<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 17:06:51 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Close To Perfection ♥</title><description>Just a little bit more, and it'll be perfect</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-7619678354723977427</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 16:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T09:06:51.734-08:00</atom:updated><title>Shopping therapy</title><description>Can you believe it? My holiday is going to end soon in another say, 2 more days? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of holiday spent on working and going out. Productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know whether I should graduate on May or October. A lot to consider. I do not want to take three subjects with one graduation project. Hmph. I don't think I can handle them all together. AHHH. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went shopping today with Mich and Pei Ling, my shopping kakis. They are EVIL. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is nice, buy la woi, online shopping more expensive&lt;/span&gt;." And then, I find myself paying at the counter. EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I got alot of really nice stuffs and I was sooooooo happy. Haha. Can't wait to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bought: 3 dresses (superb nice!), one top and one cardigan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total damages done: RM 185.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap cheap! =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are willing to take your time to walk around Sg Wang and Timesquare, you can actually get a lot really nice stuffs. Not all of them are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; la-la&lt;/span&gt; style okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O and something major is coming up! I am so excited! Official launching on Friday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-7619678354723977427?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/shopping-therapy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2674450657481826307</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 08:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T01:01:43.061-08:00</atom:updated><title>Baby could you blow my heart up?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exams. Yesh, no need to elaborate much of that. 2 weeks of that and then I'm a free bird for about 2 weeks. Damn. O well, better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I won't be miserable for the next year CNY because my semester will end by then. Yippeeeeeee. I know, Christmas's not here yet and I'm thinking about CNY already. The truth is for Christmas I rather spend it quietly with my baby or friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am DYING to go shopping. I have a long list of things to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A cockroach felt on my hand today while I was taking my bath and pretending to be Lady Gaga singing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Starstruck&lt;/span&gt;. I swear to God, they are the most revolting living thing on earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mum and I dreamt about Monkey. How odd. Hmph, Toto perhaps?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to watch Time Traveller's Wife and The Lovely Bones. After that,  go straight to Popular and buy the books home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xOxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-2674450657481826307?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-could-you-blow-my-heart-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-851938865784514430</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 07:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T01:30:15.143-07:00</atom:updated><title>Winter comes and go</title><description>This is going to be a post with pictures. I know all my posts before that are oh-so-boring. Only words and grandmother stories but no pictures. I'll get a camera soon, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quattro, Winter Bar 17/10/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My parents went outstation, and no one was at home. So.. PARTY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was Mun Ling's 21st Birthday Bash. Bitch picked me up, and we went over to Mun Ling's place and headed off to Quattro together. We reached there pretty late, way after 11 when we were suppose to reach there before 11 to get the tables reserved.  I haven't even  put on any make up when we reached there. Ask me to make up is like asking a kid to draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much trouble, we settled down at Winter Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwWKU4dAbI/AAAAAAAABhE/u096iPRzEfY/s1600-h/DSC02046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwWKU4dAbI/AAAAAAAABhE/u096iPRzEfY/s320/DSC02046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394210820343005618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First picture of the night. She was quite agitated at first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwWfKEYyPI/AAAAAAAABhM/cuiWeb-iHok/s1600-h/DSC02048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwWfKEYyPI/AAAAAAAABhM/cuiWeb-iHok/s320/DSC02048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394211178217523442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cf, Me, Mich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I drank one cup and woah, here I go. And then there was the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Flaming Lamborghini and Birthday Girl insisted all girls to drink with her for the first round. After that, literally I can see stars dancing in front of me. Low alcohol tolerance. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwWto_1mXI/AAAAAAAABhU/jRTdMhJTupo/s1600-h/DSC02050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwWto_1mXI/AAAAAAAABhU/jRTdMhJTupo/s320/DSC02050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394211427038108018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See. Face damn red dy. Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwXC3d_0SI/AAAAAAAABhc/tQ2HZoTtjbg/s1600-h/DSC02051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwXC3d_0SI/AAAAAAAABhc/tQ2HZoTtjbg/s320/DSC02051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394211791699956002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday Girl and Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwXT7gB9UI/AAAAAAAABhk/Uxjbr_8id64/s1600-h/DSC02053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwXT7gB9UI/AAAAAAAABhk/Uxjbr_8id64/s320/DSC02053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394212084840002882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwXjFx3l5I/AAAAAAAABhs/SmaqCMAmIBw/s1600-h/DSC02056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwXjFx3l5I/AAAAAAAABhs/SmaqCMAmIBw/s320/DSC02056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394212345297213330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwXxQg2kVI/AAAAAAAABh0/pWBfqMu4Ypw/s1600-h/DSC02057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwXxQg2kVI/AAAAAAAABh0/pWBfqMu4Ypw/s320/DSC02057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394212588696801618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday Girl with the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwZRUQmJZI/AAAAAAAABiE/FtlmVWuBHSg/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwZRUQmJZI/AAAAAAAABiE/FtlmVWuBHSg/s320/DSC02059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394214238969800082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwaK5UA2hI/AAAAAAAABic/4hf2cFTvkB0/s1600-h/DSC02062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwaK5UA2hI/AAAAAAAABic/4hf2cFTvkB0/s320/DSC02062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394215228168788498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwY-fkPT3I/AAAAAAAABh8/iA7jmAMb4CY/s1600-h/DSC02058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwY-fkPT3I/AAAAAAAABh8/iA7jmAMb4CY/s320/DSC02058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394213915587465074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now now, I know this might look abit scary but it is Mun Ling's hair, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwZrDyQwDI/AAAAAAAABiM/g1QMlKy0agQ/s1600-h/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwZrDyQwDI/AAAAAAAABiM/g1QMlKy0agQ/s320/DSC02060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394214681224200242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwZ8bn1jQI/AAAAAAAABiU/6LRmm6DSllo/s1600-h/DSC02061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwZ8bn1jQI/AAAAAAAABiU/6LRmm6DSllo/s320/DSC02061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394214979680701698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darling (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No group shot or anything. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to clarify, I WAS NOT DRUNK. Just tipsy. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when we're in the toilet, the tissue rolled off to the ground and I started to laugh like a maniac while Michelle pulled me away or even when this guy patted on my back and asked me, "Where are you from?" and I was annoyed and shouted at his ear, "AMPANG!" and he backed off, I WAS NOT DRUNK. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, that night was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;I kissed a girl and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;The taste of her cherry chapstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;I kissed a girl just to try it&lt;br /&gt;I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to baby's house to overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun this weekend, how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Party after my finals! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-851938865784514430?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/StwWKU4dAbI/AAAAAAAABhE/u096iPRzEfY/s72-c/DSC02046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2501219238766495569</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 07:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T00:25:25.571-07:00</atom:updated><title>I'll be looking out, night and day</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeshhh. Finally, I found a bit of mojo back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, I always find myself looking forward for the weekends, dreading for the weekdays to end quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weekends I've been out most of the time. I think that's why my dad's starting to get annoyed. He would call me constantly and sometimes, I would choose to ignore those calls. Am I bad? My friends have been asking me, "Is it because your dad wants you to accompany him since most of the weekends you're not at home?" Hmph. But I eat dinner everyday during the weekdays! I hardly go out on weekdays unless you counted going to college and work. So what's wrong if I want to go out during weekends? It's not like I go clubbing every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of clubbing, it has been long since I hit the club with the girls. This weekend maybe? I need to get my dad of my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, and I am addicted to rummy again! Like, after so long. But I keep losing my shopping money =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be going to Genting for a trip this month. I don't know how many times we've been to Genting already, and I am getting bored of it. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xOxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-2501219238766495569?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-looking-out-night-and-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3904240075259764982</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T21:31:52.202-07:00</atom:updated><title>I've been talking in my sleep</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like crap dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment's killing me and I am dying to go for a shopping spree. I need to unleash everything. Shopping's one of those moment where I can forget about everything else and just focus on myself. One moment that I don't feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to take my studies seriously i.e not falling asleep in class. The thing is, I  never fail to have those head nodding moments during my 8am lecture. I always tell myself to stay awake and listen to lecture but within minutes, I'll doze off. I wonder why. I'll always tell Ban "I will not  fall asleep today. Confirm ah!" But I guess she knows me better. "You ah? Confirm sleep." And I never fail to prove her right. -_______-  I don't know what I should do to keep myself stay awake. Perhaps keep my eyes open with toothpicks? Hmph. Not likely. One thing for sure if I'm the Minister of Education, the first thing I'll do is to ban all 8am class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to get back to assignments dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOALS TO ACHIEVE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish all assignments today by 5pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 Meet up my babes tonight and have a good time with them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 Shopping tomorrow. I really, really need shopping therapy to keep my sanity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xOxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-3904240075259764982?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-talking-in-my-sleep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-636527758209121916</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 11:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T05:05:09.786-07:00</atom:updated><title>Teacher, can I go to toilet?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know. I haven't blog for like how many million years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because laziness always never fails to kick in no matter how many times I promised myself to not let them take over me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am considering to get myself a camera so that I can take shit loads of pictures just like what everyone is doing. Then, maybe I'll blog more. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot had happened lately. Some good, some bad, some are just great =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having semester break next week!! With mid terms and assignments. Dammit. HELP never have a good sense of timing. People ber-partying, kami pulak kena study! Ish. But I won't let it take its toll on me. F... (&amp;amp;*%^&amp;amp;$ YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other day, something funny happened. So this student was actually reading his homework in front of me until he stopped and stared at me. Wondering what's wrong, I asked him and this is how our conversation goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Student: Teacher, *mumble mumble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: I'm sorry? Can you speak louder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Student: Teacher, I *mumble mumble* passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: What?! Who?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that split second, I was horrified and thought he's going to cry and prepared myself to console him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became quiet for awhile and then spoke loud and clear this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Student: Teacher, I want to go passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: -____________- You mean you want to go toilet is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Student: *smiles and nods head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: -________- Remember to flush the toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when he came back, I taught him the right words to say and told him never to use to word passed away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-636527758209121916?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/teacher-can-i-go-to-toilet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5122376940160439344</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 13:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T06:57:43.494-07:00</atom:updated><title>Baby you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I'm your biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you until you love me, papa-paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;baby there's no other superstar&lt;br /&gt;you know that I'll be your papa-paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;promise I'll be kind but I won't stop until that boy is mine&lt;br /&gt;baby you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me&lt;br /&gt;papa-paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been itching to do alot of stuffs and saw about a million stuffs that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've done none of it =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just found out I have assignment and mid term due in another 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about Week 8 already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, girls girls, I.WANT.A.GIRLS.NIGHT.OUT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-5122376940160439344?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-youll-be-famous-chase-you-down.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-1095166322927122674</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-14T08:47:47.298-07:00</atom:updated><title>Touch my Barreeee</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt in love with Ashley Parker Angel all over again like a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy and tired with college and all. Everytime I reached home, the only thing I wanna do is to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something to share with you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is a CLASSIC. Always make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-1095166322927122674?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/bam-i-felt-in-love-with-ashley-parker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2366772153973687317</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T07:09:18.043-07:00</atom:updated><title>你是我的眼</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;你是我的眼 带我领略四季的变换&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;你是我的眼 带我穿越拥挤的人潮&lt;br /&gt;你是我的眼 带我阅读浩瀚的书海&lt;br /&gt;因为你是我的眼 让我看见这世界就在我眼前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new baby in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng2Jdj4bwI/AAAAAAAABgE/vYDxNPvI8Ng/s1600-h/DSC01923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng2Jdj4bwI/AAAAAAAABgE/vYDxNPvI8Ng/s320/DSC01923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366098492193795842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng2ZtBxC5I/AAAAAAAABgM/wuuyTF0FDRI/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng2ZtBxC5I/AAAAAAAABgM/wuuyTF0FDRI/s320/DSC01928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366098771223579538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeng Jeng Jeng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspire 4736&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't what's the exact name nor I'm going to describe its features here because I don't talk computer. Ain't it a pretty little thing? Well, I think it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuhreaking&lt;/span&gt; pretty, so shut it if you think it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from PC Fair on Sunday and because I assumed the crowd won't be so pack on the last day of the event (due to other experience). Guess I assumed wrongly, because it had shit loads of people. Me and my dad had to squeeze our way out. Lucky  for us there aren't any body odor cases around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 31/7/09 &lt;/span&gt;was Jun Yan's 22th Birthday belated celebration at Hartamas to catch up good old beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng5UiUMNCI/AAAAAAAABgU/lWQvI7NWcss/s1600-h/DSC01936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng5UiUMNCI/AAAAAAAABgU/lWQvI7NWcss/s320/DSC01936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366101980983604258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donna &amp;amp; Yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to this cafe/pub? (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I declined to write their name here because Flaming Lamborghini  was on the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and the foods sucks BIG time. They don't actually have foods that's on the menu. And it's only like 9pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng5_6s14kI/AAAAAAAABgc/yQ14H_9yryg/s1600-h/DSC01934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng5_6s14kI/AAAAAAAABgc/yQ14H_9yryg/s320/DSC01934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366102726263824962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had the first round of beer, and just as everyone was getting a bit high, we went SohoKL for the second round in this new club called Envy Club. I wasn't sure that it's what I saw on their sign board so I literally had to google up the name because I was well, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bit&lt;/span&gt; tipsy at that time. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't a crowd there because it's new of course. But they do have Nintendo Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng7uq1p6OI/AAAAAAAABgk/mU7RCGCLyXA/s1600-h/DSC01931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng7uq1p6OI/AAAAAAAABgk/mU7RCGCLyXA/s320/DSC01931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366104628971301090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marg &amp;amp; Jean Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng8AfpTFFI/AAAAAAAABgs/g9N8tJESz74/s1600-h/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng8AfpTFFI/AAAAAAAABgs/g9N8tJESz74/s320/DSC01932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366104935204328530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng8NobZCHI/AAAAAAAABg0/lAQBDI_isIQ/s1600-h/DSC01929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng8NobZCHI/AAAAAAAABg0/lAQBDI_isIQ/s320/DSC01929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366105160900216946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry for the dirty lense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng8Y9JE8rI/AAAAAAAABg8/zjmeOQWDY9g/s1600-h/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng8Y9JE8rI/AAAAAAAABg8/zjmeOQWDY9g/s320/DSC01926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366105355439108786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry for all the bad pictures quality. Camera phone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;. What to do. We stayed there till the last song. O, and the dance floor on bridge is reallllll noice! Except I'm wearing a skirt, and I can't dance there. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll watch Cupid while waiting for Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! Before that, let share my favourite lame joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggi Mee and Pao always fight when they see each other. One day, Pao saw Spaghetti  and smack him! Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready for the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maggi Mee! Don't think I can't recognize you after you did rebonding !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fails to crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-2366772153973687317?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sng2Jdj4bwI/AAAAAAAABgE/vYDxNPvI8Ng/s72-c/DSC01923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-7334352936857621658</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 16:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T09:58:13.540-07:00</atom:updated><title>Of roses and strawberries Part 2</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3ZWouJg1I/AAAAAAAABc8/xM6jajrQLJk/s1600-h/DSC01874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3ZWouJg1I/AAAAAAAABc8/xM6jajrQLJk/s320/DSC01874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363181714179457874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;roses&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3ZdFaSrCI/AAAAAAAABdE/x1cvY5kpwKs/s1600-h/DSC01882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3ZdFaSrCI/AAAAAAAABdE/x1cvY5kpwKs/s320/DSC01882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363181824960015394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;They are sooooo pretty, aren't they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My neighbours, an 80-something years old aunty is arguing with her daughter, a 50-something years old aunty, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;very very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; vulgar words.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;according to my mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No wonder I kept hearing voices.What does this tells me? Don't mess with the aunties next door.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going to blog about Cameron Highlands, Pahang (like, finally).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Btw, before that, I started my classes already. Ahhhhh, I haven't have enough of holidays :( And the time table sucks. 6 freaking hours of break! I am going back home to sleep already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay, back to the Cameron Highlands trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cameron Highlands, Pahang - 25 &amp;amp; 26 July 2009&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip consists of 3 couples and 1 fake couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnG6Au1ng0I/AAAAAAAABdU/BznMef5HRos/s1600-h/6534_112640585987_594985987_2698192_359079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnG6Au1ng0I/AAAAAAAABdU/BznMef5HRos/s320/6534_112640585987_594985987_2698192_359079_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364273152910656322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;L-R: CheeWai, Vei Lun, JunYan, Donna, Me, Ling, Cf &amp;amp; Doh&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt one important lesson, put the fake couple together in a 3 hours journey and you'll end up getting headache and non stop fighting and pickering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnG7A7-xuII/AAAAAAAABdc/nRa2CQ0qEkk/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnG7A7-xuII/AAAAAAAABdc/nRa2CQ0qEkk/s320/DSC01920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364274255950362754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Bad shot, but you'll know which is the fake couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I got a little bit of carsick and I blame it on period cramps. Yes, having period when you're going for a holiday is so not pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lucky it wasn't the first/second day. If not, I bet it'll be worse. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Century Pines Resort, Tanah Rata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnG8BmEp3iI/AAAAAAAABdk/fOv-4G_5Yj4/s1600-h/6534_112640445987_594985987_2698167_7698017_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnG8BmEp3iI/AAAAAAAABdk/fOv-4G_5Yj4/s320/6534_112640445987_594985987_2698167_7698017_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364275366760930850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1 night is RM 225 for Superior Room inclusive breakfast for 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Our rooms have their own 'garden' but it is good enough for us to enjoy booze and the cold during the night.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall let the pictures do all the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnG-2HBs9QI/AAAAAAAABds/BECq5g34FFg/s1600-h/6534_112640465987_594985987_2698170_7560757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnG-2HBs9QI/AAAAAAAABds/BECq5g34FFg/s320/6534_112640465987_594985987_2698170_7560757_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364278467983373570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3W7JGJC2I/AAAAAAAABb8/ZNrj28DGMaE/s1600-h/DSC01918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3W7JGJC2I/AAAAAAAABb8/ZNrj28DGMaE/s320/DSC01918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363179042810432354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnG_Icl32PI/AAAAAAAABd0/fw9pUIGIzuE/s1600-h/6534_112640770987_594985987_2698224_4362172_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnG_Icl32PI/AAAAAAAABd0/fw9pUIGIzuE/s320/6534_112640770987_594985987_2698224_4362172_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364278783009872114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3RjvcWz2I/AAAAAAAABa8/muBsi6FhbG4/s1600-h/DSC01908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3RjvcWz2I/AAAAAAAABa8/muBsi6FhbG4/s320/DSC01908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363173143229157218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3RaGsMyFI/AAAAAAAABa0/oIANSsaSlx8/s1600-h/DSC01906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3RaGsMyFI/AAAAAAAABa0/oIANSsaSlx8/s320/DSC01906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363172977670932562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3RDevYsyI/AAAAAAAABak/1bpFNBUE918/s1600-h/DSC01904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3RDevYsyI/AAAAAAAABak/1bpFNBUE918/s320/DSC01904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363172588989756194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3UIGRvEpI/AAAAAAAABbc/y7kjpKDMEDA/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3UIGRvEpI/AAAAAAAABbc/y7kjpKDMEDA/s320/DSC01913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363175966857171602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3WW0p-EKI/AAAAAAAABb0/WsyHKj5tK1s/s1600-h/DSC01917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3WW0p-EKI/AAAAAAAABb0/WsyHKj5tK1s/s320/DSC01917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363178418848272546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Couple 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHCjee0hAI/AAAAAAAABec/JsS4uZJ4YV0/s1600-h/6534_112640745987_594985987_2698219_5512026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHCjee0hAI/AAAAAAAABec/JsS4uZJ4YV0/s320/6534_112640745987_594985987_2698219_5512026_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364282545908515842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Couple 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHCWU7-kHI/AAAAAAAABeU/HaCWUbI4fKI/s1600-h/6534_112640570987_594985987_2698189_3104347_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHCWU7-kHI/AAAAAAAABeU/HaCWUbI4fKI/s320/6534_112640570987_594985987_2698189_3104347_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364282320008155250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Couple 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHCwUTrBgI/AAAAAAAABek/JxCTA2Jfa9M/s1600-h/6534_112640760987_594985987_2698222_5408130_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHCwUTrBgI/AAAAAAAABek/JxCTA2Jfa9M/s320/6534_112640760987_594985987_2698222_5408130_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364282766515701250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Fake couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHDWACQrxI/AAAAAAAABe0/tFLf_AkdO5g/s1600-h/6534_112640485987_594985987_2698174_3013643_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHDWACQrxI/AAAAAAAABe0/tFLf_AkdO5g/s320/6534_112640485987_594985987_2698174_3013643_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364283413908991762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;No comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHDz2ck5MI/AAAAAAAABe8/JRIWY1Q3CdQ/s1600-h/6534_112640620987_594985987_2698199_6925198_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHDz2ck5MI/AAAAAAAABe8/JRIWY1Q3CdQ/s320/6534_112640620987_594985987_2698199_6925198_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364283926731089090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Err.. no comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3Xa9A0ixI/AAAAAAAABcE/X1uhRxAVaPo/s1600-h/Pic002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3Xa9A0ixI/AAAAAAAABcE/X1uhRxAVaPo/s320/Pic002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363179589322705682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So after the flowers, of course it must be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt;. How could we forget about them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHEmrvLGEI/AAAAAAAABfE/qGYdrWJX_1g/s1600-h/DSC01902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHEmrvLGEI/AAAAAAAABfE/qGYdrWJX_1g/s320/DSC01902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364284800029628482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHE7--7vKI/AAAAAAAABfM/RwSTZ339skI/s1600-h/6534_112640835987_594985987_2698235_7897615_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHE7--7vKI/AAAAAAAABfM/RwSTZ339skI/s320/6534_112640835987_594985987_2698235_7897615_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364285165973257378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self pluck strawberries&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3Zp8gtFqI/AAAAAAAABdM/KqtIBkb0y0Y/s1600-h/Pic012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3Zp8gtFqI/AAAAAAAABdM/KqtIBkb0y0Y/s320/Pic012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363182045909292706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;'Datin' got the biggest one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3YG4aPm7I/AAAAAAAABcU/du5Hg-wNXKw/s1600-h/Pic004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3YG4aPm7I/AAAAAAAABcU/du5Hg-wNXKw/s320/Pic004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363180344001403826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3YaztyNsI/AAAAAAAABcc/adBvn11t3Qo/s1600-h/Pic005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3YaztyNsI/AAAAAAAABcc/adBvn11t3Qo/s320/Pic005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363180686338569922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3Y0eqhOOI/AAAAAAAABcs/9WeDMlTZrKs/s1600-h/Pic015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3Y0eqhOOI/AAAAAAAABcs/9WeDMlTZrKs/s320/Pic015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363181127364327650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We all love to pose with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt; don't we? Even guys. Lol. He's probably going to kill me for posting this up, but then again, he don't read my blog! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3YmKM1tmI/AAAAAAAABck/W4VKhz_rod8/s1600-h/Pic009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3YmKM1tmI/AAAAAAAABck/W4VKhz_rod8/s320/Pic009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363180881352963682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Smooches with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHGVqfTJlI/AAAAAAAABfU/spYBLSYKJ1Q/s1600-h/DSC01898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHGVqfTJlI/AAAAAAAABfU/spYBLSYKJ1Q/s320/DSC01898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364286706660091474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHHIoEIDZI/AAAAAAAABfc/QGBG3eGj8ow/s1600-h/DSC01899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHHIoEIDZI/AAAAAAAABfc/QGBG3eGj8ow/s320/DSC01899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364287582182575506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHICKI1tFI/AAAAAAAABfk/cUf8KYem61E/s1600-h/DSC01900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHICKI1tFI/AAAAAAAABfk/cUf8KYem61E/s320/DSC01900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364288570581693522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHIqi7vEmI/AAAAAAAABfs/7MfsHSI4U30/s1600-h/DSC01901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHIqi7vEmI/AAAAAAAABfs/7MfsHSI4U30/s320/DSC01901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364289264432386658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Strawberry&lt;/span&gt; Overloaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So as you can see, there are no butterflies and bees. Well, the fact is we didn't visit both of the farms because limited time we had. But we did went to their Pasar and grabbed a lot of stuffs. In KL, I don't go pasar to buy vegetables, but I did it in Cameron. I felt all grown up already when I'm walking around there trying to negotiate. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHK5UtKoeI/AAAAAAAABf8/I8070U7EpYs/s1600-h/DSC01888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHK5UtKoeI/AAAAAAAABf8/I8070U7EpYs/s320/DSC01888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364291717334475234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My favourite sourvenir (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; got addicted into buying flowers for me because it's super cheap. Whenever he saw flowers stalls, he will go "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Bi, you want flowers? Go buy more la. I buy for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" So baby, let's celebrate our Valentine/Anniversary in Cameron? So you can buy as much as you like, what do you think? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's about my Cameron Highlands trip and we're back to the brutal reality. I don't miss HELP, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHA2szwc8I/AAAAAAAABeE/Az4ZiszCoMQ/s1600-h/6534_112640850987_594985987_2698237_2890614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHA2szwc8I/AAAAAAAABeE/Az4ZiszCoMQ/s320/6534_112640850987_594985987_2698237_2890614_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364280677148685250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now you see me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHAzirsz2I/AAAAAAAABd8/njZHmnRbmsw/s1600-h/6534_112640845987_594985987_2698236_584396_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SnHAzirsz2I/AAAAAAAABd8/njZHmnRbmsw/s320/6534_112640845987_594985987_2698236_584396_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364280622890930018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now you don't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nighty Night &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xOxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: You might be wondering what's wrong with my font. I don't know either and I'm lazy to do anything about it, so bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-7334352936857621658?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-strawberries-and-roses-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sm3ZWouJg1I/AAAAAAAABc8/xM6jajrQLJk/s72-c/DSC01874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3041903030281907887</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 08:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-27T01:36:58.955-07:00</atom:updated><title>Of roses and strawberries</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back from Cameron Highland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love with roses and strawberries (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update about it soon.&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/1732144068212594229-3041903030281907887?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-roses-and-strawberries.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-502904684682416056</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-23T03:35:02.106-07:00</atom:updated><title>You make me feel alive</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What do you do when you're bored? You jump off a cliff? Or you bang your head on the wall and count how many times it takes for you to bleed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghh. I just hope I could fall asleep instantly and it'll be morning when I open my eyes and then.. karaoke session!! It's been awhile baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'll prefer a smaller group of people for karaoke, say 2 person? Lol. So that I don't have to wait for my turn, wondering whether I should give up the remote control yet or for my turn to grab the mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, it's raining suddenly and I have to off the computer right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean for this post to be so short and pointless, but what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&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/1732144068212594229-502904684682416056?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-make-me-feel-alive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-176248705586557659</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-20T10:11:36.703-07:00</atom:updated><title>Was There Something I Didn't Say? When I didn't say I Love You?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be all that you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me make up for what happened in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utada Hikaru - Come Back To Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry, I just need to get this song out of my head.  It's been repeating itself in my Media Player for awhile now. Loving it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came across 90's songs from YouTube and they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S.U.P.E.R.B  A.W.E.S.O.M.E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Westlife, 98 Degree, BSB, 5ive, N'Sync, O-Town, TLC, Britney Spears????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear 90's music is the best. Currently the music are not even close to their standard. Yeah, we have pretty good music around but no one can beat the 90's (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I used to be in love with Westlife, Britney Spears and O-Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my dad bought me a magazine called Lime with O-Town on the cover, and I treated it like my baby and read their interview every single days. I listened to Westlife's Westlife and Britney Spears's Baby One More Time almost everyday. I have countless of favourite songs and at that time when we're writing our Biodata (it was like a trend to have a nice notebook and passed it around to friends for them to write their biodata), the favourite songs part will be longest. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't get those Oh-I'm-so-in-love feelings anymore. I just listen and appreciate the music. Okay, maybe Nelly Furtado, Gwen Stefani and Lady Gaga are exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the boybands? It used to be a trend then, but what about now? What we got now are more Flo Ridas and Lil Waynes. How can Akon be compare to Ashley Parker Angel. Pffffft. Remember Liquid Dreams and All or Nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, how much I miss those music (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-176248705586557659?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-there-something-i-didnt-say-when-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5624066048958323832</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-18T07:58:24.280-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday To Bitch</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TIFFANY LEE KIT YEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope you had a great one this year. Well, I guess judging from what you wrote, you did have a great party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are the one who always have been there for me and wouldn't even hesitate a moment when I need you. Sometimes I feel bad because I am not doing the same thing to you, but if you know, I do care about you alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We annoy the shit out of each other, I always called her 'Gatal' and she always called me fat, but that's how we roll (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmHgz9L3YqI/AAAAAAAABZM/pT7Eij0H0G8/s1600-h/DSC00373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmHgz9L3YqI/AAAAAAAABZM/pT7Eij0H0G8/s320/DSC00373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359812214749880994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;HAHA. This picture is SUPER LAME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanna say happy birthday again, and I will miss you like crazy when you fly over  to Australia next year. Wtf, and I am talking about it already, but still, love ya (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmHiFGJS9yI/AAAAAAAABZU/7r7dcV9WMEQ/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmHiFGJS9yI/AAAAAAAABZU/7r7dcV9WMEQ/s320/DSC00366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359813608724428578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-5624066048958323832?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-bitch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmHgz9L3YqI/AAAAAAAABZM/pT7Eij0H0G8/s72-c/DSC00373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2525134388918892852</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 11:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T05:34:41.727-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Oh So Sweet Holiday</title><description>Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O God. Damn freaking lazy to blog nowadays. No, I am not that busy. But I've been in and out. Mum's started to nag already, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday also go out! Everyday don't eat dinner at home!&lt;/span&gt;" So I promised her I'll be a good girl this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I've been enjoying my holidays and life has never been better. Go out, work, watch drama series at home and party. PRODUCTIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The significant events recently are Girls Night Out/Jas &amp;amp; Tiff's Birthday Celebration with Jasmine, Doris, Tiffany and Sarinder, Chiu Foong's 21st birthday party &amp;amp; Our 5th anniversay! *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squeals&lt;/span&gt;* FIFTH year and we're still going strong. Psst, i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;you baby (: Upcoming event, Bitch's 21st birthday party, Cameron Highlands and perhaps.. more parties? *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big grins&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll post up about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls Night Out on 4th July, Delicious Jalan Ampang, Pavillion &amp;amp; Zouk/Barsonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started with Tiffany picking me up and we waited at Jas's place for Jas and Doris, for their What To Wear session and headed off to Delicious for dinner. Wait, it's around 8+ close to 9 already. Maybe it's consider as supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why that night I have this urge to camwhore. Until they got bored of me and groans "Here she goes again." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girls of the night are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsgj-p3TsI/AAAAAAAABXc/_evy3yYEG8o/s1600-h/5536_201957960153_815775153_7781716_8236275_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsgj-p3TsI/AAAAAAAABXc/_evy3yYEG8o/s320/5536_201957960153_815775153_7781716_8236275_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357911984173436610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doris, the driver and our GPS. What will we do without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsgmvb-6OI/AAAAAAAABXk/mL0zenFS0ZI/s1600-h/5536_201957965153_815775153_7781717_1201542_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsgmvb-6OI/AAAAAAAABXk/mL0zenFS0ZI/s320/5536_201957965153_815775153_7781717_1201542_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357912031628290274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarinder, the sexy Bangla dancer (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsgvl3V9tI/AAAAAAAABXs/a6n--fIKij8/s1600-h/5536_201957975153_815775153_7781718_1000328_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsgvl3V9tI/AAAAAAAABXs/a6n--fIKij8/s320/5536_201957975153_815775153_7781718_1000328_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357912183677515474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiffany, the sweet-and-not-so-innocent girl. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsg8XZPzKI/AAAAAAAABX0/G_aI32KNjJY/s1600-h/5536_201957980153_815775153_7781719_383959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsg8XZPzKI/AAAAAAAABX0/G_aI32KNjJY/s320/5536_201957980153_815775153_7781719_383959_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357912403131485346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The party craze girl. I am not exaggerating about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlshIOzjJ8I/AAAAAAAABX8/9Uckk_FFGGk/s1600-h/5536_201957990153_815775153_7781721_991382_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlshIOzjJ8I/AAAAAAAABX8/9Uckk_FFGGk/s320/5536_201957990153_815775153_7781721_991382_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357912606984316866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yours sincerely (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlshS5QU07I/AAAAAAAABYE/l3HiiCZO-qs/s1600-h/5536_201961460153_815775153_7781822_4399025_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlshS5QU07I/AAAAAAAABYE/l3HiiCZO-qs/s320/5536_201961460153_815775153_7781822_4399025_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357912790177993650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlshdKTNVFI/AAAAAAAABYM/fZ43HBdjpsY/s1600-h/DSC01820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlshdKTNVFI/AAAAAAAABYM/fZ43HBdjpsY/s320/DSC01820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357912966552179794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ze Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The food's alright, but I am not the cheese girl. So yeah. I prefer Japanese foods actually. O god, those sashimis, the sushis, the... Okay, let's not get carry away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we drove around, and finally settled down to have a drink in Pavillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the Pavillion entrance aimlessly, not knowing where to go and we saw them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlsiawOk3ZI/AAAAAAAABYU/pDIkN3PRyM8/s1600-h/DSC01817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlsiawOk3ZI/AAAAAAAABYU/pDIkN3PRyM8/s320/DSC01817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357914024705318290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are wearing these bizarre costumes and this one has a bling up gun on his head! Haha, how.. special. I don't what's the occassion and there were shit loads of people so Doris and me (only the ones feeling enthutiastic about taking pictures with them) only got to take picture with him. There's another one who wore these which looks like crazy killer 5 inch heels and he's a GUY. People were surronding them, taking pictures with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, what's funny is, after we took picture with this guy, a group of Arab guys came up to us, and said "Can we take pictures with you guys?" -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, do we looked like we're in a costume? Haha, but I guess they just want to take some pictures with the local Malaysian Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on, so we were debating about where to go, and finally after much want-or-not, we decided to head off to Zouk since Jas is the member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there, wanted to try Phuture, but wow, the rows and rows of people! We didn't want to wait so we decided to try Zouk/Barsonic for Tiffany and Doris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the good news is they didnt check our ID, but the bad news, they checked out temperature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were crazy at first, but Jas after three times of checking, drinking syrup and putting ice on her forehead, finally got through. See, when I described her as party craze, it is not an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlskjcjtvpI/AAAAAAAABYc/Y967scDw19I/s1600-h/5536_201961505153_815775153_7781831_6056426_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlskjcjtvpI/AAAAAAAABYc/Y967scDw19I/s320/5536_201961505153_815775153_7781831_6056426_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357916373067349650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlskrpTpZzI/AAAAAAAABYk/TJd1aPwV88A/s1600-h/5536_201961510153_815775153_7781832_5260859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlskrpTpZzI/AAAAAAAABYk/TJd1aPwV88A/s320/5536_201961510153_815775153_7781832_5260859_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357916513928570674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsk2Q7E-iI/AAAAAAAABYs/ET4wBmnrc9g/s1600-h/5536_201963310153_815775153_7781851_1661876_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsk2Q7E-iI/AAAAAAAABYs/ET4wBmnrc9g/s320/5536_201963310153_815775153_7781851_1661876_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357916696361630242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsk8lxh-ZI/AAAAAAAABY0/wt-27ylVKdg/s1600-h/5536_201963355153_815775153_7781857_7778614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsk8lxh-ZI/AAAAAAAABY0/wt-27ylVKdg/s320/5536_201963355153_815775153_7781857_7778614_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357916805037947282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlslDKu-8YI/AAAAAAAABY8/PsU2TBleN7s/s1600-h/5536_201963365153_815775153_7781859_3892182_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlslDKu-8YI/AAAAAAAABY8/PsU2TBleN7s/s320/5536_201963365153_815775153_7781859_3892182_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357916918038589826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went in.. and came out one hour later. Why? Because the music was dead boring, that we couldn't stand it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went yumcha in Steven Corner's and God, I don't know what's wrong with people nowadays but they kept staring! Urgh. It gave me goosebumps, and it's not a pleasant feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from those shits, I had a great night (: Girls, I manyak lurb y'all *smooches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7/7. Our anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been 5 years, and still sometimes, I felt like I'm dreaming and wonder how did we get through these 5 years. But the thing is, we did, and I love you even more Baby (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlsnIMMvtMI/AAAAAAAABZE/BRZfb1VP-k4/s1600-h/DSC01809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SlsnIMMvtMI/AAAAAAAABZE/BRZfb1VP-k4/s320/DSC01809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357919203354457282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku sayangkan kau (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till then, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xOxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-2525134388918892852?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-oh-so-sweet-holiday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Slsgj-p3TsI/AAAAAAAABXc/_evy3yYEG8o/s72-c/5536_201957960153_815775153_7781716_8236275_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2120851633093046101</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-03T12:57:15.624-07:00</atom:updated><title>MacD, I need you</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I wrote "URGH, so much to blog, so little time." Ironic because I am damn lazy to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shit loads of pictures from Redang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just that, it was sooo long ago already that I've forgotten what I wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always talking but not doing it. SOOOO me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am having my holiday now till end of July. Like, finally. I haven't have a proper holiday since I don't know when! See, I totally deserve this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing, I do not have a single idea why, holiday always seem to never fail to unleash the shopaholic in me. When I'm bored, I'll feel sad, then I'll browse through online blogshops, and I'll start spending. I think this must be a girl thing. That's why guys couldn't understand, because MrTan's complaining =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I have to say this, but July is like one of my Month of Getting Arse Broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays. AGAIN. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; Birthday&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a bad thing thou but why? Why do you guys have to attack me on the same month? Why? *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talks in a melodramtic way&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I hope you guys are happy *bitchy look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh, KIDDING LA people. Don't throw me cock stares already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, since it's already 3.53am, will be going to having dinner with girls at Delicious, and god knows what we'll do after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tried to blog about it and be as efficient as Doris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning people. Rise and shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-2120851633093046101?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/macd-i-need-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-9006515324855825359</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-17T11:22:09.895-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Robby</title><description>I. Am. Fugging. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are not over yet cause I am still left with that )*&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;*)%^&amp;amp; MGT. Damn, I HATE that subject and HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with my DoDo today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was damn random today which taken me by surprise because she was NEVER this random. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally text-ed her the second time to double confirm that we are going shopping today *blush* Sorry la, Do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like two lost souls hanging around Sg Wang and Timesquare today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ei, are we on the right track? This way right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Do, we should do this more often okay? I effing love today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWAY, I am damn pissed off and emo now. I was dl-ing half way the draft of Midnight Sun when this *takes a deep breathe* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; of mine choose that time to *takes a deep breathe* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fug&lt;/span&gt; up. And NOW, I can't even dl anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if MGT didn't annoy me enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I better start blogging about something else unless you want me to continue yapping away talking about how emo I am. Hmph. Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have lots of cousins getting marry soon. Like, seriously. They just choose to get marry at the same time. It's a good news for me. Because.... I can shop for new dresses! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I just attended my cousin sister's wedding and that was my first time meeting the bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SjkxTQ-xIjI/AAAAAAAABXE/AYNYj2avjHY/s1600-h/DSC01790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SjkxTQ-xIjI/AAAAAAAABXE/AYNYj2avjHY/s320/DSC01790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348360239524684338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bridegroom and the blushing bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sjkxf8VvNJI/AAAAAAAABXM/S4NMpyQzx7c/s1600-h/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sjkxf8VvNJI/AAAAAAAABXM/S4NMpyQzx7c/s320/DSC01792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348360457322181778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bride's mummy. My aunty =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SjkxsEliNcI/AAAAAAAABXU/BwVppagRHzc/s1600-h/DSC01793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SjkxsEliNcI/AAAAAAAABXU/BwVppagRHzc/s320/DSC01793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348360665694352834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bride's lil sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all look alike don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SjkxLfPCgTI/AAAAAAAABW8/kdmorrJwVuI/s1600-h/DSC01782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SjkxLfPCgTI/AAAAAAAABW8/kdmorrJwVuI/s320/DSC01782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348360105912074546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bride's cousin sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAHA. Lame, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I got to go sleep now and wallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: ROBERT PATTINSON IS FUGGING HOT. I just watched the trailer of New Moon. And the wolfgang, *wipes sweat* HOT HOT HOT. I can't wait for it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-9006515324855825359?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-robby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SjkxTQ-xIjI/AAAAAAAABXE/AYNYj2avjHY/s72-c/DSC01790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-9004095450110153599</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-04T07:47:57.475-07:00</atom:updated><title>IN ZE WAR</title><description>This is SO not cool to neglect my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have been MIA in the cyber world for days already cause my computer was sent to repair shop to be fixed. I don't know how many times I reformat my computer dy. Okay, calm down people, it's not because I watched porn. No, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I've been pretty busy with my finals recently. Lots of work to be done. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog about Redang soon. With lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, some other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH, so much to blog, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop now to go bury myself in Corporate Accounting and FIN 203.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, xOxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-9004095450110153599?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-ze-war.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5595079667061519238</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-25T09:46:36.497-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I can't sleep now, and it pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just wanna close my eyes and land myself in dreamland, just like what I've been doing for the past two nights. How I wish I will never wake up from those dreams *snorts* Reality IS brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I am in those bad mood zone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you sooo wanted to tell someone some things but you just can't seems to find the right words, or you're thinking, "What's the point anyway?" You know that you have to get it off your chest but you just can't. The feelings are so horrible, until I have to keep myself entertain by watching Hannah Montana in YouTube. Can you believe it?? HANNAH MONTANA. And I hated Miley Cyrus. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to let myself have a good sleep tonight, I better do it right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO CALL? OR YOU FORGOT MY NUMBER OR YOU JUST FORGOT HOW TO DIAL IT? I HAVE TO KEEP UP WITH YOUR BAD MOOD, SO THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS CALL! I KNOW THAT EVERYTIME I DID SOMETHING WRONG OR I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT ANY LONGER WHAT I DO IS FUCKING CALL. NOT SENT A FUCKING MSG IN FACEBOOK AND SAY I AM OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loss of words again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to Hannah Montana&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/1732144068212594229-5595079667061519238?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-sleep-now-and-it-pisses-me-off.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-4483895275622753213</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T09:44:27.885-07:00</atom:updated><title>SHOO Flu</title><description>I Don't Believe It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I got running nose again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days before my Redang trip and this??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Urgh, I am popping up medicine 3 times per day now and pray I would get better before my Redang trip. Imagine, I have to blow my stuffy nose every few seconds when we go for snorkelling. Of course, I won't be able to bring along tissue with me, so I just have to clean it with the sea water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;EWWWWWWW. So gross! And for the record, I don't want to do that okay? Well, if I have to, you can't blame me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE EWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for the sea, the amazing and beautiful sea creatures and those human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's skip the topic and stop getting carried away talking about how gross I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking just now, what type of people you would hate the most? Those who are selfish? Hypocrite? Or Backstabber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. I guess all of us wouldn't like any bad type of people right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But on the second thought, aren't we one of them too? We do have our flaws right. Eventhough he/she is our best friend, there's always be something we don't like about them. But, it's our decision to bitch or not bitch about them. We do have some kind of control over these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I really hate conflicts. I don't like arguement. I don't like it if me and my best friends are not talking to each other. I don't like it if me and my boyfriend stop talking for days. It kills me. Even so, sometimes I don't like to make the first move. Not that we always have arguements. But then, I would be thinking, "Why I have to make the first move? Who she thinks she is? I don't think it's all my fault. She's the one yada yada." I know right, so pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I don't think from both sides, or tried to set aside my anger and just try to solve things. I mean, it doesn't means you are at fault if you make the first move. It just proves that you care about the relationship enough to try to solve it. I am not saying that the other side does not care, they do care. But it takes two right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, I HATE it when my boyfriend stop talking to me for days. When I say days it could be 5 days, with the reason 'give us time to chill.' Er, hello?? If you don't talk, are we going to get any better? He used to do that alot previous time when we are practically arguing everyday. One tiny problem, he can dragged on for few days. I hated it. I hate that period so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that period, I kept pointing out his flaws and gave myself alot of reasons to not make the first move, until at one point where I grew very tired of arguing. He sucks out alot of energy from me, and I really hated how our relationship has changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tried to change. And so far, things are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, don't do that to me everytime we argue again okay baby?? Let's make it for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't get me wrong, we did not argue. Things are good now, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna tell some grandmother stories over here. Sorry if you feel bored la okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here then before you guys start to shout at me "OMG. Are you done ALREADY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty Night &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xOxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-4483895275622753213?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoo-flu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-1848102418289473259</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 14:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T10:10:57.627-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Mother's Day</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all the Lovely Mommies Around the World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, today is the day we could show more appreciation to our Mummies. Even though we didn't do much today, but I just want you to know, Mum, you're will always be the most important and significant person in my life. I do not need to lose you only to realize you're important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything. Thank you for giving birth to me. Thank you for raising us by showering us with all the love you can give. Thank you for being patience with us, with all our ridiculous requests and bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the words that I've said to you that I wish I could take it back. Sorry for all the times where you have to stay up late at night to check whether I am safely home. Sorry for losing temper on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, I love you very much. Thank you for everything. Happy Mummy Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;EHMYGAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate Accounting is giving me headaches man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, the lecturer is OKAY. She's not boring at all. What she'll do in classes is she always makes us think before she gives any answers. But then, she always assume that we knew everything already and we understand every single ABCD that she taught in class. She will be like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay class, yada yada. Understand? Am I going too fast? I am? Yada Yada. Okay class if you don't understand I can't do anything. I don't have much time to teach you from basic.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do understand what she taught in class. But everytime she gave us exercises in class, sometimes my mind just go blank. Hmph. Guess I need to real work hard on this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to self&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Have To Score This Semester. I Have To Score This Semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, MrTan just moved into his new house today. Finally, he has a place to stay already. And once again, I did something pretty embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were suppose to pray using joss sticks. And this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: How many sticks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MrTan: 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Owh okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up, I put all 11 sticks before one shrine when there are 3 shrines and I am suppose to put 3-3-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jy: Ei, why you put all in this one? Not suppose to be 3 only mer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Ha? I don't know. Chee Wai told me 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jy: Nolar dumb. Only put 3 here. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-_________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Worse of all, MrTan's brother and aunties are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am tunning out now. My Bitch is coming back soon from China, and I do miss her during these 12 days because no one annoys the shit out of me more than her. Wait, apart from VL I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going Redang soon in another 4 more days! I am SOOOO excited! My cousin sister just came back from Redang and she said it's ulber fun *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jumping around&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xOxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I’m so 3008&lt;br /&gt;You so 2000 and late&lt;br /&gt;I got that boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;That future boom boom boom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BEP - Boom Boom Pow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This song is stuck in my head for the whole day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-1848102418289473259?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-981638116794512143</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 07:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T04:42:20.466-07:00</atom:updated><title>Coming Soon scares the shit out of me</title><description>I nearly cried yesterday when I was watching I Propose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This guy bought his girl for sky diving, planning a propose without the girl knowing it. He jumped and she jumped, yada yada. And that guy caught that girl when she landed, and he proposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWW. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sniff&lt;/span&gt;* I hope someone propose to me like that. I mean, not propose in the same way, but at least, I can feel the effort he's making and how much he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 3 most beautiful and memorable moments in a woman's life are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the guy propose to her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When she's the bride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When she's carrying her beloved child&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If my guy will propose to me unexpectedly and in a .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;*snap myself back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl can dream okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, the sleepover is a B-L-A-S-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You girls, you know I love y'all. And we better meet up again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures all in FB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SfwtA-MEvZI/AAAAAAAABWs/yqjv2MOo_D4/s1600-h/3089_165330720153_815775153_6848482_6873251_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SfwtA-MEvZI/AAAAAAAABWs/yqjv2MOo_D4/s320/3089_165330720153_815775153_6848482_6873251_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331185553616715154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SfwtKF5BhQI/AAAAAAAABW0/_T8fF_TRNO0/s1600-h/DSC01094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SfwtKF5BhQI/AAAAAAAABW0/_T8fF_TRNO0/s320/DSC01094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331185710303118594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang you girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am very much in love with Crocs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch is going to help me get &lt;a href="http://shop.crocs.com/images/product/medium/33_1_black.jpg"&gt;Prima&lt;/a&gt;. If she can't get it in China too, I think I will be getting &lt;a href="http://shop.crocs.com/images/product/medium/825_1_black.jpg"&gt;Malindi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O btw, I watched Coming Soon last night with MrTan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3422/3313808492_02173bd07b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 413px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3422/3313808492_02173bd07b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole show, he kept saying, "Wanna watch, but wanna close your eyes also, watch for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna clarify that. I did peep through the holes between my fingers okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one part in this movie that set me stunned in my seat. I nearly pee-ed. Okay, I was just exaggerating about the pee-ing part. No, I'm really joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect the ghost will appear in that scene because normally they will prepare you with all those dum-dum kinda sound right. But, noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She appear out of nowhere, the girls seating at the back row was screaming, and I was stunned. I didn't react at all. I was stunned for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, it gives me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrr. I am not a horror movie people, but I enjoy the thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ghost movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid woman with the burnt face and raging clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the movie is OK. You should watch it if you're a fan of horror movie, or Shutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-981638116794512143?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/coming-soon-scares-shit-out-of-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SfwtA-MEvZI/AAAAAAAABWs/yqjv2MOo_D4/s72-c/3089_165330720153_815775153_6848482_6873251_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5533653551054395903</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 07:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-25T02:22:02.393-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sleepover!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am down with a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; flu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt;. Again. Just a minor one, but enough to spoil my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a few days ago, I was so over the moon about going shopping this weekend, until Cf called me and told me that our Redang trip budget is going up by another RM100+. This means that I have to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bye bye&lt;/span&gt; to my best friend, Miss Shopping. Okay, that is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entirely&lt;/span&gt; true, I am going to let go of some stuffs I am planning to get. It's bad enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O btw, our Redang trip is confirmed! Me, MrTan, Cf and Doh will be going together on 15th May! Thanks to my darling Cf who settled everything for this trip. We'll be staying in Pelangi Resort for 2 nights and 1 night at Berjaya Spa Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I am going to enjoy this trip to the max cause I sacrifice my shopping for this okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after much thoughts, I am thinking of letting go of this tunic top from Topshop,high waisted pant and black flip flops. That left me with Crocs Prima (cotton candy) , high waisted skirt, spaghetti straps top, and this beach top I saw in Timesquare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, I might be cutting down more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I hate it when I don't have enough cash to spend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of emo stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight's ZeMei 21st party at her place, and after that, me and my girls will be having a second round. Sleepoverrrr at Jasmine's place!!!! Finally women, we are having our own sleepover. Lots of gossips, junk foods, camwhores, and of course horror flicks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is pretty particular of me sleeping over at other people's place. It took a little persuasion to convince him to let me go for this sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dad, can I go to Jasmine's place for a sleepover on Sat? Nobody will be home on that day. So she asked us to accompany her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nobody's home?? So dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't worry la dad. There'll be four of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Why only girls? Girl, don't want la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dad! of course only girls la. You want boys also?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So is it okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Okay, you only go if there's more people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dad! We are only asking the close friends! You want me sleep with strangers also?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So is it a yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yay! It's a yes! Thanks dad &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*walks off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See. My dad is really that particular. But then, he is not like that when I say I am going for a trip. Well, at least not anymore. Weird kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go take bath and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Currently, very much in love with Starbucks' Chocolate Cream Chip (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-5533653551054395903?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleepover.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-4593017132149573177</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 06:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-13T02:15:59.397-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Know That We're Perfect Together</title><description>Hello Humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back aches now and I feel fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, that was random. I am not going to write a whole post of why I think I'm fat. Don't worry. This post has none whatsoever thingy related to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went Port Dickson last weekends and it was.......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. I know you all are thinking, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PD? Ew. So boring.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, there aren't much things to do there, but it's not a matter of where, but with who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MrTan&lt;/span&gt; for a 2days trip (: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pssst. I am missing the trip already,baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MrTan picked me up 9 in the morning, and we went to Seremban to have breakfast at the Yi Po Lou Shu Fan Restaurant. A small bowl only costs us RM3 and I am like super full already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLeNLWbYfI/AAAAAAAABTA/lndJJXy4CSk/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLeNLWbYfI/AAAAAAAABTA/lndJJXy4CSk/s320/DSC01567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324062027471872498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLedVpoqAI/AAAAAAAABTI/2Np8x9s_09g/s1600-h/DSC01570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLedVpoqAI/AAAAAAAABTI/2Np8x9s_09g/s320/DSC01570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324062305114695682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Passenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLfHXleoaI/AAAAAAAABTQ/0ZorsnQWTSs/s1600-h/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLfHXleoaI/AAAAAAAABTQ/0ZorsnQWTSs/s320/DSC01574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324063027188638114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later on, Baby took around his Seremban town for sight seeing. There aren't much to see, but you know, he was showing me where his high school was, where he normally hung out with his friends etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After having a second round breakfast of dim sum with his eldest sister and her friend, we headed off to PD. Let me clear this off, we DID not eat much. Maybe one or two pieces only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went down to PD and stayed at this new developed place (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;), called Duta Hacienta. The room are great and everything, but... I'll explain it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed and went down to the beach. Yay~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLfzmluURI/AAAAAAAABTY/KZgeIjVpc1g/s1600-h/DSC01577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLfzmluURI/AAAAAAAABTY/KZgeIjVpc1g/s320/DSC01577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324063787130442002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breeze is in our hair (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLgMZquPOI/AAAAAAAABTg/NH3O-YTep2o/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLgMZquPOI/AAAAAAAABTg/NH3O-YTep2o/s320/DSC01580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324064213158477026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hold my hands, and I'll follow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLglo7bSpI/AAAAAAAABTo/QRe6ffyCuA4/s1600-h/DSC01584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLglo7bSpI/AAAAAAAABTo/QRe6ffyCuA4/s320/DSC01584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324064646751799954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLg-hCcdRI/AAAAAAAABTw/xVX0gOpTezw/s1600-h/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLg-hCcdRI/AAAAAAAABTw/xVX0gOpTezw/s320/DSC01587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324065074130482450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLhegajqBI/AAAAAAAABT4/svQikRf0duU/s1600-h/DSC01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLhegajqBI/AAAAAAAABT4/svQikRf0duU/s320/DSC01591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324065623718995986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLhrNx2p5I/AAAAAAAABUA/t01Xi6eI2gI/s1600-h/DSC01593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLhrNx2p5I/AAAAAAAABUA/t01Xi6eI2gI/s320/DSC01593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324065842054735762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me likey this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLu7H2QyoI/AAAAAAAABWc/cPT8DIjJojY/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLu7H2QyoI/AAAAAAAABWc/cPT8DIjJojY/s320/DSC01589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324080408991681154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLiDNX9w_I/AAAAAAAABUI/yGv0uzhGOOM/s1600-h/DSC01594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLiDNX9w_I/AAAAAAAABUI/yGv0uzhGOOM/s320/DSC01594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324066254263010290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Love You Too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLjBUSBN8I/AAAAAAAABUQ/MdOgJWQ34i4/s1600-h/DSC01595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLjBUSBN8I/AAAAAAAABUQ/MdOgJWQ34i4/s320/DSC01595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324067321269008322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeL1ugHHi6I/AAAAAAAABWk/_QStUzM7L9Q/s1600-h/DSC01596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeL1ugHHi6I/AAAAAAAABWk/_QStUzM7L9Q/s320/DSC01596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324087888747924386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh, the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLkghPpvgI/AAAAAAAABUg/2hYYVfkmnXI/s1600-h/DSC01599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLkghPpvgI/AAAAAAAABUg/2hYYVfkmnXI/s320/DSC01599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324068956836314626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLkrjLOWaI/AAAAAAAABUs/IENsrcL93jU/s1600-h/DSC01609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLkrjLOWaI/AAAAAAAABUs/IENsrcL93jU/s320/DSC01609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324069146333174178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLpYPP8-BI/AAAAAAAABU8/3By388lSAW8/s1600-h/DSC01617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLpYPP8-BI/AAAAAAAABU8/3By388lSAW8/s320/DSC01617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324074312124921874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLukCjCrNI/AAAAAAAABWU/gXz8CUd_Pho/s1600-h/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLukCjCrNI/AAAAAAAABWU/gXz8CUd_Pho/s320/DSC01616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324080012431895762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLq7NsivJI/AAAAAAAABVM/aef6JVgGjMk/s1600-h/DSC01612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLq7NsivJI/AAAAAAAABVM/aef6JVgGjMk/s320/DSC01612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324076012515015826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying his coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLr_KmUjuI/AAAAAAAABVc/k9--u45NVe8/s1600-h/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLr_KmUjuI/AAAAAAAABVc/k9--u45NVe8/s320/DSC01620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324077179914718946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At night, we just stayed in our room, eating snacks and watching shows on the TV because Baby was quite tired. It was a long day after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at around 12+, he felt asleep and I was widely awake and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I've changed my mind. I am not going to explain here what happened. Let's just say..... it's kinda creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early the next day for breakfast and we went for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLsI5Ti2sI/AAAAAAAABVk/YCyCgl6x6Zc/s1600-h/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLsI5Ti2sI/AAAAAAAABVk/YCyCgl6x6Zc/s320/DSC01621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324077347071253186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLswJ1HICI/AAAAAAAABVs/nRb-j8aK0qk/s1600-h/DSC01627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLswJ1HICI/AAAAAAAABVs/nRb-j8aK0qk/s320/DSC01627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324078021521907746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so happy I got this! I played with it the whole day, even in the car and Baby said I am like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLtdMkkfZI/AAAAAAAABV8/xKT5NbHhaLE/s1600-h/DSC01632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLtdMkkfZI/AAAAAAAABV8/xKT5NbHhaLE/s320/DSC01632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324078795351948690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O yeah?? Look who's talking. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLs7TKVE6I/AAAAAAAABV0/HoX7EZAtChc/s1600-h/DSC01630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLs7TKVE6I/AAAAAAAABV0/HoX7EZAtChc/s320/DSC01630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324078213005382562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLto7uhXmI/AAAAAAAABWE/Oq7QtP_QR9E/s1600-h/DSC01643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLto7uhXmI/AAAAAAAABWE/Oq7QtP_QR9E/s320/DSC01643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324078996988714594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLuW9dGJFI/AAAAAAAABWM/GOSw5eI97vA/s1600-h/DSC01644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLuW9dGJFI/AAAAAAAABWM/GOSw5eI97vA/s320/DSC01644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324079787726480466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kisses (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We left PD around 12+ and headed back to Seremban for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to his home in Seremban, and it's very.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking embarrassed at first, but I think I rebuild my image after that. No harm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay what happened was I was sitting in his living room, while &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt; and his dad were outside moving some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suddenly, this dog his dad owned charged in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rightttt &lt;/span&gt;towards me, and I screamed in this high pitch voice like someone just took an axe and murdered Robert Pattinson in front of  me. Literally speaking. That was before I greeted his dad. What a fine way to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really embarrassed, but lucky, things were fine after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left his place, we went to Seremban Jusco to chill out with his high school mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to finally meet them after I've been with him for like what, 4 years +?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chilled out there until 6+ and we headed back to KL cause I was pretty worn out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the trip is just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to put them in words, but baby, I am glad we had this trip. Just me and you. The way I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLmOzrwpoI/AAAAAAAABU0/3MCuOeUwm7M/s1600-h/DSC01611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLmOzrwpoI/AAAAAAAABU0/3MCuOeUwm7M/s320/DSC01611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324070851571656322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-4593017132149573177?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-that-were-perfect-together.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SeLeNLWbYfI/AAAAAAAABTA/lndJJXy4CSk/s72-c/DSC01567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-8135247041244575181</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 08:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-10T01:54:27.352-07:00</atom:updated><title>HELP!!</title><description>I am selling off this amazing top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sd8F7gAdy8I/AAAAAAAABSw/XQ-Mneijlpo/s1600-h/DSCF1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sd8F7gAdy8I/AAAAAAAABSw/XQ-Mneijlpo/s320/DSCF1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322979804337523650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture credits to FelizDeModa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this top from  &lt;a href="http://felizmoda.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html"&gt;FelizDeModa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this top, but unfortunately, it doesn't fit me nicely at the shoulder part :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's made of thick cotton. Good quality. It does not include the belt as seen in pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go at RM35 (exclusive of postage) I got it at Rm 38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, selling off this pair of flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sd8HTH7DkzI/AAAAAAAABS4/TUc2dltI2iU/s1600-h/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sd8HTH7DkzI/AAAAAAAABS4/TUc2dltI2iU/s320/DSC01539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322981309700870962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just impulse buy. You know, one of those days and I regretted it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a good condition because I only worn this twice. Letting go at Rm 45 (not inclusive of postage). Bought it around Rm64-RM68. Couldn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested please email me, lizblue6@hotmail.com, or just text me if you have my number or just ask around for me, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-8135247041244575181?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/help.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (VeeYee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sd8F7gAdy8I/AAAAAAAABSw/XQ-Mneijlpo/s72-c/DSCF1541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>