went Chatime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gk3eHd7awyw/TsvV44cWnfI/AAAAAAAAD1M/Gf7DoGrI2Ak/s1600/SAM_4200_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gk3eHd7awyw/TsvV44cWnfI/AAAAAAAAD1M/Gf7DoGrI2Ak/s400/SAM_4200_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677866928431341042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ0vhstelMM/TsvV4AU9ulI/AAAAAAAAD0w/Fw-MTQDh-hY/s1600/SAM_4227_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ0vhstelMM/TsvV4AU9ulI/AAAAAAAAD0w/Fw-MTQDh-hY/s400/SAM_4227_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677866913367964242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're making their purple background famous, seriously. It's great for camwhoring. Was using polaroid until it actually ran out of film, then we switched to digital camera. Damn it never-ending camwhore stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEjZ_31ZVVw/TsvV360jgcI/AAAAAAAAD0o/Vc7cYeoehbI/s1600/SAM_4232_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEjZ_31ZVVw/TsvV360jgcI/AAAAAAAAD0o/Vc7cYeoehbI/s400/SAM_4232_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677866911889850818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4EJqtSRSdI/TsvV4Yf6KfI/AAAAAAAAD1A/vuHAJF7yI7c/s1600/SAM_4219_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4EJqtSRSdI/TsvV4Yf6KfI/AAAAAAAAD1A/vuHAJF7yI7c/s400/SAM_4219_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677866919856318962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures I uploaded to Facebook are the normal ones. The ones in this post is heavily worked on with Mei Tu Xiu Xiu! They have all these Lomo filter effects. Pretty fun to fiddle around with! But don't use too much, it can get too headache! Simple and original is always the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But editing is also fun. See how next time ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yoba-uptucA/TsvccuxQ-II/AAAAAAAAD2I/3d7JtNJcLrE/s1600/blg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yoba-uptucA/TsvccuxQ-II/AAAAAAAAD2I/3d7JtNJcLrE/s400/blg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677874141379754114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CgKWvEnJ5i0/TsvccmacUGI/AAAAAAAAD2U/hCvacPf9fsc/s1600/blg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CgKWvEnJ5i0/TsvccmacUGI/AAAAAAAAD2U/hCvacPf9fsc/s400/blg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677874139136544866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you must've notice how much darker and different my blog looks. No more woodie. Now it's fire. Burning up, burning up. I'm not done yet! I want to make it perfect. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to change once in a while. Spice things up, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duvfdrxPd8E/TsvV3tnCb7I/AAAAAAAAD0c/OkyW_-_hLHg/s1600/SAM_4252_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duvfdrxPd8E/TsvV3tnCb7I/AAAAAAAAD0c/OkyW_-_hLHg/s400/SAM_4252_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677866908343496626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last pic! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Family Guy. "Daddy, if you really love me you would get me a Prada handbag." "Sure honey, how much is it? 10 bucks? Here take it" "Umm... more like 11... hundred." "Oh. Hah-hah-hah-hah. You sure wished daddy loved you that much!" *takes back 10 bucks and runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381697741588373438-1582188523855308403?l=bubuchahchah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/feeds/1582188523855308403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-bit-of-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/1582188523855308403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381697741588373438/posts/default/1582188523855308403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubuchahchah.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-bit-of-change.html' title='A little bit of change'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660800432492013679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDqfl1gly2Y/TsvIWrQ0IBI/AAAAAAAADzI/9yaTSaVZT84/s220/SAM_4297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4PPlWWrp5Y/TsvWSnKQDbI/AAAAAAAAD1k/G484CtoM4IM/s72-c/SAM_4159_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381697741588373438.post-2737066361738257828</id><published>2011-11-19T02:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T01:15:41.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in between</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wOhF8sJGKMY/TskRfqzntNI/AAAAAAAADy8/4d-kwJt1G-o/s1600/SAM_4123_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wOhF8sJGKMY/TskRfqzntNI/AAAAAAAADy8/4d-kwJt1G-o/s400/SAM_4123_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677088041041638610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! ^^ It's been a long week and I hadn't updated much so this will be a very long post. Caution! Went out everyday except for Monday (going out means hanging out with friends anywhere further than BSD). Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog but sometimes I don't have enough time. And I don't want to blog half-assed, quality over quantity yo! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start by the most recent one. Went to KL with Xuan on Satuday. Wtf. Before that Xuan posted on twitter, "totes not going out tomoro, have to study!" yadayada and then a while later? "Eh, wanna go KL with me?". AAHAHAHAHAHAH DAMN! Pattern cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we complement each other too well. Too much. Accentuate each other's good side and also the flaws. Some ways we're alike? Bad at timekeeping. Always ON for going out, feel bad for declining and missing all the fun. Love fashion. Speak in a very direct and coarse way. AHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can drive, I'll still take KTM. Because I feel like a handicapped for relying on my car 24/7. Feel so bloated sitting on my ass all the time. Plus, car damn eat petrol! Not fuel efficient in other words. Can save money, cha-ching! Total fare less than RM6 per person, KTM plus Monorail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoXHycdxsE0/TskMLtMAiuI/AAAAAAAADvk/eZUy8zcdpTE/s1600/SAM_4116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoXHycdxsE0/TskMLtMAiuI/AAAAAAAADvk/eZUy8zcdpTE/s400/SAM_4116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677082200525277922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for our put put train to come. At Kepong Sentral train station. I was scared to park my car there but it was actually okay. Sandwiched my car between other cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, took the "women's only" coach. Feels more comfortable with strangers who are of similar gender. Peak hour, the seats were all taken. Had to stand but I don't mind because I wasn't hearing heels and no shopping bags. But the rails are really dirty, must have gloves or tissues next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! And then there was an auntie who came in, she stood near us. She said, "Ohh, you guys look so pretty. You should try going to the unisex coach, the guys will give up their sit and let girls sit sometimes. Sumore you guys look so nice." BWAHAAHHAHA I wanna perasan already. Because usually people don't dress up so nice to take KTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA YA COME FEED MY EGO. BWAHAHAHAHAHAH. But it's hard to learn how to take compliment the correct way :/ Too enthusiatic, people think you're too vain, too nonchalant, people think you're arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim Kuan's way of taking compliments is the WIN one. "You look pretty." "Now only you know ah?" "That looks nice." "Of course lah." You don't get thanked but scolded additionally. ^^ Xuan's one is when ppl compliment her seriously, she'll get shy and smile. And then later when they go away she'll jump around and get excited. HAHAHAH SEE KAREN I PRETTY WE TOO PRETTY, PRETTY IS OUR TRADEMARK. Serious. Lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting off KTM we arrived at KL sentral! We had to walk a big round because a building in progress was cockblocking everything. And in sidewalks, you always see bumpy yellow tiles laid out right in the middle. Surprising that a lot of people don't know what it's for, it's for the blind! Annoying to walk on. But the blind doesn't seem to need them. Saw one, he was using the normal way like a boss. Just need his stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had to get Monorail. The more high class one. Oh yeah. On the way walking to KTM there were a bunch of Malay guys sitting on the side railing. Saw us passing by, catcalls. "Amoi pergi mana?!". HOHO SUCCESS. Dress up success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by all means, recognise that you will never get the attention from the right people. The attention will always somehow be bad and feel unwanted because it's either from people who are too old too rude too pervert too foreign too everything. You know decent man don't do catcalls on random girls passing by. But you will know that you have the power to turn heads and get recognised, and have men brave enough to try to get your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And zoom zoom zoom, we arrived at Golden Triangle, the hotspot for everything happening. All the shopping malls congregate there. Went to Sungei Wang first, it was connected directly to the Monorail station by a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH. Heaven. All the cheap stuffs. It is good when cheap stuffs are rare, otherwise people will feel that your wardrobe is encompassed of cheap clothings. Nevertheless, they will never tell if you have the gift of making cheap clothes look expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have the terrible tendency to make expensive things look cheap, and that's just bloody murder. I was ranting to Sim Kuan that sometimes people wear branded handbags and downgrade their value to being a paper bag. She put it in the right words. They make it look cheap. AH GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who wear jeans tee shirt jeans tee shirt all the fucking time. Have some creativity, would you?! WAIT, WAIT SORRY. On the other hand, nono, it is not a crime to be that way. That way, the ones who dress up would stand out. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, dressing up and making yourself look good is important. Otherwise, it's like neglecting yourself and letting all that potential go to waste. But I do think that learning how to dress up will make you materialistic. Wait. To want to dress up, you would have to be materialistic in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lj70CCRz9RQ/TskMLeE0iqI/AAAAAAAADvY/fNyFOPD4tnI/s1600/SAM_4121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lj70CCRz9RQ/TskMLeE0iqI/AAAAAAAADvY/fNyFOPD4tnI/s400/SAM_4121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677082196468599458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-roTpd27-xHE/TskMJtQ7l1I/AAAAAAAADvA/9FSom8ZlDrM/s1600/SAM_4129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-roTpd27-xHE/TskMJtQ7l1I/AAAAAAAADvA/9FSom8ZlDrM/s400/SAM_4129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677082166186186578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first store I shopped, I splurged most of my money there. Bought floral maxis. They were so pretty, reminded me of Popteen's Kumiko and Liz Lisa. Leopard prints used to be my fav. Now it's floral ^^ And I like dresses more now, dumped skirts aside. Less, less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also some man hunk competition going on. It was so... cheesy. Hot also make until not hot. And the girls screamed like shit for some of the guys. Ugh. How do they even watch in a sea of piercing screams?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing with Sungei Wang is shopping for cheap and nice clothes. It's like boutique and blogshop clothes. Korean, taiwan, thailand, china imports. The bad thing is sometimes you feel lazy to try and not everything can be tried. There's also too many. You might miss a gem or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Pavilion. Sungei Wang was sort of my destination; Pavilion, Xuan's. She wanted Forever 21 and Topshop because they have a larger selection there. But, I don't like going to far places to get something I can have nearer (1U!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever 21 is much fun at Pavilion thou. So many sections, boom. But I hated that one of their staffs forgot to pack a belt I bloody paid for. Because I bought a lot that time and I couldn't check properly. AH GAH. YOU KNOW THAT FEELING. It's not about the money, but the fact that I wanted something and paid it but it's not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought silk shorts. So pretty. Pink and white with hearts. Another one with Eiffel tower. My maid, she washed until my other shorts got torn and the elastic bands showed. She is gone now. Sunday. Have to learn to cope without one at the moment, iron my own clothes, wash my own car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan aggravated her wound, again. Poor her, it was a really bad fall and everytime people would hit on her knee (yours truly included). She bled a bit. Must put tissues and band-aid next time! When I gave her a band-aid later, she asked, "Why no elephant...? :("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LIKE PUT ONLY, LAH! For me, I don't like buying pretty plasters because than you might be tempted to get injured in order to use your plasters. Serious, I get that urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were running late when we go home. Take trains, always have delays. Better give it at least 45 mins to return from KL by train. Because you have to do everything, walk to the stations, wait for the train. I drive like shit when I'm angry or in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was hungry and wanted to go dinner quick. I know he gets like shit when he's hungry or did not have enough sleep. Same with me. Invited Xuan to have family din din with us, fun that she came! ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttONbFdKcms/TskQe8UfWPI/AAAAAAAADw4/8eEmlNgJxh4/s1600/314451_140684986034730_100002796872987_120518_195716579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttONbFdKcms/TskQe8UfWPI/AAAAAAAADw4/8eEmlNgJxh4/s400/314451_140684986034730_100002796872987_120518_195716579_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677086929051408626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curve. Ate at cina ah pek restaurant, Dad's favourite. A random guy said "you guys are gorgeous" after he passed by us. Hagagag lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see after a day trip shopping at KL, we were almost broke but had enough to get by another outing. But then we decided to walk around after eating and that was nonononoono a horribleeeee idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bazaar. Swimming suits. A lot of colours. Different styles. The person who designed it kept promoting. Boom. Xuan bought one, I bought one. I have 3 unworn swimsuits. AH GAH. But it looks pretty, though. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were broke, decided not to shop anymore. Can't even look. It's hard to do window-shopping for us. Want it, must have it. Sim Kuan has more restraint. Xuan was like, "We camwhore. No need money one! Hmph."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pretty polaroids. But it was wrong, that needed money. T.T Everything needs moneyyy..! I kept 2 of them! ^^ Xuan is generous with a lotta things (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3L1WtlIUfAA/TskQe7C-sBI/AAAAAAAADws/B4YDcfzIcuk/s1600/381554_140684652701430_100002796872987_120507_2143019680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3L1WtlIUfAA/TskQe7C-sBI/AAAAAAAADws/B4YDcfzIcuk/s400/381554_140684652701430_100002796872987_120507_2143019680_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677086928709529618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan has a good eye for backgrounds to camwhore, gift proven again. Chatime wall. Siet Yen's wall. TGIF brick wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MZefFGuL6Uk/TskMJVR-anI/AAAAAAAADu0/PjDUR-bIsQQ/s1600/SAM_4138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MZefFGuL6Uk/TskMJVR-anI/AAAAAAAADu0/PjDUR-bIsQQ/s400/SAM_4138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677082159748115058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYvGn_gEokI/TskOn9ZRl4I/AAAAAAAADv8/yv1w29d4o5A/s1600/SAM_4135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYvGn_gEokI/TskOn9ZRl4I/AAAAAAAADv8/yv1w29d4o5A/s400/SAM_4135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677084884935481218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now my FB profile picture. I wanna do more shots like this ^^ On the body. Half-body shots. See what you're wearing. Not just the face. Because sooner or later you'll run out of different facial expressions! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SDKaaLDjhXE/TskQff_VyLI/AAAAAAAADxE/PxNHhKE398U/s1600/302489_140684556034773_100002796872987_120503_159623835_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SDKaaLDjhXE/TskQff_VyLI/AAAAAAAADxE/PxNHhKE398U/s400/302489_140684556034773_100002796872987_120503_159623835_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677086938626377906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Xuan's house after that. Was out for almost 12 hours. AH GAH. Took some ViVi mags from her, hoho! :D Tried clothes from today's labour and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9BwVMLxmud4/TskOqbDwcSI/AAAAAAAADwg/GprL2qqd1QI/s1600/SAM_4100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9BwVMLxmud4/TskOqbDwcSI/AAAAAAAADwg/GprL2qqd1QI/s400/SAM_4100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677084927258030370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aF6zTbllPlI/TskOnrk_KnI/AAAAAAAADvw/IV9J72TZWhA/s1600/SAM_4092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aF6zTbllPlI/TskOnrk_KnI/AAAAAAAADvw/IV9J72TZWhA/s400/SAM_4092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677084880152767090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was on Thursday, I actually went to 1U 3 days in a row this week. Went on Friday but no pictures and I don't remember much on what happened. Nothing much, we went home early. That was with Sim Kuan, Xuan, Siet Yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's one was with Sim Kuan, Xuan, Li Chen. I used to go out with Sim Kuan a lot, during her outing phase. And then after that she cooled down. Now she's going out more because SPM has so many free days. GOOD GOOD ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells that it used to be two of us and now the gang is getting bigger and bigger. Oh heck why not! The more the merrier hoho :D And I can always imagine how Sim Kuan will look. Palette of blue, black and white. Bottom is tight, top is loose. White crop top and denim shorts. White crop top with denim jeans. Black prada handbag. Handbag always black! Heels. Heels also always black. BWAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to analyse how people dress. Sk likes dark colours, but for party dresses she'll do brighter colours. I like her most in navy blue. Her assets is her legs. So she always show plenty of them and buys lots of heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan is the colourful one with a crazy blend of style. Her clothes always got hole one. Asymmetrical flowy dresses always reminds me of her. Her colour palette is special because the colour that suits her is specially for her. It's hard to find other people who can pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage colours. Mustard. Aqua. Diu, hard to pull off. It looks gross on me. So funy, that time I tried to find dresses at her house but couldn't. I thought it would be easy. Easy for her lah ma de. She also has a lot of accessories going on. Sometimes it doesn't seem like it will match, but somehow it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her assets is her womanly chest. Confirm get a lot of attention when she shows it. In KTM. In the streets. Everywhere! But because of that she also makes clothes look too sexy sometimes. Like it looks decent on another girl but too sexy on her. Could be good, could be bad. Depends ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Chen, she's more down to earth and the natural beauty sort. Doesn't dress up much. Simple. Stick to neutral colours. Beige, earthy tones. Top always baggy. Show bra strap. Hmm. Doesn't like to wear heels. Slippers. Clothes mostly quite sporty. Adidas, nike! Her asset is more of her face. Big eyes, dolly look hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siet Yen! I like it when she dress up for parties more. She has a lot of cocktail dresses. For casual outing the look is very mature. Cardigan. Billowy outfits. Top tight, bottom loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me?! I like to look formal. Dressed up. Can go from outing to party. I'd never want to look boring. I hate dull colours. I don't mind black once in a well but most of the time it's red, pink, blue and everything in between. I like the glamourous and luxurious feel, mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like fitted blouses. Hate to wear t-shirts, I look so drab in it. I like hourglass silhouette. For now it's mostly dresses. Dresses. All I can think of is dresses. My friends say my asset is my ass, but wtf how to show ass?!?!?! Legs can show with shorts. Boobs can show with low-cut tops. ASS?!?!?!?! How to show?! Ass crack ah?! The only thing is do tight-fitting, that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last, I like Xuan's hair the most. Like the ones you see in ViVi, Popteen magazines. It makes her looks much more dressed up. The whole wavy mermaid hair in brown thing. For Sim Kuan I like her smile. I can never do smiling with teeth. It's too wide. She looks charismatic when she do hers. Genuine. Me, I just look like a hooligan in a laughing fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Chen's would be her eyes. Big. Damn big. Siet Yen, her skin. Fair and radiant like snow white. Hohoho. That's about what I think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApdTQKl5zTQ/TsapPDXGMxI/AAAAAAAADuo/hUKYlme438I/s1600/353.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApdTQKl5zTQ/TsapPDXGMxI/AAAAAAAADuo/hUKYlme438I/s400/353.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676410456412402450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2NwIC-t15o/TsapN1dNEFI/AAAAAAAADuQ/pWB3A76v0ak/s1600/347.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2NwIC-t15o/TsapN1dNEFI/AAAAAAAADuQ/pWB3A76v0ak/s400/347.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676410435500052562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGJovyfjHEM/TskRff6nGHI/AAAAAAAADyw/Ynz2uEMBJQQ/s1600/351_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGJovyfjHEM/TskRff6nGHI/AAAAAAAADyw/Ynz2uEMBJQQ/s400/351_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677088038118168690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpQLXSVV7sE/TskResDR58I/AAAAAAAADyk/6uz2jXIgS90/s1600/343_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpQLXSVV7sE/TskResDR58I/AAAAAAAADyk/6uz2jXIgS90/s400/343_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677088024195884994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, last minute sushi at Jusco Kepong with Sim Kuan and Xuan. Tummy well-satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLm2gSy0fUc/TsapMxtCaiI/AAAAAAAADt4/NGHat5iejvI/s1600/332.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLm2gSy0fUc/TsapMxtCaiI/AAAAAAAADt4/NGHat5iejvI/s400/332.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676410417312852514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, Vincent and Xuan studied at my house while waiting for the next paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oK-jf3Gszmc/TskOo2WgVuI/AAAAAAAADwI/GmQG6basiBA/s1600/SAM_4070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oK-jf3Gszmc/TskOo2WgVuI/AAAAAAAADwI/GmQG6basiBA/s400/SAM_4070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677084900224685794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CfMP47p_Yvg/TskOpqe1NAI/AAAAAAAADwU/FRMvSTB9Ttk/s1600/SAM_4062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CfMP47p_Yvg/TskOpqe1NAI/AAAAAAAADwU/FRMvSTB9Ttk/s400/SAM_4062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677084914218251266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim Kuan finally uploaded her photos. Hohoho. Know she knows how it feels. Before that, keep urging me to post photos instantly !@^*#^R@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTyjw2xy7wQ/TskQfuiZS8I/AAAAAAAADxM/0fS5pge4pEI/s1600/387588_10150378027196448_669776447_8568068_146779715_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTyjw2xy7wQ/TskQfuiZS8I/AAAAAAAADxM/0fS5pge4pEI/s400/387588_10150378027196448_669776447_8568068_146779715_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677086942531505090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observing and wondering why the hell they looked so retard. Especially Xian Jiong and his down syndrome look. Deng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LfollBz6rkk/TskQf1s9OGI/AAAAAAAADxg/9Ai13ND8Gmw/s1600/316724_10150378037266448_669776447_8568106_422007147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LfollBz6rkk/TskQf1s9OGI/AAAAAAAADxg/9Ai13ND8Gmw/s400/316724_10150378037266448_669776447_8568106_422007147_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677086944454850658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then decided I should follow suit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cfNMKFt03Kw/TskRGjbGHtI/AAAAAAAADyM/M73D4jmhOh0/s1600/315633_10150378037861448_669776447_8568109_15104582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cfNMKFt03Kw/TskRGjbGHtI/AAAAAAAADyM/M73D4jmhOh0/s400/315633_10150378037861448_669776447_8568109_15104582_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677087609562996434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, dunno why I look so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXgfWUvuk4w/TskRFwP_3yI/AAAAAAAADx0/6NjcLcXjBiE/s1600/319947_10150378041336448_669776447_8568123_1536687112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXgfWUvuk4w/TskRFwP_3yI/AAAAAAAADx0/6NjcLcXjBiE/s400/319947_10150378041336448_669776447_8568123_1536687112_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677087595826241314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tocRj4v3zcg/TskRGZ2uepI/AAAAAAAADyA/msN9w8sVTl0/s1600/321554_10150378041191448_669776447_8568122_84597946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tocRj4v3zcg/TskRGZ2uepI/AAAAAAAADyA/msN9w8sVTl0/s400/321554_10150378041191448_669776447_8568122_84597946_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677087606994533010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss fooling around in class. Bugging my classmates. Laughing like there's no one else in the room when in fact they are complaining about it. Don't believe I'll say this, but I'm gonna miss wearing my uniform. I feel so young in it, like my youth is never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, seeing all my friends in the same place getting forced to do the same thing. I think everyone will get bored of something if they were to do it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love eating sushi, but for sure I'd get bored of it if I ate it everyday. Same thing with school, school is actually really nice just that I have to do it everyday. NICE BECOMES, CAN'T I HAVE A BREAK? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have the break that never ends. Haiyur. Getting nostalgic already. Cannot cannot. I will cherish the memories for what they are. 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I think I've complained about her once or twice but I stopped because sometimes it's even more aggravating to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between, a lot of things have happened. I hope this post will be the last one forever. Last of her misdeeds. We're turning her back to the agent. Sunday is the big day for us. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one I think was about her breaking my Swarovski crystal. And a vase the day before. And a teapot the next day. Diu. How can anyone tolerate this? Hire you to clean stuff, not to break stuff. She has the midas touch except everything she touches turns into pieces instead of gold. She also has sticky hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I hate my maid not because she is a maid, but because she is a maid who doesn't do her job and gives you work to do instead. It's like having a liability around and you have to pay money additionally for having it. What bloody justice is this? Hire a driver who doesn't fetch you but bangs your car instead. Hire a banker who doesn't earn you money but steals your money instead. That's how she makes people feel and it is a feeling I loathe- the feeling of being victimised and bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that she doesn't steal, but I was wrong. One day I got disturbed from my bloody sleep because my brother thought I took the souvenirs he bought for his girlfriend. Not his fault, my maid told him she saw me having the plastic bag containing the souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when we were back from Australia. He used the bag from airport and I bought stuff at the airport too so we have the same bag. His souvenirs were Dior makeup set and some Hello Kitty stuff. All missing. I told him I didn't even see it. OF COURSE HE BELIEVE ME LA. Ma de. Stupid maid. Dare to put me as the scapegoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were supposed to work but instead they wasted bloody 3 hours trying to find it. My brother could tell that the maid took it. She kept saying she didn't take it. And then we found the plastic bag stashed among other plastic bags. So obviously it was her and obviously she was lying. She took out the souvenirs and hid it somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was like a detective, looked for the highs and lows everywhere. Finally found it, it was behind the bloody washing machine. She probably thought the souvenirs were mine. Unfortunately for her, it was my brother's. If it was me I would be too tired to find it. I hate searching hard for my belongings. I bought you, you should be there obediently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened when my dad knew she was the one who stole it and acted like an idiot all this while when we searched for it like an asshole? He got pissed. Grabbed her hair and shouted. He had to go work but then the maid wants to play some hide and seek game. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I shout, you can hear me from the third floor. When my dad shouts? The third floor's glass door has a good chance of vibrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the breaking point. After outing at 1U, Sim Kuan dropped me off. Lucian the dog came outside to greet me. I was wondering why the front door wasn't closed. And then I went upstairs to put my stuff. Lucian pooped at the staircase. I called for my maid to clean it. No answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to find her in her room. Not there. Everywhere else? Na-da. And then I saw the outdoor kitchen's door was opened. The soup was still cooking. It's the traditional one where you use charcoal and you can see the fire burning. So dangerous you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maid already set the fucking house on fire once. She was cleaning the stove and something dropped. That's how she explained the fire suddenly broke out. And then lucky we cut off the gas before it continued. The kitchen wall went black by the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought someone kidnapped my maid but after I saw the back door opened I knew she went out. You imagine how dangerous it was, back door and front door left open and no one was in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked the doors and went to shower. She went out for an hour plus. I told my dad. He was on his way home. And then suddenly, EXPLOSION. My dad couldn't handle her anymore. He shouted her and hit her. It's like, we need to make her listen but she's never scared. In fact when we scold her she smiles after that. Psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time she cried. My dad is really, really fierce when you make him angry. It's like he's going to take your life. You know friends who're scary when they throw tempers? They learn it from their parents. If you see someone you don't want to make them angry, you know they have fierce parents. Children tend to mirror their parents. The way they scold people, the intonation, the gestures, the tendencies, the glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? When I'm angry I need an outlet. I get angry more than I get sad because I loathe self-pitying. I hate crying because my dad hates crying and hates it when I cry. When I'm angry I'll release it on whoever made me angry. Shout. Throw stuff. Bang tables. The best way to make me angrier is to make fun of me when I'm angry. I'll try extra hard to let you know I'm really serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like there's a limit, people go over it. If they do it accidentally, like they thought it was okay but find out it isn't and apologize, then it's okay. But some go over the limit, and don't feel sorry for it. I remember one time Ding accidentally poked my eye until my contact lens lodged in my eye and I had to pinch around my eyes to fish it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got it out I was half-blind and Ding ran to the other side because he was afraid I'd hit him. I told him to come here and he ran further. It was after-school and everyone was waiting at the door to go home. I shouted and pointed at him to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know when people sense trouble is brewing they go silent to watch? Suddenly the excitement of going back home, and then silence because they heard me shouting. Even the teacher was watching. I ran over to Ding and hit him. AHAHA OMG. Ding was like wtf because I was really angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the story for today. My maid went out to play visit visit with her friends, left the front and back doors open and came home after an hour and  a half. I ratted her out to my dad and my dad scolded her and hit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. When people make me angry I have an overwhelming urge to give them a taste of their own medicine. I hate it when people offend me and think I'm okay with it and do it again. It's like you don't give a fuck on how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MAJOR PET PEEVE is when she plays with my thing. Invade my privacy. She took picture of herself on my digital camera before, I scolded her. And then she played with my iPod. I scolded her. Play with my Swarovski crystal until it broke, scolded her. Scold so many times but never listen, I'm actually glad to see my dad hit her. That's what you want, no? You fucking asked for it.&lt;br /&gt
