<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:42:46.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close To Perfection ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a little bit more, and it'll be perfect</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-1273740810397541501</id><published>2009-12-18T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T07:21:50.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you care</title><content type='html'>Okay. so time flies by before we could even blink our eyes. I am 22 now. UNOFFICIALLY. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to wish y'all Happy Chinese New Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My holidays just ends and classes resume next week. My final second semester. Actually it should be my final semester, but I decided to extend another semester to make things easier. I'll only be doing graduation project during the final semester. SO PLENTY of time to find money for Bangkok and Club Med trip. Nyahahaha. *ahem* Of course, I might be doing internship cause that's what I am suppose to do. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Everything is so last minute this year! I did my CNY shopping at the very last minute! O well, I guess it doesn't make any difference because I shop every once in a while don't I? Note: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONCE IN A WHILE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/S4VCAi0L5TI/AAAAAAAABl0/gli23UdaD0g/s1600-h/DSC02139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/S4VCAi0L5TI/AAAAAAAABl0/gli23UdaD0g/s320/DSC02139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441828301860234546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;1st day of CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is how I look like now. In case you're wondering. I've gained weight and my hair is horrible now. I hope it will grows faster, urgh! One more month, I'll straighten them and dye them to become a blondie. I was just joking about the latter. But definitely changing the color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Alot had happened. I got a lot of Angpaus this year. Controlling my urge to use them for another shopping spree. A Nose heels I've been dying to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;March's coming, and lots of March babies. Hmph. Hole in my pocket again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;O btw, I've been getting this annoying call from a number, claiming that they are calling from CIMB, asking me to bank in RM1,000 in order to get dividend or something. It's obviously a scam, but they kept calling and I WAS SLEEPING at that time. So annoying. Note to self: Don't give out number in survey forms anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;CNY has not come to and end. Luck is pretty good =) This weekends will be full of activities. Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-1273740810397541501?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1273740810397541501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=1273740810397541501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1273740810397541501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1273740810397541501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-care.html' title='If you care'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/S4VCAi0L5TI/AAAAAAAABl0/gli23UdaD0g/s72-c/DSC02139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-7176440548825701122</id><published>2009-12-07T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:14:59.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sxz9o_nmUjI/AAAAAAAABik/ZWE-MPppqOU/s1600-h/DSC02089.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/Sxz9o_nmUjI/AAAAAAAABik/ZWE-MPppqOU/s320/DSC02089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412479732906611250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am officially 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mummy and daddy for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you all who celebrated with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the wishes. Thank you to those who remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Love Y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5th December 2009&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/Sx0BWLb1JwI/AAAAAAAABis/BFjFKPcAvlw/s1600-h/DSC02096.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/Sx0BWLb1JwI/AAAAAAAABis/BFjFKPcAvlw/s320/DSC02096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412483807707473666" 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/Sx0CU2kOT7I/AAAAAAAABi0/-UDrdQ2WKdU/s1600-h/SNC00075.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/Sx0CU2kOT7I/AAAAAAAABi0/-UDrdQ2WKdU/s320/SNC00075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412484884437290930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group of close friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0F4DypejI/AAAAAAAABjU/LUYie37o1Qo/s1600-h/14545_195184980987_594985987_3523455_7346900_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/Sx0F4DypejI/AAAAAAAABjU/LUYie37o1Qo/s320/14545_195184980987_594985987_3523455_7346900_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412488787817757234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Handmade birthday cake from Donna Mei. I love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0GTkTETgI/AAAAAAAABjk/8wcITdqeEtQ/s1600-h/14545_195184975987_594985987_3523454_3881644_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/Sx0GTkTETgI/AAAAAAAABjk/8wcITdqeEtQ/s320/14545_195184975987_594985987_3523454_3881644_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412489260400135682" 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/Sx0GxG1rgbI/AAAAAAAABjs/YlxkARh5WVg/s1600-h/SNC00079.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/Sx0GxG1rgbI/AAAAAAAABjs/YlxkARh5WVg/s320/SNC00079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412489767888322994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0HgPq1GVI/AAAAAAAABj8/nzUzVGk6ycw/s1600-h/14545_195184995987_594985987_3523458_3657101_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/Sx0HgPq1GVI/AAAAAAAABj8/nzUzVGk6ycw/s320/14545_195184995987_594985987_3523458_3657101_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412490577712585042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0JBzWW2BI/AAAAAAAABkM/oVTwQyFAgxE/s1600-h/DSC02081.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/Sx0JBzWW2BI/AAAAAAAABkM/oVTwQyFAgxE/s320/DSC02081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412492253737703442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0KV0h3FoI/AAAAAAAABkU/t_hcHtYTEr0/s1600-h/14545_195185130987_594985987_3523482_3585413_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/Sx0KV0h3FoI/AAAAAAAABkU/t_hcHtYTEr0/s320/14545_195185130987_594985987_3523482_3585413_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412493697163400834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We looked much closer compare to Doh don't we? We shared the same scarf and you're touching my butt. Haha. The Taufu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0K36vUTbI/AAAAAAAABkc/WWOXb3QXV9I/s1600-h/DSC02084.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/Sx0K36vUTbI/AAAAAAAABkc/WWOXb3QXV9I/s320/DSC02084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412494282946006450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0Lmt9JuKI/AAAAAAAABkk/Y4nuOhMhBa8/s1600-h/14545_195185060987_594985987_3523470_7270691_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/Sx0Lmt9JuKI/AAAAAAAABkk/Y4nuOhMhBa8/s320/14545_195185060987_594985987_3523470_7270691_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412495086968223906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam pat por&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0Lv0aPARI/AAAAAAAABks/tRVn7cDZtig/s1600-h/14545_195185065987_594985987_3523471_1847737_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/Sx0Lv0aPARI/AAAAAAAABks/tRVn7cDZtig/s320/14545_195185065987_594985987_3523471_1847737_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412495243319640338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bobo Gaga the Shortie. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0MDwLRiPI/AAAAAAAABk0/kjjzP7dvi2Y/s1600-h/14545_195185095987_594985987_3523477_7813222_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/Sx0MDwLRiPI/AAAAAAAABk0/kjjzP7dvi2Y/s320/14545_195185095987_594985987_3523477_7813222_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412495585780533490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bobo the Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0MOsa9jnI/AAAAAAAABk8/m26KUma_EPY/s1600-h/14545_195185110987_594985987_3523479_5660238_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/Sx0MOsa9jnI/AAAAAAAABk8/m26KUma_EPY/s320/14545_195185110987_594985987_3523479_5660238_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412495773751152242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ling The Devil 1 (This is the ONLY picture that your eyes don't gleam like a devil. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0Mpe-LYqI/AAAAAAAABlE/600kU76YMXY/s1600-h/SNC00102.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/Sx0Mpe-LYqI/AAAAAAAABlE/600kU76YMXY/s320/SNC00102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412496233997230754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michelle The Devil 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0NNT9bX8I/AAAAAAAABlM/eyi1PKxJacI/s1600-h/14545_195185115987_594985987_3523480_4390864_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/Sx0NNT9bX8I/AAAAAAAABlM/eyi1PKxJacI/s320/14545_195185115987_594985987_3523480_4390864_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412496849516584898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Donna Mei!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Souled Out, we went over to Breakers to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up, I was sober and Bitch was drunk. HAHA.&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/Sx0NpgskHiI/AAAAAAAABlU/1Rit3OJX7v8/s1600-h/DSC02094.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/Sx0NpgskHiI/AAAAAAAABlU/1Rit3OJX7v8/s320/DSC02094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412497333971852834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The brothers who came during our second round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0N8mz60xI/AAAAAAAABlc/W0mc_7-54m0/s1600-h/DSC02091.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/Sx0N8mz60xI/AAAAAAAABlc/W0mc_7-54m0/s320/DSC02091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412497662030828306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0OH4zhjLI/AAAAAAAABlk/FViMNXi4bwg/s1600-h/DSC02093.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/Sx0OH4zhjLI/AAAAAAAABlk/FViMNXi4bwg/s320/DSC02093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412497855839571122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6th December 2oo9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sx0O5pcD8DI/AAAAAAAABls/_E9BLSTYr1c/s1600-h/DSC02095.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/Sx0O5pcD8DI/AAAAAAAABls/_E9BLSTYr1c/s320/DSC02095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412498710708088882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Fav. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bi came over to meet my parents for the first time. No, actually is to meet my Dad for the first time. It was awkward at first. But I guess things are fine after that. After dinner, went back to my place to watch Red Cliff 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am officially an adult already. Can't believe it. I CAN GO INTO CASINO LEGALLY. Ha! will definitely go up Genting sometimes later to get a feel of the satisfaction. My friends even made comment like "Now only 21. After 3 more months I am already 22!" -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O btw, I mentioned about something major coming up right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flippityflip.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FLIPPITY FLIP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&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;br /&gt;It's a blogshop established by TiffanyKit, Emily and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, do support us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-7176440548825701122?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7176440548825701122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=7176440548825701122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7176440548825701122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7176440548825701122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-21.html' title='I am 21'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/Sxz9o_nmUjI/AAAAAAAABik/ZWE-MPppqOU/s72-c/DSC02089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-7619678354723977427</id><published>2009-11-29T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:06:51.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping therapy</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7619678354723977427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=7619678354723977427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7619678354723977427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7619678354723977427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/shopping-therapy.html' title='Shopping therapy'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2674450657481826307</id><published>2009-11-11T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T06:42:24.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby could you blow my heart up?</title><content type='html'>&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 fell 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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2674450657481826307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=2674450657481826307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2674450657481826307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2674450657481826307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-could-you-blow-my-heart-up.html' title='Baby could you blow my heart up?'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-851938865784514430</id><published>2009-10-19T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T06:42:46.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter comes and goes</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/851938865784514430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=851938865784514430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/851938865784514430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/851938865784514430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Winter comes and goes'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2501219238766495569</id><published>2009-10-12T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:25:25.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be looking out, night and day</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2501219238766495569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=2501219238766495569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2501219238766495569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2501219238766495569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-looking-out-night-and-day.html' title='I&apos;ll be looking out, night and day'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3904240075259764982</id><published>2009-10-02T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:31:52.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been talking in my sleep</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3904240075259764982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=3904240075259764982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3904240075259764982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3904240075259764982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-talking-in-my-sleep.html' title='I&apos;ve been talking in my sleep'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-636527758209121916</id><published>2009-09-09T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:05:09.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher, can I go to toilet?</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/636527758209121916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=636527758209121916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/636527758209121916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/636527758209121916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/teacher-can-i-go-to-toilet.html' title='Teacher, can I go to toilet?'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5122376940160439344</id><published>2009-08-26T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:57:43.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5122376940160439344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-1095166322927122674</id><published>2009-08-13T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:47:47.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch my Barreeee</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1095166322927122674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=1095166322927122674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1095166322927122674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1095166322927122674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/bam-i-felt-in-love-with-ashley-parker.html' title='Touch my Barreeee'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2366772153973687317</id><published>2009-08-04T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:09:18.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>你是我的眼</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2366772153973687317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=2366772153973687317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2366772153973687317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2366772153973687317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='你是我的眼'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-7334352936857621658</id><published>2009-07-27T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:58:13.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of roses and strawberries Part 2</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7334352936857621658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=7334352936857621658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7334352936857621658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7334352936857621658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-strawberries-and-roses-part-2.html' title='Of roses and strawberries Part 2'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3041903030281907887</id><published>2009-07-27T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:36:58.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of roses and strawberries</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3041903030281907887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=3041903030281907887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3041903030281907887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3041903030281907887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-roses-and-strawberries.html' title='Of roses and strawberries'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-502904684682416056</id><published>2009-07-22T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:35:02.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me feel alive</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/502904684682416056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=502904684682416056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/502904684682416056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/502904684682416056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-make-me-feel-alive.html' title='You make me feel alive'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-176248705586557659</id><published>2009-07-20T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:11:36.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was There Something I Didn't Say? When I didn't say I Love You?</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/176248705586557659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=176248705586557659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/176248705586557659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/176248705586557659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-there-something-i-didnt-say-when-i.html' title='Was There Something I Didn&apos;t Say? When I didn&apos;t say I Love You?'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5624066048958323832</id><published>2009-07-18T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:58:24.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Bitch</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5624066048958323832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=5624066048958323832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5624066048958323832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5624066048958323832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-bitch.html' title='Happy Birthday To Bitch'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2525134388918892852</id><published>2009-07-13T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:34:41.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oh So Sweet Holiday</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2525134388918892852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=2525134388918892852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2525134388918892852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2525134388918892852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-oh-so-sweet-holiday.html' title='My Oh So Sweet Holiday'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2120851633093046101</id><published>2009-07-03T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:57:15.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MacD, I need you</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2120851633093046101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=2120851633093046101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2120851633093046101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2120851633093046101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/macd-i-need-you.html' title='MacD, I need you'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-9006515324855825359</id><published>2009-06-17T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:22:09.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Robby</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9006515324855825359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=9006515324855825359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/9006515324855825359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/9006515324855825359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-robby.html' title='My Robby'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-9004095450110153599</id><published>2009-06-04T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:47:57.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN ZE WAR</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9004095450110153599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=9004095450110153599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/9004095450110153599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/9004095450110153599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-ze-war.html' title='IN ZE WAR'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5595079667061519238</id><published>2009-05-25T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:46:36.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5595079667061519238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=5595079667061519238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5595079667061519238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5595079667061519238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-sleep-now-and-it-pisses-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-4483895275622753213</id><published>2009-05-11T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:44:27.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOO Flu</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4483895275622753213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=4483895275622753213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4483895275622753213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4483895275622753213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoo-flu.html' title='SHOO Flu'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-1848102418289473259</id><published>2009-05-10T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:10:57.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1848102418289473259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=1848102418289473259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1848102418289473259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1848102418289473259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-981638116794512143</id><published>2009-05-01T00:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:42:20.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon scares the shit out of me</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/981638116794512143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=981638116794512143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/981638116794512143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/981638116794512143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/coming-soon-scares-shit-out-of-me.html' title='Coming Soon scares the shit out of me'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5533653551054395903</id><published>2009-04-25T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:22:02.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover!</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5533653551054395903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=5533653551054395903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5533653551054395903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5533653551054395903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover!'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-4593017132149573177</id><published>2009-04-12T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:15:59.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know That We're Perfect Together</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4593017132149573177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=4593017132149573177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4593017132149573177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4593017132149573177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-that-were-perfect-together.html' title='I Know That We&apos;re Perfect Together'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-8135247041244575181</id><published>2009-04-10T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:54:27.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8135247041244575181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=8135247041244575181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8135247041244575181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8135247041244575181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/help.html' title='HELP!!'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-6724705781938496254</id><published>2009-04-07T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T06:56:44.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap boots? NAH</title><content type='html'>Just a little something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oq3wXNCVmuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oq3wXNCVmuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is my kid..... I don't know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt disturbed after watching this video. I wonder, how many psychopathic out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so vain right. Never mind, screw it. This is my blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I am going to blog about me working for the Maxis F1 Event, in front of Lot10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first experience  of working outdoor + need to stand for 9 hours in cheap boots with high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER EVER work in cheap boots with high heel anymore. NEVER. This is my first and very last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it is damn FREAKING painful and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you look at those girls and think, "Man, their uniform so nice! I bet they pay them good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yeah, they pay damn good (to me, they underpaid us for this job)  but the price to pay is even higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the 1st day, my feet are so sore and hurts like mad and I STINK. Because of the humid weather la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not pretty at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I worked for only two days.&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/SdtSKlV6EOI/AAAAAAAABRw/uN3sUBVkjeg/s1600-h/DSC01551.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/SdtSKlV6EOI/AAAAAAAABRw/uN3sUBVkjeg/s320/DSC01551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321937726444540130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ma Bitch. Dumped me on my last day of work ):&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/SdtVCg8FnDI/AAAAAAAABSA/z-d28FniOZg/s1600-h/DSC01671.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/SdtVCg8FnDI/AAAAAAAABSA/z-d28FniOZg/s320/DSC01671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321940886358432818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummi. She can laugh the whole day for petty reasons. Worse part, she got me going with her.&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/SdtVIvlrLzI/AAAAAAAABSI/I8RHeIgUAxg/s1600-h/n584150232_2132632_535109.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/SdtVIvlrLzI/AAAAAAAABSI/I8RHeIgUAxg/s320/n584150232_2132632_535109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321940993370173234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxis Crew and on the very left is Dillllaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did took some pics with her but I don't have them with me. So I posted this up. It's GREAT to work with her again (: Fish Spa, darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SdtXkkrDVsI/AAAAAAAABSg/r9-4ecTQuyw/s1600-h/DSC01664.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/SdtXkkrDVsI/AAAAAAAABSg/r9-4ecTQuyw/s320/DSC01664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321943670499530434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KaiB, Yen Nei, Fish, Angeline, Me&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/SdtVV78VofI/AAAAAAAABSY/_U3WHxws2l0/s1600-h/DSC01675.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/SdtVV78VofI/AAAAAAAABSY/_U3WHxws2l0/s320/DSC01675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321941220024754674" 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/SdtVMZ5b_BI/AAAAAAAABSQ/fD978eL3rCs/s1600-h/n584150232_2132633_4142327.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/SdtVMZ5b_BI/AAAAAAAABSQ/fD978eL3rCs/s320/n584150232_2132633_4142327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321941056266959890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one hell of a friendly and chatty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SdtYOfs6rAI/AAAAAAAABSo/vTO9L50rFms/s1600-h/DSC00083.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/SdtYOfs6rAI/AAAAAAAABSo/vTO9L50rFms/s320/DSC00083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321944390719679490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was teased of my 'height' by the handyman =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We took alot of pictures actually. But I don't have them all with me. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the experience is fun. But that will be the very last time I'm going to work with these boots. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post damn selamba. I have the blogging mojo just now, but guess what, Ugly Betty is on air! Ciao people!&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/1732144068212594229-6724705781938496254?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6724705781938496254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=6724705781938496254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6724705781938496254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6724705781938496254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheap-boots-nah.html' title='Cheap boots? NAH'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SdtSKlV6EOI/AAAAAAAABRw/uN3sUBVkjeg/s72-c/DSC01551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5188248140422301126</id><published>2009-04-03T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:56:29.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn Out</title><content type='html'>I really do wanna blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pretty worn out after 2 assignments and 5 days of sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working tomorrow for the Maxis F1 Event with Bitch in front of Lot 10. Loveeee her so much for getting me this job, even though I'm only a replacement. They pay good money thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to work my arse off for Redang =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do come and visit you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update at the end of this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-5188248140422301126?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5188248140422301126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=5188248140422301126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5188248140422301126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5188248140422301126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/worn-out.html' title='Worn Out'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-4531264340533107553</id><published>2009-03-23T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:11:51.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Jump, I Jump</title><content type='html'>I did this "&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/a&gt;" quiz I got from &lt;a href="http://mymayling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Margaret's&lt;/a&gt; Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell, it's almost true and accurate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is so true. Except for the confidence part. I think this is where the word ALMOST comes in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;1.You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;2.You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;3.You strictly follow rules, and you expect other people to be the same as well. People can get tired of you easily, as you can make them feel a little guilty about themselves. You always make decisions on your own, and can be dismissive of other people's advice. You like to be the leader in groups, but can forget to be concerned about the people you are with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;4.Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;5.Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This is like the one quiz that I couldn't argue much about it. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am now trying to start my assignment while bobbing my head with Lady Gaga-Poker Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sooooo wanna go for a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x70.xanga.com/0e81977140d31122420687/m44520127.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://x70.xanga.com/0e81977140d31122420687/m44520127.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is talking about a Redang trip in May. Just the both of us, or we're asking another pair of couple too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we were asked to go to Club Med with another couple friend of ours. Turns out we'll need Rm1k+ per person. I actually wanted to go, but due to some short circumstances, I think maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Redang for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first, I thought it'll be like a group of friends trip, and I start babbling away about who to ask and stuffs like that. Until, MrTan shouted things like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;OKAY FINE! ASK ALL OUR FRIENDS LA! YOU HAVE YOUR OWN FUN AND I HAVE MINE!&lt;/span&gt;" on the phone -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exaggerating *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roll eyes&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds a lot like me thou. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, as you may have notice, I changed my blog skin! Loving it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, and have you heard about the news where this victim of rape was found hanging on a durian tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she was found hanging on a durian tree, clad only with underpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not some serial killer thingy because it sounds a lot like a Ted Bundy.&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/1732144068212594229-4531264340533107553?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4531264340533107553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=4531264340533107553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4531264340533107553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4531264340533107553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-jump-i-jump.html' title='You Jump, I Jump'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3129347264797661211</id><published>2009-03-23T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:11:01.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Blog Skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on it&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/1732144068212594229-3129347264797661211?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3129347264797661211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=3129347264797661211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3129347264797661211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3129347264797661211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-blog-skin.html' title='New Blog Skin'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-6222029992904332759</id><published>2009-03-23T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:39:10.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go out and watch the sunshine with u in a trampoline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x0d.xanga.com/1e9834fa68450145425537/m30344268.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://x0d.xanga.com/1e9834fa68450145425537/m30344268.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How miserable I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friend's emo-ing and I could not be there for her. My other friends and boyfriend are going down to Yuan Steamboat tonight, which I am dying to eat for like 2 weeks dy, and I can't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my dad just fucked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he just suddenly went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;How's your results? Why they didn't send it through mail dy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Er.. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So how's your results?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay la. Got A,B,C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What? Got C ar? You see la, everyday go out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*continue nagging and yapping away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely did not see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so what does the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyday-going-out&lt;/span&gt; affect? God damn it, I live with you for the past 21 years and you still don't know me enough? Hello??? I am no genius and you know it. Does a C means I'm lazy? Or I did that on purpose to flunk my subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bloody locked me up during Form4 and 5, but I still didn't get straight A's, did I? So how did you blame me then at that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, please define 'everyday'. Normally, I stick my damn ass in the house 5days per week. So what is your 'everyday'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with him recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be menopause, or whatever you call that to men who's like women during their menopause period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I am just ranting. I still loved my dad thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well, guess that I can use this time to start my assignments. Sigh&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/1732144068212594229-6222029992904332759?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6222029992904332759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=6222029992904332759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6222029992904332759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6222029992904332759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-go-out-and-see-sunshine-with-u.html' title='I wanna go out and watch the sunshine with u in a trampoline'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-6208075881302236736</id><published>2009-03-22T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:23:22.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Babies</title><content type='html'>Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;March is coming to an end soon, and to sum up everything, I have a few friends so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coincidentally &lt;/span&gt;happen to be born on March &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt;importantones&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt;. Yep, it seems like 21 years ago, 9 months back, it's like the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby-let's-have sex-everyday&lt;/span&gt;' period or something. Hmm, I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so to sum up it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Leong Kah Ban's (6th March)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ter Poh Yin's (9th march)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Chan Wei Hao's  (8th March)&lt;/span&gt;, and of course &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr Tan Chee Wai's (: (19th March) &lt;/span&gt;birthday. O and did not I mention? It's all their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big 21&lt;/span&gt; birthday. So you wonder why I always complain that I'm broke in the previous posts. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Terbobo and Ban's birthday, we celebrated in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bavarian Bierhaus&lt;/span&gt;, a German Restaurant famous with their pork knuckle, sausages, and beer.&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/ScZnfOOPR1I/AAAAAAAABNQ/xhlzPUkKWZs/s1600-h/DSC01447.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/ScZnfOOPR1I/AAAAAAAABNQ/xhlzPUkKWZs/s320/DSC01447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316050196248872786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people for the night&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/ScZnwBNpW8I/AAAAAAAABNY/qLfClBt9e_w/s1600-h/DSC01436.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/ScZnwBNpW8I/AAAAAAAABNY/qLfClBt9e_w/s320/DSC01436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316050484814502850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday Girl Number 1: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ter Poh Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O, you might wonder why she's so red. It's because she drank one glass, no wait, rewrite, one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cup &lt;/span&gt;of beer. I can practically smell her+ alcohol when I took this picture with her.&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/ScZogggfbUI/AAAAAAAABNg/y-gIZ1cAri8/s1600-h/DSC01437.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/ScZogggfbUI/AAAAAAAABNg/y-gIZ1cAri8/s320/DSC01437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316051317848763714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday Girl Number 2: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Leong Kah Ban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, something's wrong with this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/ScZqN_bkaxI/AAAAAAAABOI/nkImfa0qEh8/s1600-h/DSC01438.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/ScZqN_bkaxI/AAAAAAAABOI/nkImfa0qEh8/s320/DSC01438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316053198755359506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There. Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the dinner we walked, you did not read that wrong, WALKED all the way to 7atenine. It wasn't very far away. Just a couple of streets away, but still, we WALKED. In Heels. The girls, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7atenine is a nice bar, where the theme for that night is white, and lucky for Terbobo, she wore a white dress and got a free drink! To top up with that, it tastes even better than the one we ordered. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did took a number of pictures but I'm lazy to post it all up. Just go into Facebook. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/ScZrSVcYYjI/AAAAAAAABOQ/wL0NS_kUB_4/s1600-h/evillaugh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/ScZrSVcYYjI/AAAAAAAABOQ/wL0NS_kUB_4/s320/evillaugh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316054372895449650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next day, is Wei Hao's birthday party at his place. Nope, no pictures. But nvm, I'll give you guys something to feast on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/ScZrvd2NBvI/AAAAAAAABOY/UjOiAYQS87M/s1600-h/DSC01458.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/ScZrvd2NBvI/AAAAAAAABOY/UjOiAYQS87M/s320/DSC01458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316054873367447282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ha! In your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking about that, I remembered this funny conversation I have with my friend in msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bergaya-nya your picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yeah, I'm turning into gay now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Not surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Just kidding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha! Straight at your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol, next up, is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr Tan Chee Wai&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday. Just a simple dinner at his sister's cafe with friends. I guess he wanted to celebrate it with his family also (:&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/ScZs-_8GFJI/AAAAAAAABOg/_HFDdqFhkOk/s1600-h/DSC01488.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/ScZs-_8GFJI/AAAAAAAABOg/_HFDdqFhkOk/s320/DSC01488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316056239728628882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blow the candles, my baby boy (:&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/ScZtMbWLg3I/AAAAAAAABOo/CBCUU09NKnA/s1600-h/DSC01489.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/ScZtMbWLg3I/AAAAAAAABOo/CBCUU09NKnA/s320/DSC01489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316056470424093554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His second sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/ScZtYRe8qvI/AAAAAAAABOw/CAhFcuiKQi8/s1600-h/DSC01491.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/ScZtYRe8qvI/AAAAAAAABOw/CAhFcuiKQi8/s320/DSC01491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316056673934945010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er I mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/ScZtjTozSsI/AAAAAAAABO4/3h2YOgiwsFo/s1600-h/DSC01492.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/ScZtjTozSsI/AAAAAAAABO4/3h2YOgiwsFo/s320/DSC01492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316056863491705538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/ScZty5JfUrI/AAAAAAAABPA/H4q5-NtFYm8/s1600-h/DSC01496.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/ScZty5JfUrI/AAAAAAAABPA/H4q5-NtFYm8/s320/DSC01496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316057131258958514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies.&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/ScZuBChMIyI/AAAAAAAABPI/j4h1kx851dU/s1600-h/DSC01497.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/ScZuBChMIyI/AAAAAAAABPI/j4h1kx851dU/s320/DSC01497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316057374292452130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/ScZuMLtiVzI/AAAAAAAABPQ/78O02qEZK_w/s1600-h/DSC01499.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/ScZuMLtiVzI/AAAAAAAABPQ/78O02qEZK_w/s320/DSC01499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316057565738719026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA. I think this pic is damn funny. And for the record, it's not candid. He DID pose for this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/ScZuhSWilRI/AAAAAAAABPY/ugiQyp3z96s/s1600-h/DSC01490.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/ScZuhSWilRI/AAAAAAAABPY/ugiQyp3z96s/s320/DSC01490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316057928298566930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized we are going through tough times recently. But I promise, I will try. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; you much much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have another birthday celebration, just me and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait.&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/ScZvAOk1wYI/AAAAAAAABPg/NkIGAvwb4h4/s1600-h/DSC01525.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/ScZvAOk1wYI/AAAAAAAABPg/NkIGAvwb4h4/s320/DSC01525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316058459860746626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is me, you + Sushi King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha. He thinks I'm lame &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pouts*&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/ScZvWcpSEMI/AAAAAAAABPo/Ea3mktS-yJU/s1600-h/DSC01521.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/ScZvWcpSEMI/AAAAAAAABPo/Ea3mktS-yJU/s320/DSC01521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316058841594597570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xOxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-6208075881302236736?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6208075881302236736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=6208075881302236736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6208075881302236736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6208075881302236736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-babies.html' title='March Babies'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/ScZnfOOPR1I/AAAAAAAABNQ/xhlzPUkKWZs/s72-c/DSC01447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-518646145031739563</id><published>2009-03-13T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:16:32.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>I seriously have issue with laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few times I wanted to blog, but I'll stop half way and have no idea what to write anymore. So now I'm blaming on writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing pretty special been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is tiring. No, I'm not loaded with assignments. No, I do not have endless class with no breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I have LONG break for like 4 and a half hour in the middle. It's seriously more tiring than having endless class. We'll be hanging out in the mall, and by the time we got back to class, we'll be wear off. Plus, we can find alot of excuses to skip the latter class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have a lot of pictures to post up, but laziness strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really no good in posting and slapping on pictures in my blog, friendster or facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Facebook is the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends will just upload the pictures and tag me, and ta-dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have to lift a finger to upload those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to Hot Dog Bush and Survivor. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-518646145031739563?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/518646145031739563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=518646145031739563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/518646145031739563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/518646145031739563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-8629134992185665526</id><published>2009-03-04T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:14:35.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GORGEOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hisgoldeneyes.com/gallery/albums/userpics/11657/03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 467px;" src="http://www.hisgoldeneyes.com/gallery/albums/userpics/11657/03.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go ahead and tell me that this is not gorgeous. Even more gorgeous than Coach. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me melt this instance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*melts*&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/1732144068212594229-8629134992185665526?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8629134992185665526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=8629134992185665526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8629134992185665526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8629134992185665526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/gorgeous.html' title='GORGEOUS'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-6297768750592939763</id><published>2009-02-27T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:04:01.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random facts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; It's 12:23am and I am craving for Sushi King's sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I am going off to Genting tomorrow early in the morning and I am still not in my chamber, knowing the fact that I might probably oversleep tomorrow (and of coz, dark circles under my eyes like those vampires in Twilight. Difference is they are gorgeous and I am not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pouts*&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I am planning to sit the roller coaster ride for three times straight (If I am allowed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; I am D-Y-I-N-G to get my hands on Ling's copy of Breaking Dawn that I have the urge to steal my parent's car key, slip out, drive to her house, and demand her to hand over the copy. No, I am not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; One of the subject is giving headache and problem that I have to restrain myself for throwing a Bitch Fit next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Did I just mention I am craving for Sushi King's sushi? O, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; I can't wait to get my hands on the sling bag I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; I cut down a lot on browsing blogshops. I mean, A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; I am thinking of getting a sexy lingerie for myself as a birthday present to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;. JUST KIDDING. Don't vomit already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Dammit. I am broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-6297768750592939763?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6297768750592939763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=6297768750592939763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6297768750592939763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6297768750592939763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-facts.html' title='Random Facts'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3096362806183718337</id><published>2009-02-26T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:23:35.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Donation.... Nah</title><content type='html'>I think I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; close to close down my blog. Not that anyone care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, my life's the same old thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to classes already and I can feel the pressure building up as the subjects get harder and the lecturer gets more long winded that he even talk more than 15 minutes out of our lecture time. AND it's the 8 0'clock class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; be a morning person. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;. Even though I slept for more than 10 hours the night before, I can still feel sleepy in the class. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I promise myself, NO MORE SLACKING this semester like the previous one. I even have a planner. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pat myself on the back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess I just prattle about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I finally persuaded myself to overcome the fear and went for the blood donation campaign in Main Block, HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled up my form and all, and sat down, waiting for my turn for the check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they do is, they need to take a bit of sample of your blood to test for something. Then they will weigh you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting for my turn, I was watching this officer getting the sample from a lady and I nearly vomit at the sight of her blood. I was feeling so nauseous! But I calm myself down and tell myself that this is for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, it was finally my turn and the officer took one look at me and say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Timbang berat dulu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Looks down*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Dik, tak cukup berat la. Minimum 45kg."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................WHAT??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finally persuaded myself and.. this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I used to weight 45 kg, and I guess I lost weight recently because of my unhealthy diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll gain weight in the middle of the year coz I bet they will be having another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, if you're reading this, go donate blood! You really can make a difference. Okay okay, I know I didn't donate before, but hey! it wasn't my fault. So don't throw eggs at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-3096362806183718337?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3096362806183718337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=3096362806183718337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3096362806183718337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3096362806183718337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/blood-donation-nah.html' title='Blood Donation.... Nah'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5864490386959533753</id><published>2009-02-11T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:08:42.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Valentine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SZLyzFUiDcI/AAAAAAAABMw/mhyvDd5Zm8U/s1600-h/funny_ez1jq9rp.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/SZLyzFUiDcI/AAAAAAAABMw/mhyvDd5Zm8U/s320/funny_ez1jq9rp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301566670784040386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You just have to be grateful of what you have &amp;amp; stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is around the corner and I bet all peeps are planning something to do with their friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through 4 Valentine with my baby, and it's great every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SZLztG_-MaI/AAAAAAAABM4/FCvmT5Bktds/s1600-h/DSC00172.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/SZLztG_-MaI/AAAAAAAABM4/FCvmT5Bktds/s320/DSC00172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301567667667087778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't usually have fancy dinner during Valentine. Just some quality time together for the whole day (: I think this just work fine with me because we've been quite busy with our own stuffs for some time now. We still do not have any proper plans yet, but what the heck, as long as I know that I am spending time with him, anything will be great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope each and everyone of you will have a wonderful Valentine this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Seems like a lot of people found love this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P/s: I am D-Y-I-N-G to watch Gossip Girls Season 2, but my connection is damn lag! Anyone has?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-5864490386959533753?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5864490386959533753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=5864490386959533753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5864490386959533753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5864490386959533753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-for-valentine.html' title='V for Valentine.'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SZLyzFUiDcI/AAAAAAAABMw/mhyvDd5Zm8U/s72-c/funny_ez1jq9rp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-1822777256504421742</id><published>2009-02-01T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:59:29.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOO MOO Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE MOO YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SYZ8OjDrpPI/AAAAAAAABMg/kXwdyf9aOv8/s1600-h/DSC01316.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/SYZ8OjDrpPI/AAAAAAAABMg/kXwdyf9aOv8/s320/DSC01316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298058601018664178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wore pink in conjunction of Chor 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been busy with CNY, studying for finals, house visiting, studying for finals, balik kampung, studying for finals again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is like my worst CNY. I have to study and constantly think of my exams. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I found my new love. He's cute and adorable. God, I miss him already ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SYZ8aIqqmkI/AAAAAAAABMo/vFXMDfpJ9rY/s1600-h/DSC01332.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/SYZ8aIqqmkI/AAAAAAAABMo/vFXMDfpJ9rY/s320/DSC01332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298058800092846658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet my new love. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update as soon as I finish my finals and gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&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/1732144068212594229-1822777256504421742?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1822777256504421742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=1822777256504421742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1822777256504421742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1822777256504421742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/moo-moo-year.html' title='MOO MOO Year'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SYZ8OjDrpPI/AAAAAAAABMg/kXwdyf9aOv8/s72-c/DSC01316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-6701445972902219056</id><published>2009-01-24T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:51:07.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S</title><content type='html'>What is it that I hear again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAS Youth is doing their thing again! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shakes butt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O man, seriously, this is getting more like a joke now. It makes us look like a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna already AGREE to follow the rules and regulations. What more you want? This is PLAIN ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they expect in a concert anyway? After the concert seeing Rihanna wearing like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2135/2090327022_681a118491.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 296px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2135/2090327022_681a118491.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they all go out and have a raping rampage???? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;  Maybe you should ban all bras commercial too, just in case you know, after people see the pics of hot looking ladies in bras ONLY, they will set off to rape someone. O wait, did I just give you a brilliant idea, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which celebrity they expect to perform here anyway? All the way nasyid? O yeah, I could imagine that. They should just go straight ahead and fight for the rule of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; performers who are fully clothed, eg: Sweaters, long jeans pants (Stricly no skinny and tight jeans), or long robes made out of curtains &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE ALLOWED &lt;/span&gt;to perform in Malaysia. Performers are encourage to cover up their face too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they ban our celebrity to perform in London? "I'm sorry babe. It's nothing personal, but I am afraid that your culture clashes with ours. You know, we have rules. One husband, one wife. I don't want you coming in here, and spreading your thing around. People might start fighting against the rule to have 4 wives at a time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE they don't give out flyers outside the concert this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-6701445972902219056?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6701445972902219056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=6701445972902219056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6701445972902219056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6701445972902219056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s.html' title='R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5677517804030578342</id><published>2009-01-19T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:48:33.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, An Update</title><content type='html'>ALOHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! FINALLY, I am blogging. I have been so busy and lazy (: to blog recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have started to get my arse out there and earn some money to feed my appetite for online shopping. Like, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two week, I have been working as a sampling promoter for Lipton at The Store just near my house. I swear, sampling ain't pretty when you are dealing with like 120 degree drinks and not those icy cold Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I work for Job Career Fair in MV. First day, it was OKAY and bearable. Second day, it has shit loads of people that I have hardly time to breathe. Third day, boring. AND I ate chicken rice for three days. Straight! FYI, chicken rice is my favourite. Ask me what to eat and 95% of the time I say chicken rice. But to eat three days in a row......... Not pretty. I even had chicken rice before that week, so makes it FOUR bloody time a week. But MrTan claims the opposite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"I swear, I won't eat chicken rice anymore! So sickening"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Really? After one week, I bet it will be the same"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I got to stop browsing those blogshops. They can make me bankrupt straight away. I need to stop looking at blogshops when online. Should look at porn instead. JUST KIDDING. But seriously, I need to stop. Even MrTan got sick of listening to me talking about the gorgeous stuffs I saw and what I ordered. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED.TO.STOP.NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life is miserable. My finals are right after CNY. Can you believe that???? I need to study during CNY. Pathetic. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, today at college. We camwhored while waiting for classes. Finally, some pictures are coming around after some grandmother stories ei, you say? Okay Okay, enough of talking. Pictures time!&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/SXSbwNMVFbI/AAAAAAAABKw/bUFpRrkTUqU/s1600-h/DSC00103.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/SXSbwNMVFbI/AAAAAAAABKw/bUFpRrkTUqU/s320/DSC00103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026714544575922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Decent Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SXSbqrm3E6I/AAAAAAAABKo/nGhRqZlAvVo/s1600-h/DSC00101.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/SXSbqrm3E6I/AAAAAAAABKo/nGhRqZlAvVo/s320/DSC00101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026619629704098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SXScakINVNI/AAAAAAAABLg/nluhE3Ftvdw/s1600-h/DSC00111.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/SXScakINVNI/AAAAAAAABLg/nluhE3Ftvdw/s320/DSC00111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293027442255811794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the following pictures ahead, I will show you how SOME people is such an attention seeker in pictures. Pfffffft&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/SXSb3ljlvSI/AAAAAAAABK4/t3Y1bQ8Rfx8/s1600-h/DSC00106.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/SXSb3ljlvSI/AAAAAAAABK4/t3Y1bQ8Rfx8/s320/DSC00106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026841343671586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SXSb83YiHfI/AAAAAAAABLA/E1hwOsjMOEk/s1600-h/DSC00104.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/SXSb83YiHfI/AAAAAAAABLA/E1hwOsjMOEk/s320/DSC00104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026932028481010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SXScC_EnOyI/AAAAAAAABLI/wT5dgeu5eXU/s1600-h/DSC00108.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/SXScC_EnOyI/AAAAAAAABLI/wT5dgeu5eXU/s320/DSC00108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293027037171628834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There, you can guess right. So now you can ignore all the CMI me in these pictures and focus on her instead, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following pictures are their  attempt to look sad and forced to take pictures with me.&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/SXScKU3gfqI/AAAAAAAABLQ/8-KaTuSjCvc/s1600-h/DSC00109.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/SXScKU3gfqI/AAAAAAAABLQ/8-KaTuSjCvc/s320/DSC00109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293027163281325730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SXScTZISMXI/AAAAAAAABLY/Z5E-mp6e--k/s1600-h/DSC00110.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/SXScTZISMXI/AAAAAAAABLY/Z5E-mp6e--k/s320/DSC00110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293027319044256114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I actually think I look scary in this pic. Haha&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/SXSckKDRvLI/AAAAAAAABLo/mXY__Y0IgKQ/s1600-h/DSC00118.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/SXSckKDRvLI/AAAAAAAABLo/mXY__Y0IgKQ/s320/DSC00118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293027607054498994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoot her dead. My bitch can be so cute sometimes. No wait. Rewrite. It's actually quite rare =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SXScqx-e91I/AAAAAAAABLw/bFLdyZuYado/s1600-h/DSC00121.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/SXScqx-e91I/AAAAAAAABLw/bFLdyZuYado/s320/DSC00121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293027720851027794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My face says it all.&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/SXSdYcht7iI/AAAAAAAABMA/LaivJ_mwsiY/s1600-h/DSC01233.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/SXSdYcht7iI/AAAAAAAABMA/LaivJ_mwsiY/s320/DSC01233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293028505367211554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LIKE this pic alot. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SXSdvNur5_I/AAAAAAAABMI/JNHg-0tvvUE/s1600-h/DSC01241.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/SXSdvNur5_I/AAAAAAAABMI/JNHg-0tvvUE/s320/DSC01241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293028896532064242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smooches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ha! An update! I MADE IT MOMMY! *screams and runs around pulling my hairs*&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/1732144068212594229-5677517804030578342?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5677517804030578342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=5677517804030578342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5677517804030578342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5677517804030578342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-update.html' title='Finally, An Update'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SXSbwNMVFbI/AAAAAAAABKw/bUFpRrkTUqU/s72-c/DSC00103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2438048882284322127</id><published>2009-01-14T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:55:42.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busy nowadays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll update.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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/1732144068212594229-2438048882284322127?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2438048882284322127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=2438048882284322127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2438048882284322127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2438048882284322127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-6875672422292665335</id><published>2009-01-03T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T05:14:02.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009, A Better Year, I Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too late? Hmph. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this new year's eve was spent in Jy's house, with KFC, pizza and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I DID NOT get drunk. Just tipsy. And damn, I cried for few seconds this new year's eve. But I controlled the tears and stop it from coming down. Proud of myself cause I'm such an emotional freak. I can cry just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I dare you to say it again. I am going to cry any seconds now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cry la. I don't believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;OMG! Crazy ar you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my tears are like saliva wei. It can just be produce in just a few seconds =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, why did I cried? It's just over some silly stuffs. But recently, there's a lot of these 'silly' stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You guys argued again? Wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Wtf right. After 4 years, and we are still arguing. I don't know. Is it cause things are changing? And both of us are changing as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Stop this topic right now! I don't want to argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favourite punch line recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like everytime I am the one who starts the fight? Why? Cause you ain't good enough for me? You don't suit me? You changed? You put your friends first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubts. Headaches. Tears. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same thing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, we are only 20 for god's sake! I don't want us to be label as the 'old couple' No! I want sparks. I want fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Appreciate what you have now la. Only know how to whine and whine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I am hell of a whiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guys. Takes a lot of effort for them to understand girls. I can't even blog anything sweet about us recently. None. The times where I felt we are so in love, is so long gone. So far away. Can we get it back? Why can't we hold it forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry. Please don't dump me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I even beg him to not break up with me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Laughs*&lt;/span&gt; How much have I changed? Is this person someone I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he ain't a bad boyfriend. I guess there's too much of differences in us. Different needs. Different wants. Different expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008.&lt;/span&gt; I changed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;, no more tears. No more fights. No more.&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/1732144068212594229-6875672422292665335?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6875672422292665335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=6875672422292665335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6875672422292665335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6875672422292665335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009-am-i-too-late-hmph.html' title='2009, A Better Year, I Hope'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3698605370623523268</id><published>2008-12-23T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:03:18.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;is A-W-E-S-O-M-E. Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson are such an eye candy and addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, actually I watched it a long time ago dy, but I want to say this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GETTING TWILIGHT AND NEW MOON TOMORROW!!! *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/img/twilightcover.jpg"&gt;                                                               &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/img/twilightcover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/img/newmooncover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/img/newmooncover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photos from www.stepheniemeyer.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my late birthday pressie from Ling Ling and Bobo. Love you girls so muchy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, these books are like so high in demand, that you need to place your order first. *jumping around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to read them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they are going to veryyyyyyy addictive. After that I think I will be getting Eclipse and Breaking Dawn to complete the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! And I totally fall in love with this Twilight Soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8M8PAaC-9A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8M8PAaC-9A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Iron &amp;amp; Wine — Flightless Bird, American M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, this song is damn nice. I search for far and low only found it! Although the lyric is not all romantic and lovey dovey, but the music, hell, trust me, you will love this after you listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if someone can sing this to me and sound just as good as them, I will marry him/her straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, something to look forward to for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might enjoy christmas after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-3698605370623523268?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3698605370623523268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=3698605370623523268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3698605370623523268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3698605370623523268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-is-w-e-s-o-m-e.html' title='Twilight!'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3959572419404715896</id><published>2008-12-23T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:28:05.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Christmas, Time Is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SVCdYiyJhTI/AAAAAAAABKQ/uAK7uCV2HT8/s1600-h/DSC01155.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/SVCdYiyJhTI/AAAAAAAABKQ/uAK7uCV2HT8/s320/DSC01155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282895407885157682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh, beautiful isn't it? Yes I am talking about the Christmas trees. And yes, I am also talking about that one next to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will have a happy and joy Christmas in whatever ways you are celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? BBQ in Jy's house probably. With a bit of alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"Ei you ar. Don't drink and get drunk and then drama. Potong stim la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Okay Okay. Promise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"Toh Lan Yeh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be drinking and won't get drunk. It's a promise to my parents and Santa. So.... since I am a good girl, can I have a LV bag, please? Or the new Dior/Lancome fragrance I am dying to have? Or maybe just few more new clothes? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*big puppy eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while everybody can celebrate their Christmas happily with no worries, I have an assignment to hand in this Friday. Worse, my results are coming out pretty soon. Great. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, but still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SVCeGXHf4WI/AAAAAAAABKY/AKlIufDLaPw/s1600-h/DSC01161.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/SVCeGXHf4WI/AAAAAAAABKY/AKlIufDLaPw/s320/DSC01161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282896195027460450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry X'mas to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-3959572419404715896?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3959572419404715896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=3959572419404715896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3959572419404715896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3959572419404715896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhh-beautiful-isnt-it-yes-i-am-talking.html' title='Christmas, Christmas, Time Is Here'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SVCdYiyJhTI/AAAAAAAABKQ/uAK7uCV2HT8/s72-c/DSC01155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-1890745126926401370</id><published>2008-12-20T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:33:09.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost of Blogging Mojo</title><content type='html'>My phone had fuck up for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot transfer anything in or out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffffftttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I got no mood to blog wei. Cause I can't transfer any pictures also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these few days have been doing pretty much shopping *big grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on the hunt for bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I actually felt instant love with this gorgeous reptile green hobo/tote bag online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was THIS close to get this bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I was only few minutes late from this other girl. Damn sad. It's so hard to find a bag that you will really like y'all know? It's harder to find a perfect shoe or a perfect dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping an eye on this website &lt;a href="http://behindtheseam.blogspot.com/"&gt; Behind The Seam&lt;/a&gt;. Hope they will bring in more gorgeous bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't wanna make my blog so boring la. So I'll just post up few photos I got from Cf. O yeah, these pics are from the night of my first clubbing experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SU3fTmoPTKI/AAAAAAAABJw/l0Z6UZckrzE/s1600-h/08-12-05_22-021.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/SU3fTmoPTKI/AAAAAAAABJw/l0Z6UZckrzE/s320/08-12-05_22-021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282123465855290530" 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/SU3fnayfyAI/AAAAAAAABJ4/QiTL-rzT1YQ/s1600-h/08-12-05_22-03.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/SU3fnayfyAI/AAAAAAAABJ4/QiTL-rzT1YQ/s320/08-12-05_22-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282123806274471938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cf and me in her new amazing house. Seriously, her room damn cool man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her parents even have jacuzzi and hot steam bath. I secretly told her, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ei, next time your parents not home, bring us here la kay??"&lt;/span&gt; which in return, she told her mum what I said right after we step out of the room, making me so embarrassed =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SU3f5EivHCI/AAAAAAAABKA/d3N2vRXghVA/s1600-h/08-12-05_23-07.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/SU3f5EivHCI/AAAAAAAABKA/d3N2vRXghVA/s320/08-12-05_23-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282124109540432930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Cf, Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://behindtheseam.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SU3f-osFEXI/AAAAAAAABKI/s-2mW48QhEI/s1600-h/08-12-05_23-08.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/SU3f-osFEXI/AAAAAAAABKI/s-2mW48QhEI/s320/08-12-05_23-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282124205142643058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My man (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O man, we took too little photos that night. I didn't even take picture with Ban and Michelle! Ish. Wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my blogging mojo is gone now. Bye Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://behindtheseam.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-1890745126926401370?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1890745126926401370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=1890745126926401370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1890745126926401370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1890745126926401370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-of-blogging-mojo.html' title='Lost of Blogging Mojo'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SU3fTmoPTKI/AAAAAAAABJw/l0Z6UZckrzE/s72-c/08-12-05_22-021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-4491428547649883627</id><published>2008-12-11T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:13:28.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Few seconds ago I decided to check on my blog, and I see that it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wayyyy&lt;/span&gt; too long  to not update dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O wait. I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy checking out the online boutiques &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they are like the best damn thing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apart from sushi&lt;/span&gt;). Shopping without walking around! How cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT having any holidays because the classes started right after my exams. Meanie :( Plus, this month, they will have a lot of replacements classes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yada yada&lt;/span&gt;. URGH. Turn off man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, my birthday, first time clubbing, my cousin sister's wedding, first time 'jimui' experience, meeting up with Convent friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year birthday was not all joy and happy. Don't feel like blogging about it. At the end of the night, Vee Yee = Mess+ Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Actually, there's one thing that light up my mood that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple call from New Zealand. A long conversation with my darling Louisa. I was sooooo happy when she called. I miss her soooooo much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is all good I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming up and am thinking what to do on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cuddle up with MrTan at home and watch an old movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or BBQ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-4491428547649883627?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4491428547649883627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=4491428547649883627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4491428547649883627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4491428547649883627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-seconds-ago-i-decided-to-check-on.html' title=''/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-1385284096571638521</id><published>2008-11-19T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:40:19.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Baybehhh</title><content type='html'>iPod Nano has a new range, Nano &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;. I know, it's months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. they are D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S.  &lt;span&gt;I can hear them singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *lick me like a lollipop* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/images/ipodnano_hero20080909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 141px;" src="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/images/ipodnano_hero20080909.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; color this time! My favourite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O man, I reallyyyy have to get you this time. I've been talking about getting one for ages and now they have my color! I think it's a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the other colors are looking deliciously good too don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get one I have to get one I have to get one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I realized I didn't talk about MrTan for a long time. O well, things aren't going that great now. We haven't been talking to each other for like 5 days? This shit is getting on my nerves with my exams here. I don't understand how can we be like this over petty stuffs? Ah, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough. Back to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SSULOjfd0rI/AAAAAAAABEo/GGAK0vBHMd0/s1600-h/DSC01086.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/SSULOjfd0rI/AAAAAAAABEo/GGAK0vBHMd0/s320/DSC01086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270631283580326578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am still alive&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/1732144068212594229-1385284096571638521?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1385284096571638521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=1385284096571638521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1385284096571638521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1385284096571638521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ipod-nano-has-new-range-nano-c-h-r-o-m.html' title='iPod Baybehhh'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SSULOjfd0rI/AAAAAAAABEo/GGAK0vBHMd0/s72-c/DSC01086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5933047209568733611</id><published>2008-11-15T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:50:21.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like to Move It Move It</title><content type='html'>Two papers down. One more to go. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bloody bloody bloody &lt;/span&gt;MGT. Probably, the hardest subject I've ever encounter up till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this I was damn worried about Finance coz our cute bald lecturer said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "The questions I did in class won't be coming out. Don't count on it."&lt;/span&gt; -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up? Well, they're EXACTLY the same questions. The whole paper. All 25 questions (MCQ + Short answers)  Before the exams I said to God, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Please don't let me flunk this paper, Please don't let me screw this up."&lt;/span&gt; After looking through the questions, I am like, "OOOOkkkkayyy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, now I am damn worry about this MGT. I will say this to God once again,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Please don't let me flunk this paper, Please don't let me screw this up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O btw, Madagascar 2 is awesome. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King Julien&lt;/span&gt; is my favourite. "You look into her eyes, bla bla bla (all mushy mushy stuffs).. and you tell her..how much you hate her!" It got me laughing so damn hard. Seriously, go watch it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/35/73157828_b09939f5a3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 249px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/35/73157828_b09939f5a3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-5933047209568733611?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5933047209568733611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=5933047209568733611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5933047209568733611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5933047209568733611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-like-to-move-it-move-it.html' title='I Like to Move It Move It'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-8504717614308130746</id><published>2008-11-07T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:35:03.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-X-E-C-U-T-I-O-N</title><content type='html'>I'm in a war now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I hope this thing will be over fast and less painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first time I will be having finals for three freaking weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SRUVB-hJhwI/AAAAAAAABEg/k23LFRGVdyQ/s1600-h/DSC01022.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/SRUVB-hJhwI/AAAAAAAABEg/k23LFRGVdyQ/s320/DSC01022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266138462985750274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PD makes me sick during execution time. Not good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wipe stuffy nose*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不是真正的快乐 - 五月天. My dose of medicine =D This song is aweeesomeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-8504717614308130746?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8504717614308130746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=8504717614308130746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8504717614308130746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8504717614308130746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-x-e-c-u-t-i-o-n.html' title='E-X-E-C-U-T-I-O-N'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SRUVB-hJhwI/AAAAAAAABEg/k23LFRGVdyQ/s72-c/DSC01022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-8042303791419809132</id><published>2008-10-31T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:52:53.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’d listen to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I know how it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you lose the one you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause he’s taken you for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; If I were a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SQr6h2a-NlI/AAAAAAAABEQ/XNgKpeKTJyA/s1600-h/DSC00956.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/SQr6h2a-NlI/AAAAAAAABEQ/XNgKpeKTJyA/s320/DSC00956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263294573987116626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ei, you take Vee Yee in your team"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"NO WAY. You take la"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay, the loser team will take Vee Yee in their team"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SQsjgJzW40I/AAAAAAAABEY/BLnhYvW650g/s1600-h/LARGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SQsjgJzW40I/AAAAAAAABEY/BLnhYvW650g/s320/LARGE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263339624806671170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sadness fill my small small heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I read something ridiculous in newspaper today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE in this BOLEH Country wanted to ban &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, YOGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to them, YOGA clashes with their culture, religion and some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that they ever have Internet or TV at home to do research before they speak their mind. O what the heck, they always speak without thinking with their brains! Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet in their room they have this kind of wheel&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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2179/1842636121_01630f2899.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2179/1842636121_01630f2899.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Not this but something like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One fine day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Boss, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; la.. saya rasa sekarang ialah masa untuk guna ITU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Aku pun rasa begitu. BRING IT OUT MEN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Okay, kami dah pun buat concerts, mini skirts, sekarang nak apa ye?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Boss, putar je!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Target yang seterusnya.... YOGA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yeah, Malaysia boleh.&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/1732144068212594229-8042303791419809132?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8042303791419809132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=8042303791419809132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8042303791419809132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8042303791419809132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/malaysia-boleh.html' title='Malaysia Boleh'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SQr6h2a-NlI/AAAAAAAABEQ/XNgKpeKTJyA/s72-c/DSC00956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-149817199935054449</id><published>2008-10-27T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:03:12.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foosieee</title><content type='html'>Lack of update due to the crazy assignments and presentation all in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, I survived it, and now waiting for execution (Finals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck people =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;karaoke-ing&lt;/span&gt; is a MUST this week, no matter what happen, what disaster, even with tsunami, I will crawl to Neway and sing my lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, I am exaggerating again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current addiction - Foosball, pool, T.I - Whatever You Like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foosball mode is turn on again after so long, and yesh, I still suck big time at it. Kalau nak foosball kaki, text me =D I will remind you again, I suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SQW7XBSZI8I/AAAAAAAABEI/Lk47So__MK8/s1600-h/DSC00889.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/SQW7XBSZI8I/AAAAAAAABEI/Lk47So__MK8/s320/DSC00889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261817743809258434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SQW7NFL_nnI/AAAAAAAABEA/_MS6ENCZ2Sw/s1600-h/DSC00888.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/SQW7NFL_nnI/AAAAAAAABEA/_MS6ENCZ2Sw/s320/DSC00888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261817573057470066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What students like us do in ACC class. We. Need. To. Concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is just a short update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-149817199935054449?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/149817199935054449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=149817199935054449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/149817199935054449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/149817199935054449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/foosieee.html' title='Foosieee'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SQW7XBSZI8I/AAAAAAAABEI/Lk47So__MK8/s72-c/DSC00889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-1193230923467293358</id><published>2008-10-11T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:14:33.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood photos</title><content type='html'>I learnt a very important lesson yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T CHIT CHAT OR ARGUE WITH YOUR PARTNER AFTER PAYING FOR CINEMA TICKETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you probably get the picture of what I am going to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to KLCC with MrTan to watch The House Bunny (review later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying for the tickets, MrTan and I are basically arguing (lazy to explain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have dinner as it was still early for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one hour later, we went to the cinema, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MrTan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where's the ticket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Huh?! I don't remember taking any tickets. Aren't you the one keeping it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Huh? Noooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*Search frantically for the tickets in my bag for few minutes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I think we didn't take the tickets just now lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went the counter and explained the incident to this sweet young lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily they kept our tickets! Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan said,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; "How can you be so blur and walk off after paying for the tickets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Got distraction ma! Who ask you to argue with me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So The House Bunny is quite a predictable movie. Sexy babes, predictable story line... basically, you could totally guess what is going to happen next. There's actually not much difference from the character Shelley (Anna Faris) with all her other characters in Scary Movie. I expected a little bit difference but no, she is still playing the same innocent dumb blonde character. Overall, there's nothing special about it. I suggest you just buy a pirated DVD and watch it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I promised, baby photos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any photos when I was 1 or 2 months old. My mum said, it's all with my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGGjMSLrYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/-ReZYZehiQo/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGGjMSLrYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/-ReZYZehiQo/s320/scan0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130179269111170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click on the pictures for larger review because it is quite blur here.  As you can see, my baby fat never did go away as I am growing up =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGKdfkiriI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ProKDofb3eE/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGKdfkiriI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ProKDofb3eE/s320/scan0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256134479413685794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me with my grandpa and grandma. I LOVE this pic. I think we look so blissfully happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGLOb8IjaI/AAAAAAAAA1k/brb_ePB8VaA/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGLOb8IjaI/AAAAAAAAA1k/brb_ePB8VaA/s320/scan0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256135320252485026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My aunt and uncle (: I love them. Actually, in this picture, I look like some starve deprived hungry baby staring at the birthday cake. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGJppnAqfI/AAAAAAAAA1E/HO5U5om6X40/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGJppnAqfI/AAAAAAAAA1E/HO5U5om6X40/s320/scan0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256133588755196402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know how old am I in this picture, but at this age, I can be cheeky and stuck my tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGLu2TYYZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/PvCi-Fe1qGE/s1600-h/scan0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGLu2TYYZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/PvCi-Fe1qGE/s320/scan0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256135877085127058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of my cousin brothers. (P/S: MkTan, can you see you???? Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGLJV72NWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6V1EdAXzzjk/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGLJV72NWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6V1EdAXzzjk/s320/scan0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256135232741324130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am going to show you guys how many teeth I have now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture, I only have three teeth growing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGI0rzv8yI/AAAAAAAAA00/7WY05pYY5Jo/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGI0rzv8yI/AAAAAAAAA00/7WY05pYY5Jo/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256132678812431138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously, I am showing off my pink dress. Ah, I can't find a picture of myself in tutu. Next time, my baby girl is definitely having a pink tutu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGKoLlTi-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/bvEk_fdh9Lw/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGKoLlTi-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/bvEk_fdh9Lw/s320/scan0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256134663026740194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look so 'hiao' over here. Lol. Looks like I am born a vain pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGHH6hgE5I/AAAAAAAAA0c/GrqPDJagkpQ/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGHH6hgE5I/AAAAAAAAA0c/GrqPDJagkpQ/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130810156684178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and my sis. I have this really straight-cut pure mushroom hair style. Yeah, yeah, yeah, go on, make fun of me.&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/SPGJGxeDmsI/AAAAAAAAA08/nwAToqX1-yo/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGJGxeDmsI/AAAAAAAAA08/nwAToqX1-yo/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256132989569702594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma, don't you think my mushroom hairstyle looks great when I am riding this giraffe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGIr0ZpwrI/AAAAAAAAA0s/KwSrfxZ5Khg/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGIr0ZpwrI/AAAAAAAAA0s/KwSrfxZ5Khg/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256132526500070066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis, me, my bro and my cousin bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, last pic of the day,&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/SPGIXNYx_QI/AAAAAAAAA0k/BMvkbkGJvBE/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGIXNYx_QI/AAAAAAAAA0k/BMvkbkGJvBE/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256132172430048514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of my family (: Btw, I am the one in black long sleves tee. I was quite happy in this pic because I just went for a ride at the haunted house and my sis was sulking because my dad don't allow her to go the ride. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all the pics I am posting. I know all the pictures and descriptions like damn 'selamba' but I am doing my assignment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;br /&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/1732144068212594229-1193230923467293358?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1193230923467293358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=1193230923467293358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1193230923467293358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1193230923467293358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-learnt-very-important-lesson.html' title='Childhood photos'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SPGGjMSLrYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/-ReZYZehiQo/s72-c/scan0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3755492510193675550</id><published>2008-10-10T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:03:45.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating with 3 Assignments</title><content type='html'>I am half way dozing off to sleep while doing my assignment. Scratch that. I have 3 assignmentS due on the same week. And I choose the great time to procrastinate when 3 of them are not even half way through or almost finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*slaps myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a lazy student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-3755492510193675550?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3755492510193675550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=3755492510193675550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3755492510193675550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3755492510193675550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/procrastinating-with-3-assignments.html' title='Procrastinating with 3 Assignments'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-7394275120279980023</id><published>2008-10-10T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:19:51.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckface Cow</title><content type='html'>Okay, I realllly have to rant about this waitress in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Station One&lt;/span&gt;, at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taman Mutiara Cheras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really one hell of a rude,annoying and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fuckface&lt;/span&gt; waitress living in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, me and Ban decided to have lunch with TerBobo who's working as an intern in Station One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told Ban and Bobo what to order for me and went to the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I came back (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with was like a few minutes only&lt;/span&gt;), I came to know that they ordered wrongly for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we signal that&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Fuckface Cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, I decided to name her that&lt;/span&gt;) to come over to our table, and she showed us the fuckface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh! When we ONLY signal her to come over and she showed the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what-they-want-again&lt;/span&gt; face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very annnoying right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, this is how our conversation went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Bobo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Fuckface Cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Can we change order? Coz we ordered wrongly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*shows fuckface* I already key in the order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you change it? Coz my friends ordered wrongly for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;But I keyed in already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*looks at bobo for a sec* Well, can you CHANGE it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;But I keyed in already *shows fuckface*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*getting annoyed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I really want to change the order. I don't want that one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*shows fuckface* Okay, what you want to change to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMN FREAKING ANNOYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; rude to customers (bear in mind, who PAY service charge), and come on, take notice that she didn't say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Sorry, I could not change the order because it is already keyed in."&lt;/span&gt; Instead she just keeping repeating I already keyed in. Obviously, she is damn fucking lazy to go change my order. And she just shows us the fuckface all the time talking to us! Like, wtf right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; want to say to her, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Hey bitch, why not change your whatever shit name is to Fuckface Cow? Seems to suit you a lot more cause it goes with your shit face. By the way, did anybody tell you before you look like a Fuckface Cow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I fucking pay service charge, so you shouldn't give me that kind of attitude. And what is the logic of not letting your customers changing order? It is not like the chef is cooking already! If really cannot be done, you should inform the customers politely. Not show fuckface, okay &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Fuckface Cow&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Common curtesy fuckface, common curtesy&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, we are not being rude to you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I regret, I didn't get her name cause I almost want to fill in the survey form to complain about her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALMOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, besides the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Fuckface Cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; incident, the foods are good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanna post up my baby photos, but I think I would just post in at the other post. Cause I want everybody's focus into &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Fuckface Cow&lt;/span&gt;. She is the heroin of this post =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funbun.com/imgs/page_imgs/sa0903/ugly_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.funbun.com/imgs/page_imgs/sa0903/ugly_man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O look! This looks just like you doesn't it, Fuckface Cow? I see a lot of similarities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-7394275120279980023?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7394275120279980023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=7394275120279980023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7394275120279980023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7394275120279980023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuckface-cow.html' title='Fuckface Cow'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-8949937033518586682</id><published>2008-10-06T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:41:45.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi Bonenza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I haven't been updating for a while dy. Why? Because my life is so boring recently. And I got nothing much to blog about. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, actually I wanna post some of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby photos&lt;/span&gt; =D Yesterday me and my siblings were checking out the photo albums stacked, untouch in my mum's closet. And damn, I was damn cute when I was a toddler. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARHAR&lt;/span&gt;. No kidding. I wanna pinchhhh myself when I was looking at those pictures. LOL. Okay, enough of praising of myself dy la. My friends always like to say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Only you can say those kind of words lo. So muka tembok.&lt;/span&gt;" Lalalalala~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sushi King&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lover&lt;/span&gt;, heck if you are not a sushi king lover, you should just go to Sushi King on 13 October-16 October 2008 because they are having&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SUSHI BONENZA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  RM2 only for all rice sushi on the kaiten belt. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell yeah mama&lt;/span&gt;. I am going to ransack all their sushi! Wahahahahahaha. Okay, when it comes to sushi, I have an appetite like a monster. Excuse me for my un-ladylike attitude (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides sushi, I am DYING to try on Korea BBQ. My mouth was practically watering when I saw those pictures in Google. There's a place call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korea Town in Ampang Avenue&lt;/span&gt;, and hell, I am going there soon. Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SOsC35Lh7yI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Sq7rjsnXO7Q/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SOsC35Lh7yI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Sq7rjsnXO7Q/s320/DSC00878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254296549523058466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Ban in class =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying for my fringe to become longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the update. Maybe I will post baby pictures of me in the next post. To show you guys how cute am I. LOL. Perasan giler. Please don't throw eggs at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-8949937033518586682?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8949937033518586682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=8949937033518586682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8949937033518586682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8949937033518586682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/sushi-bonenza.html' title='Sushi Bonenza!'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SOsC35Lh7yI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Sq7rjsnXO7Q/s72-c/DSC00878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3506021674070860625</id><published>2008-09-27T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:25:03.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Forever and ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Life is now or never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Forever never comes around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;People love and let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Forever and ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Life is now or never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Forever's gonna slow you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;September- Cry For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vee Yee, please stop procrastinating and do your assignment now. I mean, NOWWW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-3506021674070860625?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3506021674070860625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=3506021674070860625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3506021674070860625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3506021674070860625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/forever-and-ever-life-is-now-or-never.html' title=''/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-4841163416701039961</id><published>2008-09-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:22:40.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these online boutiques are soooo addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am practically drooling at all those delicious looking tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I. NEED. TO. GO. SHOPPING. NOW&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/1732144068212594229-4841163416701039961?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4841163416701039961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=4841163416701039961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4841163416701039961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4841163416701039961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-4237490614083168028</id><published>2008-09-24T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:01:14.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel So Superhuman</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is not a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt; wow, but more like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is-this-really-happening&lt;/span&gt; wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really has His way to make things go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly when I thought I could finally breathe, God make His way and slap me on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it is going to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, you are given something, after waiting for so long, thinking at least now, the little problems are gone. But no. Nothing really is easy for us huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today and thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Was it actually a dream?"&lt;/span&gt; I am so in denial now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least, God didn't take away the most important one. We can start all over again right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since I've been flying and righting the wrongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feels almost like I had it all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can see tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel so superhuman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Brown ft Keri Hilson - Superhuman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; will make us feel like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;superhuman&lt;/span&gt; baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I am not going to make this an emo post. So I will just patch up some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNsjlhF0VHI/AAAAAAAAAzk/5CTd5Jo4AEk/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNsjlhF0VHI/AAAAAAAAAzk/5CTd5Jo4AEk/s320/DSC00815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249828918075348082" 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/SNowkHFc5UI/AAAAAAAAAx8/QjlSv3VXQiQ/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNowkHFc5UI/AAAAAAAAAx8/QjlSv3VXQiQ/s320/DSC00816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249561712589071682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are actually trying to imitate....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/80/46/11146408/1_910712519l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 357px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/80/46/11146408/1_910712519l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our sayang, TerBobo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNowueo8VbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/IlHX2sWxv1w/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNowueo8VbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/IlHX2sWxv1w/s320/DSC00817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249561890710640050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNoxMbjC2zI/AAAAAAAAAyU/bqwP8mzH1fU/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNoxMbjC2zI/AAAAAAAAAyU/bqwP8mzH1fU/s320/DSC00823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562405276670770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us&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/SNow8GIMPzI/AAAAAAAAAyM/KYnx6OsmsBk/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNow8GIMPzI/AAAAAAAAAyM/KYnx6OsmsBk/s320/DSC00822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562124648988466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A sneak peek of the environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This cafe is located at Taman Connaught call Cafe Fun OK. You might wonder why the weird name. Actually this is the direct translation of their cantonese name, "Fan O Kay" ( Going Home). I didn't get it at first either, lol.&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/SNsk4wMnHXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/bmQ3HXMSv1I/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNsk4wMnHXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/bmQ3HXMSv1I/s320/DSC00828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249830348059516274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TerBobo&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/SNslJcXqu7I/AAAAAAAAAz0/MrnLGrtQ_SQ/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNslJcXqu7I/AAAAAAAAAz0/MrnLGrtQ_SQ/s320/DSC00830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249830634794957746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn. I don't know why always the sexy pose&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/SNoxyLwWuAI/AAAAAAAAAys/vtsRlbsHJxo/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNoxyLwWuAI/AAAAAAAAAys/vtsRlbsHJxo/s320/DSC00831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249563053872560130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are trying to hard. Ignore this please.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNox9miYFFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/y_qJatd_nlU/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNox9miYFFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/y_qJatd_nlU/s320/DSC00832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249563250040247378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look like a fish over here =.=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNoyJBvOZAI/AAAAAAAAAy8/AQ4yHOqQ42U/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNoyJBvOZAI/AAAAAAAAAy8/AQ4yHOqQ42U/s320/DSC00833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249563446320456706" 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/SNoyUQrdxSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/-ir7UEP3qC8/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNoyUQrdxSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/-ir7UEP3qC8/s320/DSC00836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249563639309780258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, as I mention in my previous I had another short hair cut and color-ed it. Wonder how I look like? Okay, I know you don't. But I still want to show you guys anyway.&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/SNoyfmcWoFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/sBl4erAVlDg/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNoyfmcWoFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/sBl4erAVlDg/s320/DSC00850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249563834130538578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muka besar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I took it in another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/SNoyscYEaYI/AAAAAAAAAzU/2MLGwdAz6K0/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNoyscYEaYI/AAAAAAAAAzU/2MLGwdAz6K0/s320/DSC00853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249564054766512514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does it looks betta now? Hmm? Hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so vain, I know. Bear with me, or not, just click the 'X' button, on the top at the very right hand side of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&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/SNsnCatn79I/AAAAAAAAAz8/i4PKjxUdT5o/s1600-h/f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNsnCatn79I/AAAAAAAAAz8/i4PKjxUdT5o/s320/f7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249832713114349522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a good day you guys.&lt;br /&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&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/1732144068212594229-4237490614083168028?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4237490614083168028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=4237490614083168028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4237490614083168028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4237490614083168028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-so-superhuman.html' title='I Feel So Superhuman'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNsjlhF0VHI/AAAAAAAAAzk/5CTd5Jo4AEk/s72-c/DSC00815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2834119527552590493</id><published>2008-09-20T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T05:27:56.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You, Three Simple Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God you're okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God you're safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one second I was so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of losing you. Those words that are left unsaid. Those words that I want to tell you so much. I was afraid I never have a chance to say it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those worthless fights we have. All those time, when I could only think of your worst, and never get around to appreciate you at your best. Heart fill with regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to thank god for giving me the second chance. Giving us the second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNTrk9rvJoI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yvosjQdO9i0/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNTrk9rvJoI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yvosjQdO9i0/s320/DSC00747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248078486059296386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&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/1732144068212594229-2834119527552590493?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2834119527552590493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=2834119527552590493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2834119527552590493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2834119527552590493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-you-three-simple-words.html' title='I Love You, Three Simple Words'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SNTrk9rvJoI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yvosjQdO9i0/s72-c/DSC00747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-4329592492969294636</id><published>2008-09-16T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T04:32:37.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cut and color-ed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is VERY SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face look more round, fatter and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEPRESS LO! Till I can't take pictures :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MrTan&lt;/span&gt;'s car was dented cause some stupid motorcyclist whom I assume without any skills of riding a motorcycle bumped into his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; ~vEї   luN~  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; ~vEї   luN~  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yea i heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; ~vEї   luN~  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sure sam tong la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  Insanity   says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-____________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; ~vEї   luN~  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i think if u kena langgar he also wont be so sam tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-4329592492969294636?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4329592492969294636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=4329592492969294636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4329592492969294636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4329592492969294636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cut-and-color-ed-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2637838531412437712</id><published>2008-09-13T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:28:25.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell My Friend</title><content type='html'>So, update on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Margaret's farewell dinner&lt;/span&gt;! Yep, she is leaving to UK for the second time and this time it will be two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner in Milwaukee in Balakong. Never heard of that place before, but when I asked my friends about it, they said&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foods okay, service TERRIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and experienced it and no, the services there were actually quite good. We got our foods like in a few minutes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place is kind of like a high class mamak? I mean, on the ground floor. Then the first floor are like some what grand restaurant with a live band. Cool right? Two different environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, Ling, Cf and me reached there around 8 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;which are way too late, as Michelle claims they will be late too =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ordered our food and everything and I had&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Garden Salad&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange juice&lt;/span&gt;. No, no pictures people, but I will try to make it a habit la. Lol. Anyway, their glasses for juices are like way too long. Short people like me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt; need to sit up very straight and maybe lift my butt a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tinyy&lt;/span&gt; bit only can reach the straw =.= So for short people, if you guys are having dinner there, er, don't order&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; juice&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the environment there is quite nice, suitable for couple actually. No, no pictures, I know! I will make it a habit to take pictures okay? Don't fret and whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, that place is a nice place for couple, and also if you want to confess your love to some girl/guy. You could even ask the live band to sing a love song for her/him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, but please remember, ONLY profress your love to her when there are no big bunch of people having dinner over there laughing and talking loudly like they own that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we are one bunch of mood spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle: Look around you la, so many couple around you know. We spoil their mood only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we just ruined some guy big chance to profress his love to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Boy : Actually, there is one thing I wanna tell you for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Girl : Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Boy : I....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*at the same time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Us   : HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la couples of that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dinner goes on, I got very '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt;' even without alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The live band was singing 'Ai Wo Bie Zhou' and I didn't realize I was saying out that loud, that even the two singers can hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a while I got kind of high, and end up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sharon went up to the stage to sing with the guy singer with my friends chanttering away "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vee Yee Vee Yee&lt;/span&gt;" before I went up stage =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, went yumcha with Michelle and Ling at Steven's Corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle being me and ling's driver for that night. Thank a lot babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, my blog so boring right. No pictures, only words. I will get those pictures from Margaret soon la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't want to keep you guys bored.&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/SMt13mRIRMI/AAAAAAAAAxk/SOflT7fHrmQ/s1600-h/DSC00791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SMt13mRIRMI/AAAAAAAAAxk/SOflT7fHrmQ/s320/DSC00791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245415789028721858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There, a picture of me. Happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE MARGARET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-2637838531412437712?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2637838531412437712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=2637838531412437712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2637838531412437712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2637838531412437712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/farewell-my-friend.html' title='Farewell My Friend'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SMt13mRIRMI/AAAAAAAAAxk/SOflT7fHrmQ/s72-c/DSC00791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2101308399389853903</id><published>2008-09-08T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T06:32:06.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New baby car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SMUpOow0RmI/AAAAAAAAAxc/J63Cigr2uXE/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SMUpOow0RmI/AAAAAAAAAxc/J63Cigr2uXE/s320/DSC00749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243642672579888738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New baby car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SMUoTIeiOEI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3B8FJALkeyo/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SMUoTIeiOEI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3B8FJALkeyo/s320/DSC00750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243641650300991554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New companion (:&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/1732144068212594229-2101308399389853903?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2101308399389853903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=2101308399389853903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2101308399389853903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2101308399389853903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-baby-car.html' title='New baby car'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SMUpOow0RmI/AAAAAAAAAxc/J63Cigr2uXE/s72-c/DSC00749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-7933407916946149354</id><published>2008-09-05T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T03:08:19.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANTM Season 11 is on! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell yeahhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be stuck in front of the computer with ANTM and Project Runway Season 5. I so love YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I hate about ANTM is when the girls always shout like mad women over petty things, eg: when they receive mail =.= OKAY, if you give me one million dollar, I will shout like a crazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; **************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MrTan&lt;/span&gt; got his car!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back Seremban with him to get the car. It's a nice black turtle car, lol. Pictures of it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Money No Enough 2&lt;/span&gt; and cry like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That movie is damn worthy. You guys, go watch if you haven't (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I was sitting next to this girl in cinema and she did the most ANNOYING thing in cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone ringing and talk loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF, man. Happened twice you know. I turned around and say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Shut your f***ing phone up, b***h! You don't know manners in cinema izzit? Watch at your own home la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just kidding la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say that of course but I just look at her just to let her know it's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout this, I remember there's once I went for a briefing for this job for Kent's and there's this girl that is soooo rude man! O wait, sorry, I think she's an aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her phone was ringing non stop. Like, right in the middle of briefing le. So damn rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays have a thing about phone. Switch on silent at times when you need to la please. This is common curtesy. Scare people don't know you got a phone? Or you think your ringtone is very cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To emphasize again, watch Money No Enough 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-7933407916946149354?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7933407916946149354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=7933407916946149354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7933407916946149354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7933407916946149354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/antm-season-11-is-on-hell-yeahhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-6019890673378848472</id><published>2008-09-01T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:06:17.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hola Hola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the wedding dinner at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The Nobel Banquet&lt;/span&gt;, somewhere around KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a total &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mayhem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to wear Michelle's black-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;gold &lt;/span&gt;dress. I passed it to my mum and asked her to help me stitch back some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coming-off&lt;/span&gt; laces because it was unflattering. I mean, how would I look like with laces dangling off my armpit area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after she finished it, she helped to iron the dress, and half way through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ah Girl, why your friend's dress got one hole at the bottom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Horror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"OMG! What happened?????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally panic and tried on the dress, and dammit! The hole is so visible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how the damn hole was made, coz as I remember, I kept the dress inside the plastic bag all along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly text Michelle to apologize, and I feel terrible coz I know she loves that dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. I will be sending that dress to tailor later, and hopefully she could work some miracle on it =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with only 5 hours away and I got&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt; freaking dress to wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cf's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; red &lt;/span&gt;dress doesn't fit me quite right, and I totally have no dress to wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, I texted MrTan, and he picked me up. Then we went for dress hunting at the Connaught Giant with Michelle.  Those shops are not in Giant la, it's below it la, if you are thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can go shopping at GIANT, the supermarket for dress???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one hour or so, I got a decent &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; dress and I could get ready in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jy's place and after waiting for everyone, we went to the banquet around 5-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, at first I felt kinda&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; isolated&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; strange&lt;/span&gt; bcoz everyone has get along, and I am like an outsider (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually in some ways, I am, lol&lt;/span&gt;). I think it is coz of my lack of socializing skills. I don't know why I kinda get twitchy and will be very self conscious if I am around MrTan's family company (except with his eldest sister). I don't wanna say something to offend people, and also let them think I am a very rude lady =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon, along the night, things are okay, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foods are great, and we all look nice at that night! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some pictures from my phone! And it is only me and MrTan, because pictures with the bride and bridegroom are all in other people's camera. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*paiseh*&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/SLzINU4VJxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Pwip1cS9URQ/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLzINU4VJxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Pwip1cS9URQ/s320/DSC00738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241284197621245714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;you (:&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/SLzIZF6juFI/AAAAAAAAAwc/MeIZlxsEfeg/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLzIZF6juFI/AAAAAAAAAwc/MeIZlxsEfeg/s320/DSC00740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241284399762487378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yours sincerely&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/SLzIorxfnKI/AAAAAAAAAwk/jazZvlktJzo/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLzIorxfnKI/AAAAAAAAAwk/jazZvlktJzo/s320/DSC00741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241284667623054498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLzI2x1s49I/AAAAAAAAAws/w9p5EGEtUfY/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLzI2x1s49I/AAAAAAAAAws/w9p5EGEtUfY/s320/DSC00744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241284909769483218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLzI_rd2wfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/xrHS6RaHohQ/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLzI_rd2wfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/xrHS6RaHohQ/s320/DSC00745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241285062677676530" 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/SLzJJihGTjI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tKBrq1bJVEQ/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLzJJihGTjI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tKBrq1bJVEQ/s320/DSC00746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241285232074051122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad photography skills &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/SLzJTYCiYHI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qrjcGhyriRk/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLzJTYCiYHI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qrjcGhyriRk/s320/DSC00747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241285401060204658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His face is actually very red after a few drinks and I think my cheeks are very red too. Must be the red wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, went back to Jy's place to chill for awhile and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night, I think.&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-6019890673378848472?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6019890673378848472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=6019890673378848472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5686365528475666847</id><published>2008-08-31T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T07:17:13.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If our love was a fairy tale, I would charge in and rescue you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9v6h14_my4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9v6h14_my4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our love was a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I would charge in and rescue you&lt;br /&gt;On a yacht baby we would sail&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we’d say I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we had babies they would look like you&lt;br /&gt;It’d be so beautiful if that came true&lt;br /&gt;You don’t even know how very special you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything good in my life&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t believe that you’re mine&lt;br /&gt;You just walked out of one of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful you’re leaving me&lt;br /&gt;Breathless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if our love was a story book&lt;br /&gt;We would meet on the very first page&lt;br /&gt;The last chapter would be about&lt;br /&gt;How I’m thankful for the life we’ve made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we had babies they would have your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I would fall deeper watching you give life&lt;br /&gt;You don’t even know how very special you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You must have been sent from heaven to earth to change me&lt;br /&gt;You’re like an angel&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I feel is stronger than love believe me&lt;br /&gt;You’re something special&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that I’ll one day deserve what you’ve given me&lt;br /&gt;But all I can do is try&lt;br /&gt;Every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shayne Ward- Breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is just so beautiful, just like our love (: Love you honey pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-5686365528475666847?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-6813644220109434635</id><published>2008-08-28T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:32:47.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black-Gold Dress</title><content type='html'>Next week will be MrTan's bro's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nervous lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I THINK I will be will be wearing Michelle's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; black-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tube dress OR Cf's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; dress. Anyway, they are THE only both dresses I have. I don't want to wear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; and that's the only color I have for my dress. People's wedding wear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; damn pantang one right? Esp when his bro is VERY superstitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Decisions decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O and MrTan is getting his black Savvy next week! Super Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a crazy sign for him and it suits him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLZtode6ipI/AAAAAAAAAvc/tPipOvXn498/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLZtode6ipI/AAAAAAAAAvc/tPipOvXn498/s320/DSC00735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239495758368639634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He claims that he will wash it every week and of course, I doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wanna buy a really soft and comfortable bean bag to put inside his car. For me la of course =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Sg Wang with my sista together to accompany her to buy her stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Sg Wang just gives me headache. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this guy in this food stall that just doesn't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Walking past*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Leng lui, ah leng lui, wanna buy anot? Very nice wan ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Me and sis shake heads and smile politely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Really don't want ah? Really very nice wan ah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Walk inside shop*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Really don't want ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dah sampai shop inside he is still persuading us. =.= Some people just don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of me and Ban in an empty class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLZuQaXwKhI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6a0d2wgWvsw/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLZuQaXwKhI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6a0d2wgWvsw/s320/DSC00707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239496444728060434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLZuaBY37cI/AAAAAAAAAvs/GPJyntRgYH8/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLZuaBY37cI/AAAAAAAAAvs/GPJyntRgYH8/s320/DSC00708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239496609820569026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is trying to imitate me&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/SLZumY6fP8I/AAAAAAAAAv0/KfjGyRAlRjg/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLZumY6fP8I/AAAAAAAAAv0/KfjGyRAlRjg/s320/DSC00710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239496822294003650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLZu5drgZJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lnLmzT5qEu8/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLZu5drgZJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lnLmzT5qEu8/s320/DSC00712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239497149990855826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We could never take a decent pic for long really.&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/SLZvRnLsJ3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/RoLWeH7qN1E/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLZvRnLsJ3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/RoLWeH7qN1E/s320/DSC00719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239497564858623858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try to act sexay and failed miserably. O, on the second thought Ban is really sexay, in her own ways right? Haha&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/SLZvaYX4ODI/AAAAAAAAAwM/0YRg7dkoFxg/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLZvaYX4ODI/AAAAAAAAAwM/0YRg7dkoFxg/s320/DSC00720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239497715502037042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In shades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xOxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1732144068212594229-6813644220109434635?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6813644220109434635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=6813644220109434635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6813644220109434635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/6813644220109434635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/black-gold-dress.html' title='Black-Gold Dress'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLZtode6ipI/AAAAAAAAAvc/tPipOvXn498/s72-c/DSC00735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-437560202583094817</id><published>2008-08-23T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:28:25.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dedication</title><content type='html'>I think I've been cursed nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So damn bad luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lovely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; computer screw up with my assignment in it. Bloody hell. Plus, I didn't save it in my pendrive! Just this once didn't save then comp kong =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So what to do, re-do whole thing la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now using Ban's laptop. She basically just saved my life. And what she asked for return? SUBWAY. Even though I don't favour it (&lt;em&gt;coz it's too damn big, and my jaw hurts everytime I eat it&lt;/em&gt;), I would do it for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I swear, bad things keep happening nowadays. Maybe it's coz I am not devoted to Buddha God =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to self : Pray to God every single day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This post is to make a shout out for two Leo's babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First stop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY LOO PEI LING (22ND AUGUST)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237915108035068338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLDQCgIVAbI/AAAAAAAAAvU/K9BA6z8Fqxo/s320/DSC00273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Way Back Then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This girl is my BFF, and she's the sweetest thing. Always been there for me through my ups and downs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Love her to bits (: Hope you have a great birthday this year, darling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry la cannot teman you whole day. If not bcoz of the stupid comp.... Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next baby,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY ADELINE SUNG PEI HWAN! (23 AUGUST)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-162.friendster.com/e1/photos/26/19/6739162/455012860l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is ma college buddy and she cracks the lamest joke. ESP, the salted fish leg =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And her most famous fact about her, &lt;strong&gt;dia tak suka makan bawang&lt;/strong&gt;. "&lt;em&gt;Ne, maggi mee goreng tanpa bawang.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haven't been hanging out with her for AGES, coz of the different course. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have a great birthday, and o, I miss your &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nintendo DS Lite&lt;/span&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-437560202583094817?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/437560202583094817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=437560202583094817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/437560202583094817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/437560202583094817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-dedication.html' title='Happy Birthday Dedication'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SLDQCgIVAbI/AAAAAAAAAvU/K9BA6z8Fqxo/s72-c/DSC00273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-477475104967427393</id><published>2008-08-20T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T02:40:00.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnin' Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SKvdm_1M5aI/AAAAAAAAAvE/-brResjNhy4/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SKvdm_1M5aI/AAAAAAAAAvE/-brResjNhy4/s320/DSC00696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236522653787678114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ello Belloz, human!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, I have decided to post a picture of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; at the very beginning of this post =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing my assignment which is due on next Monday. Very lazy la. I think it is coz of the 3 months holiday I had. Everyday, I dread of going to college and doing assignment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mau kahwin orang kaya sudahlah, kan?&lt;/span&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watched movie&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; yesterday &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yesh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;La Lingerie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mummy:Tomb of Dragon Emperor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both movie&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn right disappointing&lt;/span&gt;, especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Mummy&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't even bother to check whether the name is right. The first two was damn awesome and I am so looking forward to this trilogy, even with all the bad comments. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know la. Maybe mummy and China just doesn't fit right. I mean, some part is just weird and childish. Like the part where Jet Li could transform himself into monsters. I am like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huh?!&lt;/span&gt; Damn childish lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Lingerie&lt;/span&gt; is just some typical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hong Kong-not-so-famous movie &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex and The City wannabe&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't even want to watch it in the first place, coz I know how it will turn out to be. Plus, the movie is like all over the place. They tried to make the movie about four different women and failed miserably. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MrTan&lt;/span&gt; is the one insist in watching it (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet it is coz his favourite Stephy Tang is the heroin of the show&lt;/span&gt;) One thing I did like about this show is the Antonio guy which is so full of himself. Lol. He was pretty funny and I really wanna meet this kind of person in my life so that I could kick his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wall-E&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money Not Enough 2&lt;/span&gt;. Singapore movies rock my socks =) Even better than Hong Kong movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/6973/walle1nc7.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 170px;" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/6973/walle1nc7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gsc.com.my/2007/movies/img/3moneynoenough200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 172px;" src="http://www.gsc.com.my/2007/movies/img/3moneynoenough200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to have holiday, holiday and more holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xOxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-477475104967427393?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/477475104967427393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=477475104967427393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/477475104967427393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/477475104967427393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/burnin-up.html' title='Burnin&apos; Up'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SKvdm_1M5aI/AAAAAAAAAvE/-brResjNhy4/s72-c/DSC00696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3087114831611817444</id><published>2008-08-15T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:19:22.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Moments</title><content type='html'>I just try to make a hotdog omelette for breakfast and failed &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;miserably&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than looking&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; like a delicious and decent omelette&lt;/span&gt;, it turns out to be like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a piece of egg with hotdogs growing out of places&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna buck up my cooking skills. The closest decent meal I think I can make is American Breakfast. I'll throw in spaghetti too. But who can't cook a simple instant spaghetti right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. My road to become a good housewife is so far away that I couldn't see any signs at all =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not good not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in an unrelated matter, Tan (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MrTan&lt;/span&gt;, another Tan&lt;/span&gt;), sent me a pile of pictures of us during high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much pictures of me during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; times and when I look at those pile.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo funny, that I couldn't even believe that was ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe it was me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaman of my most unflattering moment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I just couldn't resist on posting this particular picture coz it is god damn funny. At least to me it is. Plus, you can see my tortoise+nerdy face when I was 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to see it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SKZn_TqSP5I/AAAAAAAAAu8/uqPbZlmGXug/s1600-h/IMG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SKZn_TqSP5I/AAAAAAAAAu8/uqPbZlmGXug/s320/IMG_1975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234985954171830162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta-dah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, you can start&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; laughing out loud&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I look like when I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not proud of it but still, it was really ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, enough bout me, the guy in this pic is Nigel, and the other girl is Ling Ling. You could see clearly that he is enjoying the moment of being tortured by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at those pictures really bought back a lot of memories of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss it much, unlike some people who really love their times in their high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah, I still enjoy my high school life, you know with my friends and all, but not to the extend I miss them so bloody much that I hope time stops there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think comparing me and my tortoise time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I grew up a lot&lt;/span&gt;. That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys have fun thinking back of your times in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;xOxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-3087114831611817444?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3087114831611817444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=3087114831611817444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3087114831611817444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3087114831611817444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/high-school-moments.html' title='High School Moments'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SKZn_TqSP5I/AAAAAAAAAu8/uqPbZlmGXug/s72-c/IMG_1975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-7663338652513618135</id><published>2008-08-15T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T05:32:06.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sush- seeeeee</title><content type='html'>I wanna go to cinemaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the chair they have over there, the smell of their carpet and their big movie screen badly =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last movie was HellBoy 2. How can this be???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, prices for all stuffs are like shooting high. Woah. So expensive la those stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly pray that Sushi King doesn't raise their prices. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please please please&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Sushi Zanmai yesterday with Ban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, sushi is the best thing happen on earth. Yum Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MrTan says that the only way to feed my appetite for sushi is to open one sushi shop for me.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*eyes grow big and nods head approvingly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hang out with MrTan today and watch Sex and The City (dvd). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy wanna blog la, so just a short update =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-7663338652513618135?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7663338652513618135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=7663338652513618135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7663338652513618135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7663338652513618135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/sush-seeeeee.html' title='Sush- seeeeee'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-8168647880281450180</id><published>2008-08-10T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T04:38:27.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Week</title><content type='html'>Crap, this whole week has been like my worst week in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have this accident with this little kid. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God he is okay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will be driving in the the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean,really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diarrhoea + Fever + Nausea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I finish my presentation for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O wait, this week has yet to be worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow class from 1230 straight till 630 without a single break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Mondays =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-8168647880281450180?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8168647880281450180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=8168647880281450180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8168647880281450180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8168647880281450180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/worst-week.html' title='Worst Week'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-7680492989634546220</id><published>2008-08-03T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:39:05.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got tagged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Omg, this is like what, my first time to do tag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway got tag by my beautiful friend, Claire =D Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six things I’m passionate about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My hair. I am obsess with it currently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-All the pretty shoes in the world. I pamper them like my own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-All the bags in the world. I don't know what would I do without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;-My studies (I am bloody serious. I made a resolution to study every week!)&lt;br /&gt;-My boyfriend and family.&lt;br /&gt;-My Lip Gloss. Can't live without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six things I say too often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Okie dokey.&lt;br /&gt;-Heyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;-OMG&lt;br /&gt;-Are you serious?? (after OMG)&lt;br /&gt;-Haha&lt;br /&gt;-Muacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six books I’ve read recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-The Matchbreaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Can you keep a secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-Financial Management (Hell, I am serious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-Shopaholic and Sister&lt;br /&gt;-Shopaholic Abroad&lt;br /&gt;-Does comic book count? Sin Chan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six songs I can listen to again and again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Leona Lewis - Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;-Jewel- Time after Time&lt;br /&gt;-Estelle ft Kanye West - American Boy (The beat is damn nice)&lt;br /&gt;-Duffy - Mercy (Hell yeahhhh)&lt;br /&gt;-Nelly Furtado - All good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;-Fang Da Tong - Wang Le Wan Mei (This song is effing nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six things I learnt in the past year &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-This world is full of hypocrite and two faces people. Better watch your back.&lt;br /&gt;-How to deal with very hard and sensitive issues.&lt;br /&gt;-I learnt that actually I am a very patience person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Working in Maxis teach me alot of stuffs inside there. Their management and stuffs like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-How to play rammi!! The best game on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Heineken is a very nice beer. I love the taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Six people to tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Phik Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Doris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Bobo Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-ZeMei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Pathetic. I don't have enough 6 person to tag. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-7680492989634546220?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7680492989634546220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=7680492989634546220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7680492989634546220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7680492989634546220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/six-tag.html' title='Six Tag'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3242131786279777693</id><published>2008-07-30T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:33:56.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short hair feedback</title><content type='html'>Wanna see me in my new hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SJBePILtKmI/AAAAAAAAAuk/aEeVFD2Ls1U/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SJBePILtKmI/AAAAAAAAAuk/aEeVFD2Ls1U/s320/DSC00638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228782781364775522" 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://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SJBekQ9PRUI/AAAAAAAAAus/gz8hvDUOzK0/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SJBekQ9PRUI/AAAAAAAAAus/gz8hvDUOzK0/s320/DSC00640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228783144497268034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta-dah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone says the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam budak kecik la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I do look like budak kecik. Probably if you bring me go clubbing confirm kena check IC! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got alot of negative comments on these new hairstyle la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macam budak kecik la, Look fatter la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True true. What you all said is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take in all your comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I actually like the new hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is something really new and I never tried it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't cut my hair to please you. I cut my hair so I could feel good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thank you all for the comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my hair =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-3242131786279777693?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3242131786279777693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=3242131786279777693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3242131786279777693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3242131786279777693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/short-hair-feedback.html' title='Short hair feedback'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SJBePILtKmI/AAAAAAAAAuk/aEeVFD2Ls1U/s72-c/DSC00638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-1105132734059001609</id><published>2008-07-29T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T05:10:55.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequences of an unflattering haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM30 + Really short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SI8IUqq0bvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/hCP-xvsXSxA/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SI8IUqq0bvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/hCP-xvsXSxA/s320/DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228406843544727282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye Bye Long Hair (before it became horrible)&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://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SI8GFxSsdJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/IZNaCz2hp2I/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SI8GFxSsdJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/IZNaCz2hp2I/s320/DSC00623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228404388601296018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly Hair Being Snip Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SI8HZzi8VMI/AAAAAAAAAuM/fUx_gTgzf_Q/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SI8HZzi8VMI/AAAAAAAAAuM/fUx_gTgzf_Q/s320/DSC00631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228405832315327682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SI8H205-NVI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ZTATqq8fzBY/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SI8H205-NVI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ZTATqq8fzBY/s320/DSC00632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228406330896561490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost Almost there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha. That's all the pics I have for my new short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don't camwhore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time got take pics only put it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this guy who cut my hair is call Lois in APT (Pandan Indah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is actually quite good and I am promoting him to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go look for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-1105132734059001609?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1105132734059001609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=1105132734059001609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1105132734059001609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1105132734059001609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/short-hair.html' title='Short Hair'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SI8IUqq0bvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/hCP-xvsXSxA/s72-c/DSC00041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-609920749908452627</id><published>2008-07-27T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T06:32:02.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Shape Pockets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Put some loves in my heart shape pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, I am officially starting my classes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what is the best thing to start off the first day of my college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MR MANUFACTU-LING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will be getting him for both lectures and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 and a half hour of whole lot of manufactu-ling and his famous handwritting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which is sooooo nice that we could hardly read what he writes. Guess we are really stupid, or everyone has to change their glasses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sigh.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, went to KLCC today with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine and Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;. Had lunch and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally break the promise and bought one with cute little heart shape pockets tube top from Topshop. I am putting the blame on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Jasmine Leong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O O O! And I drove to KLCC today! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*smugness*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, you will be thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"After like what, 2 years getting license, now only get all excited bout driving?? Puh-lease."&lt;/span&gt; I know you guys are thinking bout that cause I can read the bubbles coming out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't my fault! My parents totally forbid me from touching the car, but recently, they sorta gave in. After like what, 2 long years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention both Jas and Tiff are laughing like hell when I am doing parking in the Avenue K parking lot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random : Jasmine Leong is a bimbo that waste her food and complain bout people giving out flyers coz according to her,'we have to save trees'. Ironic, isn't it? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Raise eyebrows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all good at the end, we had fun, so I am waiting for another time girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIx2k49d00I/AAAAAAAAAt8/VfM8_9n_-s4/s1600-h/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIx2k49d00I/AAAAAAAAAt8/VfM8_9n_-s4/s320/DSC00036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227683643607864130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hug Me Tight&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/1732144068212594229-609920749908452627?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/609920749908452627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=609920749908452627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/609920749908452627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/609920749908452627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/heart-shape-pockets.html' title='Heart Shape Pockets'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIx2k49d00I/AAAAAAAAAt8/VfM8_9n_-s4/s72-c/DSC00036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3417817681389355554</id><published>2008-07-26T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T02:57:38.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>I had another ugly haircut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't why I am always getting a bad haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what are the consequences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending another RM100+ to straighten my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next time just leave my hair long till butt la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-3417817681389355554?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3417817681389355554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=3417817681389355554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3417817681389355554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3417817681389355554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-109216787297710318</id><published>2008-07-23T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:36:54.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxis Girls.</title><content type='html'>OLA OLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know wanna blog about what so I think will just pad out with pictures of me and my chumps in Maxis KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you all will be feast with all leng lui pictures okay???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*clears throat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, memperkenalkan semua perempuan yang cantik-cantik belaka di Maxis KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lee Kit Yee aka The Biggest Bitch of Mine&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://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcEwYGeIJI/AAAAAAAAArE/MIr3jkO2utM/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcEwYGeIJI/AAAAAAAAArE/MIr3jkO2utM/s320/Photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226151121736573074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sepia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcFEdSfx_I/AAAAAAAAArM/BVR6n8gd0IU/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcFEdSfx_I/AAAAAAAAArM/BVR6n8gd0IU/s320/Photo+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226151466726574066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcFtmvyP7I/AAAAAAAAArs/dPjSW1BdwRw/s1600-h/DSC00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcFtmvyP7I/AAAAAAAAArs/dPjSW1BdwRw/s320/DSC00103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226152173639974834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look totally cannot make it in this pic, but I'll post it anyway, coz the opportunity of bitch looking prettier than me is like what, one in a million? HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcGM8PrNwI/AAAAAAAAAr0/DMiHI0j8g4c/s1600-h/DSC00105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcGM8PrNwI/AAAAAAAAAr0/DMiHI0j8g4c/s320/DSC00105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226152711986820866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcGaDCTveI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KBRMOK3QtVY/s1600-h/Photo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcGaDCTveI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KBRMOK3QtVY/s320/Photo+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226152937148104162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have our times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcFdBdVruI/AAAAAAAAArc/77ZhOkRo7U0/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcFdBdVruI/AAAAAAAAArc/77ZhOkRo7U0/s320/Photo+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226151888752586466" 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://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcFjeov6yI/AAAAAAAAArk/HTshf-SNObc/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcFjeov6yI/AAAAAAAAArk/HTshf-SNObc/s320/Photo+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226151999664286498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDDIE THE FATTY&lt;/span&gt;. Revenge is sweeeettttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O! And all those pictures with effect are taken with a MAC comp! How cool is that! MAC comp can totally to be die for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to perempuan cantik. Second chump is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DILLA aka The Short Cute One&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://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcBJSUBogI/AAAAAAAAAp0/YlJitBvvMhg/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcBJSUBogI/AAAAAAAAAp0/YlJitBvvMhg/s320/DSC00529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226147151633031682" 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://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcJKXdXRiI/AAAAAAAAAts/n5sGgmcJEpE/s1600-h/DSC00182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcJKXdXRiI/AAAAAAAAAts/n5sGgmcJEpE/s320/DSC00182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226155966287267362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcI-ULFyII/AAAAAAAAAtk/lD3CNecd1t0/s1600-h/DSC00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcI-ULFyII/AAAAAAAAAtk/lD3CNecd1t0/s320/DSC00178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226155759246887042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both of us selalu terlalu glamor untuk mengambil gambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She is like my second shortest friend (First place belongs to Liew Phik Yin.Lol.) Believe me when I say she is very short. She is one hell of a cute girl with alot of boys swarming around her. Proud to say that she is my darling. Wahahaha. You can feel jealous of me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JEAN the PRETTY+GLAMOR+CUTE+......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcEXiv9ivI/AAAAAAAAAq0/OhZhppXJ86g/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcEXiv9ivI/AAAAAAAAAq0/OhZhppXJ86g/s320/DSC00553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226150695098223346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one girl with alot of facial expression. Plus, she is very pretty *dreamy eyes* I am jealous of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcED9tRdtI/AAAAAAAAAqs/WlwST7kMjn4/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcED9tRdtI/AAAAAAAAAqs/WlwST7kMjn4/s320/DSC00549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226150358737319634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcD1BrG-wI/AAAAAAAAAqk/4xlE9xjRX0M/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcD1BrG-wI/AAAAAAAAAqk/4xlE9xjRX0M/s320/DSC00548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226150102103948034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcCF6vEZOI/AAAAAAAAAqU/z4br5FL-S88/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcCF6vEZOI/AAAAAAAAAqU/z4br5FL-S88/s320/DSC00546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226148193276028130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcB1NkKq4I/AAAAAAAAAqM/U0I9yrYAt1Y/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcB1NkKq4I/AAAAAAAAAqM/U0I9yrYAt1Y/s320/DSC00545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226147906272799618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family portrait (with Ah Sia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I remember this incident with Ah Sia when I knew him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AhSia : *telling story* So they say to my brother 'Ah Sia why you and your little bro.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me     : Why your whole family also call Ah Sia geh? Your parents don't have other name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;             for you all mer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pause* *Laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: You didn't tell her about your name mer? That is their sirname la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me      : =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I suppose to know la right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOCELYN the BLUR ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl who likes to act cute. Lol. And the one who go crazy with me with the MAC comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcAqAA0pzI/AAAAAAAAApU/gw_o28k4ius/s1600-h/DSC00188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcAqAA0pzI/AAAAAAAAApU/gw_o28k4ius/s320/DSC00188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226146614144706354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The decent us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcAxV_eGqI/AAAAAAAAApc/BKNV12mosro/s1600-h/DSC00189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcAxV_eGqI/AAAAAAAAApc/BKNV12mosro/s320/DSC00189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226146740303698594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcA2xLHXTI/AAAAAAAAApk/1C253vQm5Rk/s1600-h/DSC00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcA2xLHXTI/AAAAAAAAApk/1C253vQm5Rk/s320/DSC00194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226146833499643186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acting cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcA9clq6bI/AAAAAAAAAps/wFFVyh31Pa8/s1600-h/DSC00197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcA9clq6bI/AAAAAAAAAps/wFFVyh31Pa8/s320/DSC00197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226146948232964530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sexy us. OMG. I know I am sooo not. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcGj8iXg0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/kOhSRqP2LGY/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcGj8iXg0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/kOhSRqP2LGY/s320/Photo+31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226153107202212674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcGy2VoKKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Dtc9pjq6I9g/s1600-h/Photo+32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcGy2VoKKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Dtc9pjq6I9g/s320/Photo+32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226153363236202658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcG_6jKK1I/AAAAAAAAAsU/WsvKVo3D5Bc/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcG_6jKK1I/AAAAAAAAAsU/WsvKVo3D5Bc/s320/Photo+33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226153587704998738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcHMWdWScI/AAAAAAAAAsc/u-OaUTC5Q6k/s1600-h/Photo+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcHMWdWScI/AAAAAAAAAsc/u-OaUTC5Q6k/s320/Photo+35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226153801355250114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcIvIEBBtI/AAAAAAAAAtc/RqF4_P98z7I/s1600-h/Photo+49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcIvIEBBtI/AAAAAAAAAtc/RqF4_P98z7I/s320/Photo+49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226155498297951954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcHZuLZgDI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Ix0iGz4k3jU/s1600-h/Photo+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcHZuLZgDI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Ix0iGz4k3jU/s320/Photo+37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226154031060713522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcHi5deHiI/AAAAAAAAAss/037qIiBjkCg/s1600-h/Photo+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcHi5deHiI/AAAAAAAAAss/037qIiBjkCg/s320/Photo+39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226154188708126242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcIDMjRP-I/AAAAAAAAAs8/tGIk1c3Ofyo/s1600-h/Photo+42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcIDMjRP-I/AAAAAAAAAs8/tGIk1c3Ofyo/s320/Photo+42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226154743588536290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcIQbzPnJI/AAAAAAAAAtE/0lqJOIuuT8o/s1600-h/Photo+45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcIQbzPnJI/AAAAAAAAAtE/0lqJOIuuT8o/s320/Photo+45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226154971020369042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcH7rDQ8SI/AAAAAAAAAs0/n01T4pGEans/s1600-h/Photo+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcH7rDQ8SI/AAAAAAAAAs0/n01T4pGEans/s320/Photo+41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226154614336844066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear this guy ain't looking at the comp. He is actually checking out the phone next to me, totally ignoring us who are laughing like shit beside him. SALUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcIoLc0ltI/AAAAAAAAAtU/AwsPNZr6eXo/s1600-h/Photo+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcIoLc0ltI/AAAAAAAAAtU/AwsPNZr6eXo/s320/Photo+47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226155378948216530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah Sia's girl, Me, Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Group pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcAR_ft76I/AAAAAAAAApE/917KROd9OxU/s1600-h/DSC00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcAR_ft76I/AAAAAAAAApE/917KROd9OxU/s320/DSC00175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226146201688993698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcAe95IIqI/AAAAAAAAApM/6U3puWnfqRc/s1600-h/DSC00184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcAe95IIqI/AAAAAAAAApM/6U3puWnfqRc/s320/DSC00184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226146424596996770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcBkenztqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/6MQQt0BCb0U/s1600-h/DSC00199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcBkenztqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/6MQQt0BCb0U/s320/DSC00199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226147618793698978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ka Keng!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcCjYSYSrI/AAAAAAAAAqc/_TeBMi8jaWA/s1600-h/DSC00200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcCjYSYSrI/AAAAAAAAAqc/_TeBMi8jaWA/s320/DSC00200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226148699424967346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We managed to ask him to pose =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcPCLuW67I/AAAAAAAAAt0/W8Dv0b9QMNo/s1600-h/DSC00246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcPCLuW67I/AAAAAAAAAt0/W8Dv0b9QMNo/s320/DSC00246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226162422768135090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O wait, maybe another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcIcalCbHI/AAAAAAAAAtM/BXceUemYKZA/s1600-h/Photo+46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcIcalCbHI/AAAAAAAAAtM/BXceUemYKZA/s320/Photo+46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226155176850779250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yours Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy looking at all the pretty girls =D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1732144068212594229-109216787297710318?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109216787297710318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=109216787297710318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/109216787297710318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/109216787297710318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/maxis-girls.html' title='Maxis Girls.'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SIcEwYGeIJI/AAAAAAAAArE/MIr3jkO2utM/s72-c/Photo+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-4092923626379409835</id><published>2008-07-21T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:17:38.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 Months of No Cheong K, No Sushi, No Buying 'Little Harmless Stuffs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-4092923626379409835?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4092923626379409835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=4092923626379409835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4092923626379409835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4092923626379409835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-months-of-no-cheong-k-no-sushi-no.html' title=''/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-7862403501899715680</id><published>2008-07-17T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:14:57.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss The Time We Had</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Greetings Obi Kenobi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where does that comes from, but I like things that rhyme, so there.. Obi Kenobi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsflash, my holiday is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOoooOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooOOOOOOOooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Imagine going back to classes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOOOOOOOOOOOoooOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooOOOOOOOooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am an exaggerating bitch. Well, this is my blog, so you can just shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see what I did in this holiday. Actually I made resolutions for this holiday. And as usual, none of them are achieve. O well.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolutions to do during 3 month holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Sign up for Yoga class&lt;br /&gt;b) Do sit up everyday&lt;br /&gt;c)Work and earn around Rm3k&lt;br /&gt;d)Shopping&lt;br /&gt;e) Buy iPod Nano (Green Color)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) DID NOT even look for Yoga Class around. The most I did is look at the posters they stick on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;b) I did for the first 2 weeks. After that, procrastination kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;c) Work and earn only RM1xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d) I DID IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Could not afford to buy one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think back, I should put in more initiative into the Yogo plan. Damn. Soon, I promise myself, I will take up Yoga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at my blog, I notice a lot of emo posts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt; This is so not me. I, Lim Vee Yee, is not an emo freak! I am serious! I hate being emo. It sucks out alot of my energy, I don't like it at all. Soooo now, I will control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went Genting, again, but this time is with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr Tan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only us =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the post below will be full of our pictures, so embrace yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9FTuWSU9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/tmeWhdTQZTM/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9FTuWSU9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/tmeWhdTQZTM/s320/DSC00577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223970297934402514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9F9NaVZzI/AAAAAAAAAns/_4RMaiNtPOE/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9F9NaVZzI/AAAAAAAAAns/_4RMaiNtPOE/s320/DSC00580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223971010647516978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9Gda_YKJI/AAAAAAAAAn0/yPZbqhAWxVk/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9Gda_YKJI/AAAAAAAAAn0/yPZbqhAWxVk/s320/DSC00581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223971564048361618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me loveeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9HJRqi23I/AAAAAAAAAn8/S8otL7QYOEw/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9HJRqi23I/AAAAAAAAAn8/S8otL7QYOEw/s320/DSC00583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223972317459307378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh........sulking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9HtP0RMPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/7_n1G3ynLzc/s1600-h/DSC00584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9HtP0RMPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/7_n1G3ynLzc/s320/DSC00584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223972935438512370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cable car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9I2f3VzrI/AAAAAAAAAoM/oSPjmuph6BU/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9I2f3VzrI/AAAAAAAAAoM/oSPjmuph6BU/s320/DSC00587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223974193876815538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to cut him off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9Jaw7h2xI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LFoP3wZvjKU/s1600-h/DSC00588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9Jaw7h2xI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LFoP3wZvjKU/s320/DSC00588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223974816933075730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignoring me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reach Genting around 2 and check in Theme Park Hotel. Actually, MrTan called up and book for one queen size room. End up they gave us the quad room with TWO queen size bed. That's okay, and I thought if we book early, we will get the rooms nearer, but still we got room in Valley Wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The most frustrating thing is, housekeeping there SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked in at 1.50 eventhough we are suppose to check in at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the receptionist told us&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'I am sorry to inform you sir but your room is not clean yet. I will contact the housekeeping and ask them to clean the room immediately.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited for one hour, and went for lunch. That time I was quite upset dy. Since the room got customers dy, of coz you faster go clean the room right! Of coz you clean rooms with customers but not a room without any living souls inside right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MrTan bought me out for lunch to chill myself, because frankly, the bitch fit mode is turn on dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came back and it is close to 3 dy, and guess what, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ROOM IS STILL NOT CLEAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&amp;amp;%%$##^&amp;amp;%%$##^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MrTan called down AGAIN and asked them to clean the room AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired and actually planning to take a short nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can't blame me for my bitch mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what time they came??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I.AM.DAMN.PISSED.OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*take a deep breathe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after they FINALLY clean the room, we took a short nap, before going down to First World Plaza for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9KBvLYBoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/FpqhNuaqpmE/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9KBvLYBoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/FpqhNuaqpmE/s320/DSC00592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223975486477567618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was after dinner, we wanted to find somewhere to drink and decided to head off to Cloud9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, end up we pretty much walked around the First World Plaza before heading to the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the first time, we try to find the place, we were in the right track dy, but SOMEONE says wrong direction wo............ *ahem* *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Just follow the Genting Skyway sign then can reach there dy one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"You sure ar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walks half way up escalator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"90% sure wrong way lo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Fine lo, we go down la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally....after god knows how long we found that bar *ahem ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9KhvOmHkI/AAAAAAAAAok/EwvSW-AiNDA/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9KhvOmHkI/AAAAAAAAAok/EwvSW-AiNDA/s320/DSC00595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223976036246888002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we just chill around, and listen to the live band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing my cocktail, order another bottle of Heineken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... on my last sip, I started to get tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally sucks at drinking alcohol lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girl in the live band came to our table and talked to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was tipsy at that time, I keep chatting crap with her. God knows what I said to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that night was ruined =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to walk around Genting and have a heart to heart talk with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MrTan&lt;/span&gt;, but see la, what alcohol did. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, went down KL at 1something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9LPJRXnHI/AAAAAAAAAos/kn3K_VnTK80/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9LPJRXnHI/AAAAAAAAAos/kn3K_VnTK80/s320/DSC00597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223976816331955314" 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://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9M09EiQkI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mIQ5c2LvE8I/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9M09EiQkI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mIQ5c2LvE8I/s320/DSC00599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223978565403558466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am THE Angel. He is THE Devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9N5-AbSqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/QyeNPIgyEwI/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9N5-AbSqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/QyeNPIgyEwI/s320/DSC00601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223979751065733794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely miss the time we had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-7862403501899715680?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7862403501899715680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=7862403501899715680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7862403501899715680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/7862403501899715680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/miss-time-we-had.html' title='Miss The Time We Had'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SH9FTuWSU9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/tmeWhdTQZTM/s72-c/DSC00577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-5659066550560716684</id><published>2008-07-13T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:56:13.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Smile Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SHoWtHcHlGI/AAAAAAAAAnc/LP-tux0lP-Y/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SHoWtHcHlGI/AAAAAAAAAnc/LP-tux0lP-Y/s320/DSC00564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222511682236421218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know I can't smile without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You see I feel sad when you're sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel glad when you're glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just can't smile without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am humming this song whole day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellboy 2 is damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that movie. Selma Blair is hot hot hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it go watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-5659066550560716684?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5659066550560716684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=5659066550560716684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5659066550560716684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/5659066550560716684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-smile-without-you.html' title='Can&apos;t Smile Without You'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SHoWtHcHlGI/AAAAAAAAAnc/LP-tux0lP-Y/s72-c/DSC00564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-1201822430907147772</id><published>2008-07-13T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T04:10:19.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Girls</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be precise the birthday girls are Miss Liew Chiu Foong and Miss Tiffany Lee Kit Yee aka Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't celebrate it YET, but still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SHniOzTWcII/AAAAAAAAAnU/BKr3pDPcf_0/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SHniOzTWcII/AAAAAAAAAnU/BKr3pDPcf_0/s320/DSC00570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222453986830217346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-1201822430907147772?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1201822430907147772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=1201822430907147772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1201822430907147772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1201822430907147772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-girls.html' title='Happy Birthday Girls'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SHniOzTWcII/AAAAAAAAAnU/BKr3pDPcf_0/s72-c/DSC00570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-4137910713743243451</id><published>2008-07-07T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:27:43.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things aren't great at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of thoughts in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To really think of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being so unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-4137910713743243451?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4137910713743243451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=4137910713743243451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4137910713743243451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4137910713743243451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-arent-great-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-8876184210137537866</id><published>2008-07-06T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T07:42:13.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEPRESSING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ears&lt;/span&gt; when I hear those news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so frustrated. Frustrated because we knew what is happening but none of us did anything to help him. Nothing. We just stood aside. And we let it happen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinful&lt;/span&gt;. We are carrying the biggest sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give this shoutout to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ARE YOU A FUCKING SICK PSYCHO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You said you are rich. O wait, here's an idea. Why don't you use the money to educate yourself? Get yourself to some morale school? No? Don't like the idea? Well.... you are living such a sad life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Yesh, I have no problem calling you that, BITCH! You don't fucking earn respect from anyone. Karma. Bitch, karma. What goes around comes around. Don't go crying to people and say you are sorry by that time. To me, you are just a psycho, crazy, stupid bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gain experience this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a pleasant job. But a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me of the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't wanna grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of fucking bitches outside there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Take a deep breath*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-8876184210137537866?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8876184210137537866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=8876184210137537866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8876184210137537866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/8876184210137537866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-4775127255889961936</id><published>2008-06-08T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:32:07.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;im s- s- s sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;im s- s- s sorry&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean to break your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM EMPLOYED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short update coz darn lazy wanna update blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that there's human reading it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autodesk AEC Conference &lt;/span&gt;for a day at Berjaya Times Square Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;free drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;free ice creams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;high pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;job not demanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it.&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://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SEzJ3Qd4aiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/DcMmZm9c4aY/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SEzJ3Qd4aiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/DcMmZm9c4aY/s320/DSC00508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209760820111108642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some peeps I met. Nice and friendly bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are a few photos but lazy wanna upload la. My connection damn lag. I think is their PMS period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am working in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Maxis KLCC Centre&lt;/span&gt; with Bitch. Yesh, back to that place. But this time, I am employed by Maxis and it's pretty scary. Not as flexible as last time I worked there as a promoter. Sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yeah, I am a roamer there. Help people do 3G, MMS, GPRS settings. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a pro dy le!!!&lt;/span&gt; Proud giler =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a pretty boring job. I was there just for the sake of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime by the end of the day, I will be so exhausted that I just wanna crash on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, met some cool peeps there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just post a couple of pictures to let u see who are they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SEzL6fVXx9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/iVpWobSGR3U/s1600-h/DSC00193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SEzL6fVXx9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/iVpWobSGR3U/s320/DSC00193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209763074664810450" 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://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SEzMe472gNI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1SYi8pJa1ZA/s1600-h/DSC00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SEzMe472gNI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1SYi8pJa1ZA/s320/DSC00178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209763700012384466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go figure =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya cantik cantik belaka. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post up others when I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;br /&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/1732144068212594229-4775127255889961936?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4775127255889961936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=4775127255889961936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4775127255889961936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/4775127255889961936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and Burn'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SEzJ3Qd4aiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/DcMmZm9c4aY/s72-c/DSC00508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-1286582575956402150</id><published>2008-05-24T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:19:14.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convent Girls :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the never ending laughs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember when was the last time I laugh till my stomach cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't get me wrong, I still enjoy my life and been loving it too, but today is just..... a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;blast&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to these &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;girls&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://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgZVmrbluI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SMqjwTT7GdE/s1600-h/DSC02327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgZVmrbluI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SMqjwTT7GdE/s320/DSC02327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203937228377265890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left :: front- Hui Wen, back- Phik.  Right:: front- Gui Gui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are one hell of a great friends. I LOVE hanging out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I have not mention them before in my blog. That is because we hung out like one a year! And I have no idea why! I mean, not them, but me hanging out with them *sigh* Sometimes, I take no effort to contact my old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pinch myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must repent and reflect on my mistake! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, abit of introductory.We knew each other in Form 2 at a Convent Jalan Peel &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the sucky school)&lt;/span&gt;. The four of us transferred to that school at that same year! And that's how we know each other, and we've been very close at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when, the three of us (Hui Wen, Gui Yin and me) transferred out during Form 3. Our friendship kinda fade away. No, don't get me wrong. We are just not as close as we used to be, but hey, who says friends meet up once in a while, cannot be close =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today Mr Tan picked me, Phik and Hui Wen up and dropped us at Sg Wang. Thank you, driver ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Gui Gui and took sticker pictures. And what we did in that machine...well..what happened there, stays there *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went Pavillion and have lunch at Sakae Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we met this pervert/weird manager or someone working at that shop O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reckon he is interested in Hui Wen and hates Phik Yin. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Proves that he is interested in Hui Wen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He is flirting with her! In some weird-geek guy of ways!&lt;br /&gt;-He looks at her all the time!&lt;br /&gt;-He VOLUNTEER to take our pictures out of sudden when Hui Wen wanna take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Proves that he hates Phik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When she handed my phone over to him to take pictures, he started to complain bout MY phone. My baby. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;- The second time, he did the same thing, and when Phik says it is actually MY phone, he says 'O, actually this is a nice phone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we sat there updating each other for HOURS. O, and did I mention, we were VERY loud in there. And I mean, VERY loud. They are probably the loudest friends I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgPqmrblVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5vOQSIKkkC8/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgPqmrblVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5vOQSIKkkC8/s320/DSC00486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203926594038240594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgQoWrblWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wXS6G7bZ0y0/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgQoWrblWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wXS6G7bZ0y0/s320/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203927654895162722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phik, Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgRyWrblYI/AAAAAAAAAik/6oPsbkI2mOI/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgRyWrblYI/AAAAAAAAAik/6oPsbkI2mOI/s320/DSC00489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203928926205482370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgRCmrblXI/AAAAAAAAAic/-LChQ-k4zm0/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgRCmrblXI/AAAAAAAAAic/-LChQ-k4zm0/s320/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203928105866728818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgSjmrblaI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-PsCdWM708U/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgSjmrblaI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-PsCdWM708U/s320/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203929772314039714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hui Wen, Phik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgV8WrbllI/AAAAAAAAAkM/jAHErJ5bRNY/s1600-h/DSC02316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgV8WrbllI/AAAAAAAAAkM/jAHErJ5bRNY/s320/DSC02316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203933496050685522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ordering! Anyway, damn cool man these stuffs!&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://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgS1WrblbI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Uieu7oaRVsw/s1600-h/DSC02325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgS1WrblbI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Uieu7oaRVsw/s320/DSC02325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203930077256717746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food is hereeeeee!!! I love japanese foods! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgY5WrblsI/AAAAAAAAAlE/EfhwVXqSvhg/s1600-h/DSC02323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgY5WrblsI/AAAAAAAAAlE/EfhwVXqSvhg/s320/DSC02323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203936743045961410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dig in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgTMGrblcI/AAAAAAAAAjE/LoODm1Xzcwc/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgTMGrblcI/AAAAAAAAAjE/LoODm1Xzcwc/s320/DSC00494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203930468098741698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgTm2rbldI/AAAAAAAAAjM/xLT2QbeSO-w/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgTm2rbldI/AAAAAAAAAjM/xLT2QbeSO-w/s320/DSC00495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203930927660242386" 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://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgT52rbleI/AAAAAAAAAjU/9qVAQyg8aBQ/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgT52rbleI/AAAAAAAAAjU/9qVAQyg8aBQ/s320/DSC00496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203931254077756898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgWEmrblmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/K1-BeJatG2M/s1600-h/DSC02317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgWEmrblmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/K1-BeJatG2M/s320/DSC02317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203933637784606306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gui Gui!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgUMGrblfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/WzbVkHANnUc/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgUMGrblfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/WzbVkHANnUc/s320/DSC00497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203931567610369522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgUg2rblgI/AAAAAAAAAjk/gnev7nE1c3o/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgUg2rblgI/AAAAAAAAAjk/gnev7nE1c3o/s320/DSC00498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203931924092655106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's kinda scary, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgVL2rbliI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ddiCwoX-ts8/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgVL2rbliI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ddiCwoX-ts8/s320/DSC00502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203932662827030050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgVfmrbljI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qMaMmkdBj40/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgVfmrbljI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qMaMmkdBj40/s320/DSC00503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203933002129446450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgVxWrblkI/AAAAAAAAAkE/PfFlJCMZNHo/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgVxWrblkI/AAAAAAAAAkE/PfFlJCMZNHo/s320/DSC00504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203933307072124482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Errrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgbxGrbl6I/AAAAAAAAAm0/Ai7iiPmCPVE/s1600-h/DSC02346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgbxGrbl6I/AAAAAAAAAm0/Ai7iiPmCPVE/s320/DSC02346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203939899846924194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgWSWrblnI/AAAAAAAAAkc/72X7365rURU/s1600-h/DSC02319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgWSWrblnI/AAAAAAAAAkc/72X7365rURU/s320/DSC02319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203933874007807602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgYBGrblpI/AAAAAAAAAks/FNz3MyjBhK0/s1600-h/DSC02321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgYBGrblpI/AAAAAAAAAks/FNz3MyjBhK0/s320/DSC02321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203935776678319762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgYNGrblqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/kZxazikcvvA/s1600-h/DSC02322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgYNGrblqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/kZxazikcvvA/s320/DSC02322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203935982836749986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Working as their cameraman is EXHAUSTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgWc2rbloI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Emrw6kagwbI/s1600-h/DSC02320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgWc2rbloI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Emrw6kagwbI/s320/DSC02320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203934054396434050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha! I love this pic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgZhGrblvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dmB7-WZ2bIw/s1600-h/DSC02328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgZhGrblvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dmB7-WZ2bIw/s320/DSC02328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203937425945761522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgazWrbl1I/AAAAAAAAAmM/92Baj0dHR4s/s1600-h/DSC02337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgazWrbl1I/AAAAAAAAAmM/92Baj0dHR4s/s320/DSC02337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203938838990002002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgZumrblwI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vLXUVkzRp2I/s1600-h/DSC02329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgbkWrbl5I/AAAAAAAAAms/Uu6ow9ohtgY/s320/DSC02343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203939680803592082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgaXGrblzI/AAAAAAAAAl8/curSrH-LSMk/s1600-h/DSC02334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgaXGrblzI/AAAAAAAAAl8/curSrH-LSMk/s320/DSC02334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203938353658697522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgalWrbl0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/hkcpljHexJ0/s1600-h/DSC02336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgalWrbl0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/hkcpljHexJ0/s320/DSC02336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203938598471833410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgZK2rbltI/AAAAAAAAAlM/450i4gfVuuc/s1600-h/DSC02326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgZK2rbltI/AAAAAAAAAlM/450i4gfVuuc/s320/DSC02326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203937043693672146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O, do you know why I look kinda sleepy and all? Cause, one picture we bloody took a few times, from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'different angle'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as wanted by Phik and Hui Wen)&lt;/span&gt;  and I was TIRED of taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I enjoy my day, and hope you enjoy yours!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forgot, I got my results today! Well, it was what I expected, wasn't what I hope for. So.... I guess I am okay with it. It's actually not that bad. I got a big FAT C for Managerial Acc and Business Law. O well, what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s : Man, I am damn fat dy! Urgh. Flabby arms. Shit shit. Needa start workout dy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-1286582575956402150?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1286582575956402150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=1286582575956402150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1286582575956402150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/1286582575956402150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/convent-girls.html' title='Convent Girls :)'/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDgZVmrbluI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SMqjwTT7GdE/s72-c/DSC02327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-2317856672173427606</id><published>2008-05-21T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:50:07.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you did, is just so sweet, and it made me felt, I really mean something to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You, Too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-2317856672173427606?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2317856672173427606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=2317856672173427606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2317856672173427606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/2317856672173427606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>VeeYee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318736181183218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SmSgCiXXnuI/AAAAAAAABZc/qRKu5N4uKzI/S220/DSC01827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732144068212594229.post-3686977937811615383</id><published>2008-05-21T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:50:59.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Josephine, O Josephine</title><content type='html'>I woke up 6.30 today! That I practically DRAG myself out of bed with full force, bathe and make up. FOR NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the thing is I was suppose to start work today at Maxis Center today and I was on the way to the lrt station when I got this sms. 'Hey, vee yee, you don't have to start today, the date is postpone to 1st of June.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;amp;^%$^&amp;amp;$(*%#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Relax relax* *Let it go, let it go*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiling my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, yesterday I sang with satisfaction. Neway is officially the sucky karaoke, Yay to Greenbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenbox has SOOOO many English songs, all those me loveeeee. Greenbox makes me a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and Me, the partner for cheong k. Lol. I was so happy with yesterday, that I told Michelle, 'Okay, from now onwards, you are my partner for cheong k.' =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was actually a fairwell for our sweet BOBO LIN YIU LI. She's leaving to Kampar =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDPRD9WfNkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/aDnEM3vOSoA/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33wKK9_plCo/SDPRD9WfNkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/aDnEM3vOSoA/s320/DSC00394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202731860481750594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ling, Me, Bobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We lovey lovey you! All the best, sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, met up with Jasmine, Tiffany, Mei and Doris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, went yumcha with Jas, Tiff, Mei, her bf and Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original plan was actually to go PJ with Kit and Cf to find Wei Hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up the plan is cancelled and our HAO GOR had to eat dinner himself. Sorry la Hao GORRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think nowadays I am being independent. I am so proud of myself. It proves that I can be independent and take care of myself. Half of me, is waiting for something to happen, but another half of me, is actually enjoying my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the time we had our un-metioned 'break' is giving me time, to stand up by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's still too early to say, but I wanna thank you for letting me to be independent. And if next time, things doesn't turn out the way we want, I can actually carry on my life without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, in an unrelated matter, I think I need to start using my 'English' name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the call it English name? Then what you call Lim Vee Yee? A BM name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, I went for an interview, people will ask, 'Do you have an English name?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Vee Yee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know, it might be hard for people to remember, so the next time I need to start using my 'English' name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop laughing and making fun of it okay? I like this name, so shuddup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back to my Diner Dash game. O, did I mention my current addiction is Diner Dash??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732144068212594229-3686977937811615383?l=myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3686977937811615383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732144068212594229&amp;postID=3686977937811615383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3686977937811615383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732144068212594229/posts/default/3686977937811615383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myimperfectionlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/josephine-o-josephine.html' title='Josephine, O Josephine'/><author><name>VeeYe
