<?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-7817574740131405426</id><updated>2011-12-29T02:08:29.289+08:00</updated><category term='disgusting me'/><category term='superstitious me'/><category term='family and me'/><category term='ugly me'/><category term='touristy me'/><category term='emo me'/><category term='shopaholic me'/><category term='random me'/><category term='workaholic me'/><category term='lovey dovey me'/><category term='trendy me'/><category term='boring me'/><category term='you and me'/><category term='unhappy me'/><category term='unlucky me'/><category term='angry me'/><category term='hungry me'/><category term='sick me'/><title type='text'>me, my thoughts and i</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-1641493533850752016</id><published>2011-12-01T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:52:41.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo me'/><title type='text'>Melo</title><content type='html'>Never once thought that I would shed a tear for dogs but I did. On the search for Melo online hoping that there will be some kind-hearted soul who would take her in and post it on pet-finder portals, I found myself crying uncontrollably thinking of what could have happened to her. Honestly, I have not met the dog in person. I have only heard stories of the fate of this little puppy since the day it was born through my boyfriend. My boyfriend and his father took Melo's mom in when she was pregnant as she wandered around their workplace everyday in search for food. The dog stayed in the factory ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melo was the strongest and the only survivor among her siblings who unfortunately died several days after they were born. Melo, the tiniest but strongest, was very playful and has the most pitiful look on her face. Yes, I learnt all that through the videos and pictures my boyfriend had shown me. I am not aware of the strong attachment I have for this puppy until the day she went missing about 5 days ago. Her mom was found dead by the road suspected of a hit and run case and Melo was never found. She must have witnessed the roadkill as she goes wherever the mother goes. I cannot imagine the pain that poor little Melo had to go through to witness the death of her own mother if she really happened to be around. Ever since then, I have been thinking about Melo and I couldn't get her off my mind. Typing about it now makes me want to drive out to look for her. But where can I look for this two months old puppy? She was lost nearing the neighbourhood of Taman Mas Sepang, Puchong. If any of you kind-hearted people out there who happen to see Melo or adopted her, kindly leave a comment here or email purplemascara@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Age&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : &lt;b&gt;2 months old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gender&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : &lt;b&gt;Female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Breed&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; : &lt;b&gt;Mixed breed + Rottweiler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Colour&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : &lt;b&gt;Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hair length&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : &lt;b&gt;Short (shedding a little)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lost area&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;b&gt; around Taman Mas Sepang, Puchong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Date missing : &lt;b&gt;26th November 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYHCS_N9LZk/TtZXE-43hzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/m-PUqYNIrP0/s1600/295915_10150422722895336_720725335_10599768_748753084_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYHCS_N9LZk/TtZXE-43hzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/m-PUqYNIrP0/s640/295915_10150422722895336_720725335_10599768_748753084_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GkEfcWPcz8/TtZXG2LxDgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/afTWupvzVs4/s1600/296659_10150449551445336_720725335_10770899_512619785_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GkEfcWPcz8/TtZXG2LxDgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/afTWupvzVs4/s640/296659_10150449551445336_720725335_10770899_512619785_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The currently lost Melo does not have her red leash collar on as it was removed from her before she went missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-1641493533850752016?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/1641493533850752016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=1641493533850752016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1641493533850752016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1641493533850752016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2011/12/melo.html' title='Melo'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYHCS_N9LZk/TtZXE-43hzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/m-PUqYNIrP0/s72-c/295915_10150422722895336_720725335_10599768_748753084_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8318983150236722610</id><published>2011-04-14T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:18:49.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopaholic me'/><title type='text'>New found love</title><content type='html'>I got myself a new baby =) It's like a cheating game with the old one because I have been eying on others for quite some time. After all, a 6 years relationship can be a little stale. It is even more so when it is not working very well. I hate to say goodbye but I thank God that I don't have to. I am having it as a sidekick now, a secondary. It is not fun at all trying to juggle both at the same time because things can get quite confusing especially when I receive calls from both sides. Since it is official now, I shall introduce my new found love to you guys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfJfThDK0-Y/TacMbX5l-xI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YAAl_KUFLIQ/s1600/Sony_Ericsson_Xperia_Arc_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfJfThDK0-Y/TacMbX5l-xI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YAAl_KUFLIQ/s640/Sony_Ericsson_Xperia_Arc_03.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new Sony Ericsson Xperia Arc in Midnight Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I super duper love the large screen and its sleek, super-slim exterior. Such a lightweight phone paired with the Sony Exmor R for mobile CMOS sensor gives me no reason for getting a DSLR - not anytime soon at least. I got this phone on an impulsive decision because Maxis has been telling me that they run out of Iphones since last year. And I didn't even get this phone under the Maxis plan because they too, run out of stock for this on the 3rd day after its official launch wtf. Hence, I got it over the Sony Ericsson counter at a higher price (take that Maxis!) I have been loving every single thing about this phone except for the battery life. I have to constantly charge it and even though it is fully charged, I will still run out midday. Hopefully I will get to learn some tips on battery saving. For more info, see &lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/cws/corporate/products/phoneportfolio/specification/xperiaarc"&gt;http://www.sonyericsson.com/cws/corporate/products/phoneportfolio/specification/xperiaarc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shall post some pretty pictures soon =))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: What happen to the old phone you may ask? I am using it on my office line. Like a secret lover ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-8318983150236722610?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8318983150236722610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8318983150236722610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8318983150236722610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8318983150236722610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-found-love.html' title='New found love'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfJfThDK0-Y/TacMbX5l-xI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YAAl_KUFLIQ/s72-c/Sony_Ericsson_Xperia_Arc_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-3391514001841096442</id><published>2011-03-25T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T02:48:05.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>It's bout time to learn to let go. It would be a difficult thing to do but I have to allow myself to trust once again. I can never erase my thoughts on what had happened before. Been asking myself if I am alright with this but I guess I have no choice. Whatever uneasiness I am feeling inside will have to be buried deep in my heart. I will certainly need time to digest and I hope that I will get over this before I go crazy once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I get the strength within?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--wz74z4M47o/TYuRZmG2gSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rsnsP0lS47g/s640/DSC00057.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-3391514001841096442?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/3391514001841096442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=3391514001841096442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/3391514001841096442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/3391514001841096442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2011/03/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--wz74z4M47o/TYuRZmG2gSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rsnsP0lS47g/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-721844575409546251</id><published>2011-03-20T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:11:33.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>I hate the fact that people always ask if I am getting married anytime soon when they see me. It is like a constant reminder that I am aging and perhaps, getting married would solve worries in life. I seriously don't think it is necessary to be married with the person whom you have spent quarter of your life with just because you need to. I mean, after all, that piece of paper will not prove anything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, stop asking me. I do not want to force myself into a marriage where we are both not ready to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HzMnsB6wpIc/TYYXZ9uDAtI/AAAAAAAAAds/FOHk4HN7gOU/s400/IMG_2350.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-721844575409546251?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/721844575409546251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=721844575409546251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/721844575409546251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/721844575409546251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2011/03/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HzMnsB6wpIc/TYYXZ9uDAtI/AAAAAAAAAds/FOHk4HN7gOU/s72-c/IMG_2350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-6966268664520859971</id><published>2011-03-06T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:24:29.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family and me'/><title type='text'>The cutest thing ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MEbE-DzzJPs/TXOm6RKQcmI/AAAAAAAAAc4/at5xOvABUtw/s1600/IMG_2428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MEbE-DzzJPs/TXOm6RKQcmI/AAAAAAAAAc4/at5xOvABUtw/s400/IMG_2428.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-6966268664520859971?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/6966268664520859971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=6966268664520859971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6966268664520859971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6966268664520859971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2011/03/cutest-thing-ever.html' title='The cutest thing ever'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MEbE-DzzJPs/TXOm6RKQcmI/AAAAAAAAAc4/at5xOvABUtw/s72-c/IMG_2428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-1816226544006049413</id><published>2011-02-01T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:45:21.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><title type='text'>SS501 over CNY</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is approaching. One thing I hate about CNY is the endless CNY songs played by each and every store that you pass by. Even the stall selling "daging salai" at the very corner of Foh Foh Restaurant was blasting the CNY tunes. Why can't they replace it with SS501 songs instead? Yes, I've been swept by the Korean wave lately. Instead, it is sweeping me directly to Korea. Muahahahaha! I shall see many replicas of Kim Hyun Joong on the street of Seoul very soon - I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight..time for bed. SS501 mansei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-1816226544006049413?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/1816226544006049413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=1816226544006049413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1816226544006049413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1816226544006049413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2011/02/ss501-over-cny.html' title='SS501 over CNY'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-5908037018209759098</id><published>2010-10-05T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T01:29:10.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><title type='text'>talentless</title><content type='html'>I just feel like singing til the sun don't shine even though I am talentless wtf. But how come I always end up not having the courage to sing during karaoke sessions? fml x10000000000000000000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-5908037018209759098?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/5908037018209759098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=5908037018209759098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/5908037018209759098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/5908037018209759098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/10/talentless.html' title='talentless'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-1866249231821038253</id><published>2010-08-11T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:57:27.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><title type='text'>Coward</title><content type='html'>I spent too much time thinking of what ifs. When that stopped, I spend time thinking bout I shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop being afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-1866249231821038253?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/1866249231821038253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=1866249231821038253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1866249231821038253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1866249231821038253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/08/coward.html' title='Coward'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4429470350546407100</id><published>2010-07-01T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:17:15.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workaholic me'/><title type='text'>6 degrees</title><content type='html'>The world is a small place. I never thought that bloggers that I have been stalking online could be friends of my clients. People are acquainted with each other one way or another. Is this what they called the six degrees of separation? Maybe my next door neighbour is related to my cousin's boyfriend's aunty. Or maybe I am related to Nicole Scherzinger. Nicole Kidman will be a more suitable candidate since she is from Australia. At least it is nearer to Malaysia wtf. Pfffft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been working til late lately and I really hate my lifeless life. I am especially mad when I have to do the job of 3 and I don't even get OT pay. I wish I was in the UK and I could lodge a complain to the union. Again...another dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby...I'm looking forward to the trip that you have been saying....Let's go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4429470350546407100?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4429470350546407100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4429470350546407100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4429470350546407100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4429470350546407100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/07/6-degrees.html' title='6 degrees'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4677319410065984649</id><published>2010-06-11T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:42:23.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><title type='text'>D</title><content type='html'>I love it when it speaks my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4677319410065984649?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4677319410065984649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4677319410065984649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4677319410065984649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4677319410065984649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/06/d.html' title='D'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4257033502811760421</id><published>2010-06-06T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:45:38.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><title type='text'>play safe</title><content type='html'>By playing safe will get you no where. Start taking risks not only with work but also with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bungee jump. Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4257033502811760421?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4257033502811760421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4257033502811760421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4257033502811760421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4257033502811760421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/06/play-safe.html' title='play safe'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-1515136103973827167</id><published>2010-05-05T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:47:13.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><title type='text'>Archive of love</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I am still saving our MSN conversations after all these years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-1515136103973827167?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/1515136103973827167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=1515136103973827167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1515136103973827167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1515136103973827167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/05/archive-of-love.html' title='Archive of love'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2204358059973304412</id><published>2010-04-19T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:26:33.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappy me'/><title type='text'>Never happy</title><content type='html'>I have planned for happy things to write about and in fact I have started writing half of it but I had it saved in draft. I guess it may never make its appearance on my blog. Not for now at least. It is always the sad things that are so overwhelming thus the happy memories are usually left forgotten. I am upset...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-2204358059973304412?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2204358059973304412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2204358059973304412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2204358059973304412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2204358059973304412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-happy.html' title='Never happy'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-5721019120994392349</id><published>2010-04-12T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:24:27.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superstitious me'/><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>It says that we should take no chances this month especially for Virgos. Jobs half-finished and relationships left hanging in the air. Does this mean that I should be patient and wait for the better in May? Maybe I should. After all, patience is a virtue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-5721019120994392349?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/5721019120994392349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=5721019120994392349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/5721019120994392349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/5721019120994392349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/04/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2470960656461167399</id><published>2010-03-26T00:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:59:59.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touristy me'/><title type='text'>I want to...</title><content type='html'>go to UK again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uF8U7eB-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/DrHw5l1D89k/s1600/IMG_8259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uF8U7eB-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/DrHw5l1D89k/s400/IMG_8259.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;get a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uHjBwwRcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1nZv8XIrzyI/s1600/IMG_8281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uHjBwwRcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1nZv8XIrzyI/s400/IMG_8281.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uJVsA4xUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Dk0YCWV4kqw/s1600/IMG_8649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uJVsA4xUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Dk0YCWV4kqw/s400/IMG_8649.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;learn yoga and salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uNjKL4W1I/AAAAAAAAAaY/CxnkAN6vcqY/s1600/IMG_8406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uNjKL4W1I/AAAAAAAAAaY/CxnkAN6vcqY/s400/IMG_8406.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a new closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uJ2XflruI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/S1Zdh72PwAc/s1600/IMG_8671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uJ2XflruI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/S1Zdh72PwAc/s400/IMG_8671.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;earn more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uKVnRJAcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/4utIs5AeZfU/s1600/IMG_8680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uKVnRJAcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/4utIs5AeZfU/s400/IMG_8680.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uK7m_7kSI/AAAAAAAAAaI/PgWtfbaS-no/s1600/IMG_8657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uK7m_7kSI/AAAAAAAAAaI/PgWtfbaS-no/s400/IMG_8657.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;sleep 12 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uMqBDpjlI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VNwci18iirM/s1600/IMG_8370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uMqBDpjlI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VNwci18iirM/s400/IMG_8370.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have long hair again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uIiXq_MhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9TnNTGDdl48/s1600/IMG_8536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uIiXq_MhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9TnNTGDdl48/s400/IMG_8536.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be happy with what I am currently doing =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uOmSNAixI/AAAAAAAAAag/YuhgxdB0DLw/s1600/IMG_8306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uOmSNAixI/AAAAAAAAAag/YuhgxdB0DLw/s400/IMG_8306.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uPc8lh6kI/AAAAAAAAAao/kPxC7EDzW4I/s1600/IMG_8313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uPc8lh6kI/AAAAAAAAAao/kPxC7EDzW4I/s400/IMG_8313.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;smack the shit out of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uQJ6o1M5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/iYfqX5dDxjw/s1600/IMG_8666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uQJ6o1M5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/iYfqX5dDxjw/s400/IMG_8666.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uQyH_k3hI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pVOvktsUw4g/s1600/IMG_8963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uQyH_k3hI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pVOvktsUw4g/s400/IMG_8963.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*all pictures were taken during my trip to the UK last October&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uRfcnkGcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/t-TV4Qwz1Qk/s1600/IMG_8322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uRfcnkGcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/t-TV4Qwz1Qk/s400/IMG_8322.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-2470960656461167399?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2470960656461167399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2470960656461167399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2470960656461167399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2470960656461167399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to.html' title='I want to...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S6uF8U7eB-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/DrHw5l1D89k/s72-c/IMG_8259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-38933924724509317</id><published>2010-03-05T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:06:32.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><title type='text'>I am an obese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S4_aKWUAlxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Q7txh6FbpuQ/s1600-h/lipin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="329" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S4_aKWUAlxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Q7txh6FbpuQ/s640/lipin.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's proven.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-38933924724509317?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/38933924724509317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=38933924724509317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/38933924724509317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/38933924724509317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-obese.html' title='I am an obese'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S4_aKWUAlxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Q7txh6FbpuQ/s72-c/lipin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-1988357849290092931</id><published>2010-02-24T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T01:30:39.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappy me'/><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>I lost myself in all these fights&lt;br /&gt;I lost my sense of wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;I cry, I cry&lt;br /&gt;It's shaking from the pain that's in my head&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna crawl into my bed&lt;br /&gt;And throw away the life I led&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's broken...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-1988357849290092931?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/1988357849290092931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=1988357849290092931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1988357849290092931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1988357849290092931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2451067693310252714</id><published>2010-02-21T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:30:38.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappy me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touristy me'/><title type='text'>GONG XI FA CAI!</title><content type='html'>I am unhappy. But I don't wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooooooooo, I just got back from Indonesia and it was...refreshing. I can't think of a better word to describe this vacation because you have to be there to see it for yourself. Rubbish everywhere. Bribery is like a common thing on the street be it among the local authorities or common people. Imagine leaving a parking space and you have to pay someone unknown for leading you out. In Malaysia you don't even need this kind of people. I mean we know how to get out of the parking space ourselves. If a person doesn't know how then he/she does not deserve a license in the first place. Yea, so they volunteer to lead you out and it's an obligation to "tip" them. These are normal people with no jobs and they just make money out of nothing. Now I feel so much better about our country because seriously the traffic in Jakarta was 10 times worse than in KL. The road condition was bad. I think the traffic system was quite bad too because it was poorly coordinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standard of living is really bad as the rich just get richer and vice versa. For the poor, I believe they have to start make a living at a very young age. I saw these kids aged from 10-12 years old waited outside of a mall with an umbrella on rainy days AT NIGHT. They were waiting for "customers". Their job was pretty simple as all they need to do was to put up umbrella for people who really need it. And they were not allowed to go anywhere near the mall entrance because there were mall guards who will shoo them away so they were all standing in the rain. They were running around bare feet outside the mall persuading people to use their "services" just to gain a very minimal tip. I wonder if it doesn't rain what do they make a living out of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are worse things but I don't want to be judgmental. After all, I was only there for 5 days compared to people who have lived their whole lives there. Nothing beats being at home and I am glad that I'm home. I may not have enjoyed that much during this vacation but there are definitely memorable things. The most important thing is that I spent it with the boy and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not lazy i will post about the trip and pictures but I think I will be lazy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-2451067693310252714?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2451067693310252714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2451067693310252714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2451067693310252714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2451067693310252714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am.html' title='GONG XI FA CAI!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-7478858866364300264</id><published>2010-02-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:59:08.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo me'/><title type='text'>Losing it</title><content type='html'>I feel like we are losing touch. We are not talking much. Even if we are chatting, it will take the longest time to get a reply from each other. We are not spending enough time together. We are both busy living our own separate lives. It feels like we are doing the LDR thingy. I feel lonely. Most of the time I will find things to do, people to accompany me, and places to go - but not with you. Because you are always busy. But I am not blaming you because I want the best for our future. I know you are working hard for it and I wish I could, in any ways, be a part of it. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S2ruZPxpQgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3gOdPW7r9Oo/s320/My+19th+Bday+0020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-7478858866364300264?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/7478858866364300264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=7478858866364300264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/7478858866364300264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/7478858866364300264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/02/losing-it.html' title='Losing it'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S2ruZPxpQgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3gOdPW7r9Oo/s72-c/My+19th+Bday+0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4153302101712614422</id><published>2010-01-24T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:49:22.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workaholic me'/><title type='text'>Sick I Am</title><content type='html'>Sick as a dog I am. I've never felt so sick before and I thought I was dying. Fever, throat infection, cough, flu - so H1N1. I quarantined myself at home for a week just in case it was H1N1. It was good not going to work but I am now left with more than 200 e-mails to read and lots of phone calls to return. I hate my job. I lost my voice due to throat infection and my phone was ringing non stop. A client texted me and he was like "Hi Nicole how are you? I called you but you never pick up (I lost my voice hello!) and called your office but your colleagues said you're very sick. Could you please check....." Yup, he knew I was very sick and yet he demanded me to do things for him. Does anyone understand anything about MEDICAL LEAVE? He called on average 5 times a day. I felt like stabbing him alive when I saw him. I think I &lt;strike&gt;will&lt;/strike&gt; should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still coughing as I type. Hate it so much. What's worse is I gave it to baby too. Now he is as sick as I am. Sorrryyyyyyyy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy not putting on make up recently and it's refreshing because I've learnt to love my skin again. Obviously I look sick but I don't give a shit because I just love the convenience of not having to remove all the Nippon paint off my face. I am beginning to feel more comfortable facing baby with zero make up on (not that I didn't before but I make an effort to groom myself everytime I see him). I hope I didn't scare you. I go to work without make up on lately and I will make it a habit because it saves up a lot of time and my skin is getting better day by day. Me love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few pictures from the lot. Phuture with the crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tCM0_PClI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KdErDDNHPWE/s1600-h/IMG_9604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tCM0_PClI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KdErDDNHPWE/s640/IMG_9604.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I should stop hanging out with pretty people. Sigh...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tC0hBF8mI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5zfCmXQjQVI/s1600-h/IMG_9608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tC0hBF8mI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5zfCmXQjQVI/s640/IMG_9608.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The man with many wives...just kidding =P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tEdxh89pI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xMVbud9cxkw/s1600-h/IMG_9618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tEdxh89pI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xMVbud9cxkw/s640/IMG_9618.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lobster &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tEu0IzvkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/9CWnijutuXk/s1600-h/IMG_9623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tE4ZGto_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/xwcc-uU_cok/s1600-h/IMG_9624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tE4ZGto_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/xwcc-uU_cok/s400/IMG_9624.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tEu0IzvkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/9CWnijutuXk/s1600-h/IMG_9623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tEu0IzvkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/9CWnijutuXk/s400/IMG_9623.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tFDQZ1oJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Y0nqqsNOHjw/s1600-h/IMG_9626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tFDQZ1oJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Y0nqqsNOHjw/s400/IMG_9626.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tFUN4vTxI/AAAAAAAAAW4/z7J1Ws1mPMA/s1600-h/IMG_9627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tFUN4vTxI/AAAAAAAAAW4/z7J1Ws1mPMA/s400/IMG_9627.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The couples&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tGHzxPCdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vtwySwBOaFw/s1600-h/IMG_9650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tGHzxPCdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vtwySwBOaFw/s640/IMG_9650.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The guys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tHNGM7OPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/tOC_Sdxyr2U/s1600-h/IMG_9815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tHNGM7OPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/tOC_Sdxyr2U/s640/IMG_9815.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The ladies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tHlr9jfwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ul3ArDWW-Os/s1600-h/IMG_9743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tHlr9jfwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ul3ArDWW-Os/s640/IMG_9743.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The gays&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tFg61rnYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1rPWlLFOg0Y/s1600-h/IMG_9629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tFg61rnYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1rPWlLFOg0Y/s640/IMG_9629.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The group shot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;. An incomplete one though&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tIrxfCb5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/0pOzr9tVkxo/s1600-h/IMG_9772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tIrxfCb5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/0pOzr9tVkxo/s640/IMG_9772.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The greedy man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tJlUnoSuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/RS2NoCnEw80/s1600-h/IMG_9817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tJlUnoSuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/RS2NoCnEw80/s640/IMG_9817.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grrr...Alex!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tIYR3GwgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DJtGDuvmaU4/s1600-h/IMG_9807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tIYR3GwgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DJtGDuvmaU4/s400/IMG_9807.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tGavJ-wJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/0QxEqhCVhNk/s1600-h/IMG_9717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tGavJ-wJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/0QxEqhCVhNk/s400/IMG_9717.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Erm....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavillion + Avatar with the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tKvFgAbnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/hdJ0DJBmOW0/s1600-h/IMG_9542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tKvFgAbnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/hdJ0DJBmOW0/s640/IMG_9542.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The rascal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tLg5snT7I/AAAAAAAAAYI/4Kv40tZdmRE/s1600-h/IMG_9544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tLg5snT7I/AAAAAAAAAYI/4Kv40tZdmRE/s640/IMG_9544.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tL-pIEMmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wqRMY47e5NA/s1600-h/IMG_9545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tNSNR3zmI/AAAAAAAAAYo/I3B2o7z2vIg/s400/IMG_9551.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tN25ciUGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/j8r4kRXMnjo/s1600-h/IMG_9555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tN25ciUGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/j8r4kRXMnjo/s400/IMG_9555.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tOaHGKt_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/fWFxuKvyNUE/s1600-h/IMG_9556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tOaHGKt_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/fWFxuKvyNUE/s400/IMG_9556.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tO8NRwG1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/mDFj8GZKq9U/s1600-h/IMG_9557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tO8NRwG1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/mDFj8GZKq9U/s400/IMG_9557.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired...I should sleep. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4153302101712614422?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4153302101712614422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4153302101712614422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4153302101712614422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4153302101712614422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-i-am.html' title='Sick I Am'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S1tCM0_PClI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KdErDDNHPWE/s72-c/IMG_9604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8961878761258418055</id><published>2010-01-17T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:32:09.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo me'/><title type='text'>"Sis"</title><content type='html'>I hate bidding goodbyes. I hate farewells. I hate it the most when I have to do it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be leaving us once again tomorrow and I am sad that we didn't spend much time together when you're back. I almost forgot the fun times we had doing all the girly things together and you are so much like a sister to me. You always make me feel like I have a sister. A big sis. I have always wanting to be just like you - independent, strong, and successful. The very first time you left, I shed tears, so did the second time and now too. Maybe I've never said it but I love having you around. I hope to visit you in Adelaide some day. I know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-8961878761258418055?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8961878761258418055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8961878761258418055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8961878761258418055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8961878761258418055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/01/sis.html' title='&quot;Sis&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2149021226170325937</id><published>2010-01-03T18:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:36:55.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><title type='text'>December 09</title><content type='html'>Hello world! Happy New Year~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 ended too soon for me &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( I can't believe I am a year &lt;strike&gt;older&lt;/strike&gt; wiser)&lt;/span&gt;. Oh! A lot of things had happened last month and needless to say I have to welcome 2010 being as broke as the back mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick glance of my bittersweet December. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bl100k0VI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Fpp5mzujitw/s1600-h/IMG_9269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bl100k0VI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Fpp5mzujitw/s640/IMG_9269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bkskg5UOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/U1lGMcw3HNs/s1600-h/IMG_9273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bkskg5UOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/U1lGMcw3HNs/s640/IMG_9273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Room Eighteen in BTS and got cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BiW1B_dUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dtlqOAxn1FE/s1600-h/IMG_9304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BiW1B_dUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dtlqOAxn1FE/s400/IMG_9304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Celebrated our 5th Anniversary with erm...his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BjfW8NjjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tp9np1Xq-S8/s1600-h/IMG_9403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BjfW8NjjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tp9np1Xq-S8/s640/IMG_9403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saw Penny Tai in Sg Wang when we sent his pc for fixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgBQlR3qI/AAAAAAAAATA/NE8SCGJ-hPg/s1600-h/21570_223218211989_637381989_3756283_5225821_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgBQlR3qI/AAAAAAAAATA/NE8SCGJ-hPg/s640/21570_223218211989_637381989_3756283_5225821_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Became ambassador for Rootz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bf_TNgZCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hTBSNScvbNY/s1600-h/21570_223218196989_637381989_3756281_2625175_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bf_TNgZCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hTBSNScvbNY/s640/21570_223218196989_637381989_3756281_2625175_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nah...just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BfR75zwYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xHhKaennK6M/s1600-h/21570_223213121989_637381989_3756142_8125461_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BfR75zwYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xHhKaennK6M/s400/21570_223213121989_637381989_3756142_8125461_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bf0d-YhpI/AAAAAAAAASI/mgKyqCPIgqE/s1600-h/21570_223213146989_637381989_3756145_1401558_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bf0d-YhpI/AAAAAAAAASI/mgKyqCPIgqE/s400/21570_223213146989_637381989_3756145_1401558_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bf1zeQOOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ws9ZtcrHZ-g/s1600-h/21570_223213166989_637381989_3756147_1716800_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bf1zeQOOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ws9ZtcrHZ-g/s400/21570_223213166989_637381989_3756147_1716800_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BfwmQQiyI/AAAAAAAAASA/T0W9tRVyLyY/s1600-h/21570_223213131989_637381989_3756143_503246_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BfwmQQiyI/AAAAAAAAASA/T0W9tRVyLyY/s400/21570_223213131989_637381989_3756143_503246_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Did everything we could to break the law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bf3fUClfI/AAAAAAAAASY/xxmXTaIfWSY/s1600-h/21570_223213716989_637381989_3756157_3281700_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bf3fUClfI/AAAAAAAAASY/xxmXTaIfWSY/s640/21570_223213716989_637381989_3756157_3281700_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seduced by one of my besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bf7OToeSI/AAAAAAAAASo/s5S8l40zfz4/s1600-h/21570_223216366989_637381989_3756199_7515643_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bf7OToeSI/AAAAAAAAASo/s5S8l40zfz4/s320/21570_223216366989_637381989_3756199_7515643_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erm...yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bf9o6YwgI/AAAAAAAAASw/31_Ezw377CQ/s1600-h/21570_223217791989_637381989_3756274_7517454_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bf9o6YwgI/AAAAAAAAASw/31_Ezw377CQ/s640/21570_223217791989_637381989_3756274_7517454_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgFjl-0LI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nMZ04RComXs/s1600-h/21570_223218231989_637381989_3756285_494066_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgFjl-0LI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nMZ04RComXs/s400/21570_223218231989_637381989_3756285_494066_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgDjsWZ3I/AAAAAAAAATI/JQi8et7KNHI/s1600-h/21570_223218221989_637381989_3756284_5791249_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgDjsWZ3I/AAAAAAAAATI/JQi8et7KNHI/s400/21570_223218221989_637381989_3756284_5791249_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found the tallest man in KL wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgN1uYFlI/AAAAAAAAATg/nqSdZdImurw/s1600-h/21570_223808941989_637381989_3760753_1119908_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgN1uYFlI/AAAAAAAAATg/nqSdZdImurw/s400/21570_223808941989_637381989_3760753_1119908_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgMK6WfGI/AAAAAAAAATY/baICMShDVn4/s1600-h/21570_223808676989_637381989_3760748_6992697_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgMK6WfGI/AAAAAAAAATY/baICMShDVn4/s400/21570_223808676989_637381989_3760748_6992697_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tortured by Mei Wen in her pad after clubbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgPh80aiI/AAAAAAAAATo/tbPH-lrIGKA/s1600-h/21570_223860786989_637381989_3761076_1047233_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgPh80aiI/AAAAAAAAATo/tbPH-lrIGKA/s640/21570_223860786989_637381989_3761076_1047233_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joined a gig..as if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgRYd7I9I/AAAAAAAAATw/PtuELXR7Ux8/s1600-h/21570_223861766989_637381989_3761145_6516186_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BgRYd7I9I/AAAAAAAAATw/PtuELXR7Ux8/s640/21570_223861766989_637381989_3761145_6516186_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made KL rain again. God bless us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BaFjq6EPI/AAAAAAAAARA/gVv1D2jkLlw/s1600-h/21570_223910831989_637381989_3761241_3122073_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BaFjq6EPI/AAAAAAAAARA/gVv1D2jkLlw/s640/21570_223910831989_637381989_3761241_3122073_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrated Christmas Eve in Dubrovnik, Croatian Restaurant in Solaris, Mt Kiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Ba5aj9M5I/AAAAAAAAARY/n-D8_3M821A/s1600-h/21570_223911541989_637381989_3761253_3430768_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Ba5aj9M5I/AAAAAAAAARY/n-D8_3M821A/s640/21570_223911541989_637381989_3761253_3430768_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then off to Michelangelo's for a drink before we MISSED the Xmas Eve countdown wtf because we were busy doing this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BaLZIw75I/AAAAAAAAARI/lutUMZ0MLnk/s1600-h/21570_223912521989_637381989_3761268_2013395_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BaLZIw75I/AAAAAAAAARI/lutUMZ0MLnk/s640/21570_223912521989_637381989_3761268_2013395_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aren't we beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Ba1vMBgSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6QKmNNtsSuU/s1600-h/18338_230012373107_711298107_3280280_1826920_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Ba1vMBgSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6QKmNNtsSuU/s640/18338_230012373107_711298107_3280280_1826920_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this...we're such beautiful pic spoilers. praise our mothers wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BbdOpRSgI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q0jJDhTLujs/s1600-h/IMG_9472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BbdOpRSgI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q0jJDhTLujs/s640/IMG_9472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wrecked my car on Christmas Day on the way to boo boo's place. Thanks to the cars in front that stopped abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Btct44FlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Sq1hfEv2eCg/s1600-h/IMG_9499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Btct44FlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Sq1hfEv2eCg/s640/IMG_9499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Booboo brought me to this chinese doctor at this ulu place to get my foot treated. It was swollen for almost a week after I got stepped on in Rootz by one of Hui Mann's friends. She was on heels. It is still bruised until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BdLVfwdpI/AAAAAAAAARw/rlQAVYPVvpY/s1600-h/IMG_9491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BdLVfwdpI/AAAAAAAAARw/rlQAVYPVvpY/s640/IMG_9491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then as a reward for my bravery for getting my foot treated, booboo brought me to Lookout point in Ulu Langat (I think) and Gasoline (a restaurant) there was ridiculous. They had this rule where people who sat outside could only order Western meal and tea of all the many food listed in the menu simply because they are incompetent wtf. The excuse given was that they couldn't handle the amount of orders they received that night. Hello, if you can't handle it, then don't open a restaurant. We left the place without eating of course. Lousy service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BhOQ_G6QI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MJxWqSGEtZw/s1600-h/IMG_9518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0BhOQ_G6QI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MJxWqSGEtZw/s640/IMG_9518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boxing day was celebrated with much joy as we traveled back in time to the 1960's yo! Look at us demure ladies &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Cn80-eAvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D_7AVnliBYQ/s1600-h/22654_262590524923_734904923_4492450_6962220_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Cn80-eAvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D_7AVnliBYQ/s640/22654_262590524923_734904923_4492450_6962220_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated New Year's eve in VEGAS baby! Yea, Vegas minus the strippers lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CoX0__byI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-QZDXSMgSjU/s1600-h/22654_262590714923_734904923_4492474_3011440_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CoX0__byI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-QZDXSMgSjU/s640/22654_262590714923_734904923_4492474_3011440_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually it's only poker night hahhaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CoAAypAMI/AAAAAAAAAUw/54Yl4H5N7Ss/s1600-h/22654_262590564923_734904923_4492454_1473800_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CoAAypAMI/AAAAAAAAAUw/54Yl4H5N7Ss/s640/22654_262590564923_734904923_4492454_1473800_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CoQPcf-1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/UQ6OI4pytDg/s1600-h/22654_262590589923_734904923_4492458_3525001_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CoQPcf-1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/UQ6OI4pytDg/s640/22654_262590589923_734904923_4492458_3525001_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CoMzH7wrI/AAAAAAAAAU4/T9qUmrqzbSc/s1600-h/22654_262590574923_734904923_4492455_6338371_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CoMzH7wrI/AAAAAAAAAU4/T9qUmrqzbSc/s640/22654_262590574923_734904923_4492455_6338371_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CoS1gw7XI/AAAAAAAAAVI/b8fDFw8P-As/s1600-h/22654_262590609923_734904923_4492461_1085041_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CoS1gw7XI/AAAAAAAAAVI/b8fDFw8P-As/s640/22654_262590609923_734904923_4492461_1085041_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CoVtxPxmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/R0LZ1WKWI_A/s1600-h/22654_262590689923_734904923_4492472_4601360_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CoVtxPxmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/R0LZ1WKWI_A/s640/22654_262590689923_734904923_4492472_4601360_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is so wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CorgaDkdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/h-1Qz1BTSgg/s1600-h/22654_262590879923_734904923_4492493_2761269_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CorgaDkdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/h-1Qz1BTSgg/s640/22654_262590879923_734904923_4492493_2761269_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CovBmYX-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/JTSi452PcXQ/s1600-h/22654_262590889923_734904923_4492494_5106745_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CovBmYX-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/JTSi452PcXQ/s640/22654_262590889923_734904923_4492494_5106745_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CozpyeY9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/XR8Rpbn-LKQ/s1600-h/22654_262590964923_734904923_4492502_236531_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0CozpyeY9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/XR8Rpbn-LKQ/s640/22654_262590964923_734904923_4492502_236531_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Co9tb0FAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Jmg5MOlECkA/s1600-h/22654_262590909923_734904923_4492497_6939686_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Co9tb0FAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Jmg5MOlECkA/s640/22654_262590909923_734904923_4492497_6939686_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fun times with everyone&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Ba8u7UMTI/AAAAAAAAARg/kQIo6rpdJHY/s1600-h/21570_223912551989_637381989_3761273_7080221_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Ba8u7UMTI/AAAAAAAAARg/kQIo6rpdJHY/s640/21570_223912551989_637381989_3761273_7080221_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh God, please let me have a better year ahead! I promise I'll be good..I'll try la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Til then......&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/7817574740131405426-2149021226170325937?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2149021226170325937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2149021226170325937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2149021226170325937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2149021226170325937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2010/01/december-09.html' title='December 09'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/S0Bl100k0VI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Fpp5mzujitw/s72-c/IMG_9269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-5481110685535666366</id><published>2009-12-31T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:07:00.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><title type='text'>MAD</title><content type='html'>My booboo is still at work as I am typing this. It is now 2a.m. I REPEAT 2 EFFING A.M. I hope this torture will end soon..oh wait! This will go on every end of the month fhl. I should consider making something healthy for him to consume when he comes over. Mommmyyyyy!! *runs to mom for help*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-5481110685535666366?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/5481110685535666366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=5481110685535666366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/5481110685535666366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/5481110685535666366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/12/mad.html' title='MAD'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8622991043625766883</id><published>2009-12-28T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:36:53.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><title type='text'>Need more space</title><content type='html'>I feel so reluctant to go back to work. Oh wait...I'm on leave again tomorrow! Hahahahhahaha sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will still be "working" tomorrow because I have a room full of clothes to clear. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and clean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's hard to not notice the pile of clothes on the couch when a person walks into my room. IT'S LIKE A FUCKING EVEREST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yesterday I threw that pile of clothes onto my bed and it looked like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SzjMwm4vMKI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YmKBkDmaG6I/s1600-h/IMG_9534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SzjMwm4vMKI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YmKBkDmaG6I/s640/IMG_9534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Everestttt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It took me hours to clear that and that pile still looked the same after several hours. I gave up after that and threw them back onto the couch reason being that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SzjNj7X7bcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xCQ85SLjuwQ/s1600-h/IMG_9536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SzjNj7X7bcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xCQ85SLjuwQ/s640/IMG_9536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; My closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My closet was full too fml. I HAVE NO SPACE FOR THE CLOTHES ON THE COUCH. So now I have a closet and couch full of clothes. I will try to clear everything tomorrow and I shall update the progress here. Hopefully I don't die of clothes OD.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/7817574740131405426-8622991043625766883?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8622991043625766883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8622991043625766883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8622991043625766883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8622991043625766883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/12/need-more-space.html' title='Need more space'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SzjMwm4vMKI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YmKBkDmaG6I/s72-c/IMG_9534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-593530645703221211</id><published>2009-12-20T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:42:27.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopaholic me'/><title type='text'>Sin city</title><content type='html'>I did it again. I have sinned so much I should be tied up and tickled with a feather wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what 3 hours could do to you especially if you are stranded in a shopping mall with stores window panels screaming SALE! Discounts! Year End Clearance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Sy43RsISTMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TCkS3qNhVyE/s1600-h/201209+Shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Sy43RsISTMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TCkS3qNhVyE/s640/201209+Shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Welcome to sin city!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; think I have purchased more than 5 pairs of shoes for the past 2 months. Aaaahhhh~...my never-ending love for shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and hot guys.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Sy5EWwEWo0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/FJANYdDPdk4/s1600-h/201209+Shoes1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Sy5EWwEWo0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/FJANYdDPdk4/s640/201209+Shoes1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;My haul for the past 3 months...or 2....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are repeated pictures if you are smart enough to notice. I didn't buy that many la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looking at the pictures, I should stop buying. When the producing stops, the buying stops too wtf (I am not cursing all the shoe factories to close down).&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/7817574740131405426-593530645703221211?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/593530645703221211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=593530645703221211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/593530645703221211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/593530645703221211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/12/sin-city.html' title='Sin city'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Sy43RsISTMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TCkS3qNhVyE/s72-c/201209+Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8546648798497666998</id><published>2009-12-17T02:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:26:20.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo me'/><title type='text'>Let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SykwrFGamFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/X4Irudqa1aM/s1600/IMG_8198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SykwrFGamFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/X4Irudqa1aM/s320/IMG_8198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been a psycho bitch lately. I haven't been very fair to you all this while. It's always me complaining how you do things to hurt me but I didn't really reflect on the hurtful words I'd said to you. I guess I owe you an apology. Tonight your question slapped me in the face. "Why are you so psycho?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't know why. I don't know when it started but I guess I am only psycho when I am with you. I guess I am again jealous, insecure and sensitive. I don't necessarily have to be like this but I chose to be. It's just a way to make me feel better by putting the blame on others. It's my escapade. When the attention is not on me I panic. I don't want it to be other people. I just want it to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have come to realized that it is not always about me. I will not always be the one. Maybe the eagerness to control comes from the over-protectiveness of you over me. Maybe that contributes to my desire/need to control you because you are controlling me. I guess it's the matter of time where we both let go - little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when? &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Haha..baby with weird face &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/7817574740131405426-8546648798497666998?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8546648798497666998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8546648798497666998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8546648798497666998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8546648798497666998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-go.html' title='Let go'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SykwrFGamFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/X4Irudqa1aM/s72-c/IMG_8198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-6525851831344058790</id><published>2009-12-15T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:54:44.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touristy me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hungry me'/><title type='text'>KLM</title><content type='html'>Harroww...I'm bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely had anything to eat. It's not because my parents are abusing me. It's because I was too &lt;strike&gt;fat&lt;/strike&gt; picky. Mom bought meehoon but I only had a few sips of the soup. There's KFC but it's bad for complexion. Dai sei laaaaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being fed like a wild boar on my way to London. I was on KLM and the very first meal was some snacks and beverages because I took a night flight. Then I fell asleep while watching some movies. In the middle of the night (if I'm not mistaken I was dreaming about getting lost in Heathrow airport wtf) I was awaken by this funny Dutch accent "Would you like noodles or ice cream?" I must say it's a weird choice. Noodles or ice cream??????????? I repeated whatever I last heard because I was so sleepy and still dreamy from my sleep. So I was given this ice cream in a cup. I ate the whole thing with my eyes closed jeng jeng jeng...It's in the Chong's blood. My dad can sleep and wake up to finish up his coffee (complete with some biscuits to dip wtf) and continue sleeping after. My mom always brews him a cup of coffee before she goes to sleep. Then the stewardess had to come back for the second time and disrupt my peaceful slumber. "Candy bar or biscuits?" WHY ARE U OFFERING ME ALL THE FATTY FOOD AT THIS HOUR?!!! I chose candy bar =))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SydoxWaFFhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iFnSrlhyltQ/s1600-h/IMG_8242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SydoxWaFFhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iFnSrlhyltQ/s640/IMG_8242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Picture taken after the rude awakening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home to Malaysia, I thought they would be serving me with shit loads of food so I conveniently missed lunch at the Heathrow airport because I thought it would save me some money (my flight was 5 plus in the evening). This time, I starved my way home. Because it was freaking past dinner time for the people in Amsterdam (I transited in Schipol Airport) so they didn't serve dinner nor snacks. I was so hungry I almost died. All they gave me was a Candy bar and that was my lunch and dinner for the day. The next morning I was greeted with breakfast but I was half dead already. So for those who are catching evening flight from London Heathrow on KLM, please please please take your lunch or early dinner before you starve yourself to death (only applicable to those going on long-haul flights).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SydrrRwo6DI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6xK0If0df5o/s1600-h/IMG_8546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SydrrRwo6DI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6xK0If0df5o/s640/IMG_8546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arsenal Stadium baby! Yes I was nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/7817574740131405426-6525851831344058790?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/6525851831344058790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=6525851831344058790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6525851831344058790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6525851831344058790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/12/klm.html' title='KLM'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SydoxWaFFhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iFnSrlhyltQ/s72-c/IMG_8242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4063872068151790983</id><published>2009-12-14T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:59:23.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry me'/><title type='text'>Saw</title><content type='html'>If there's a way to recognize a liar the world will be a better place. It is hard to believe that five years down the road we're still back at square one. We are not exactly the perfect couple hence, the perfection that is pleasing to the eyes of many is actually an illusion that we are trying to uplift. The foundation of a 5 years relationship must be very strong, you think. In fact, many couples would have gotten married within the first 2 years of their relationship. I am glad that we have not stepped into the marriage zone just yet because I don't know if problem like this will continue to haunt &lt;strike&gt;us&lt;/strike&gt; me in the future. I am very upset that after 5 years I still can't see past the doubts and insecurities. I am very disappointed that after 5 years you still do things to upset me. Many times I refused to absorb the things that you said because to me after all, they are all excuses. There are reasons for everything and if you cannot provide a very strong explanation for what you have done, then I am very sorry that you have failed me once again. If you think that I am stubborn then try standing in my shoes and we will see if you accept my "explanation" - I would call it an excuse. Please do not be selfish because if you do not care bout my feelings then I have all the right reasons not to care about yours. Perhaps I have been bounded in this relationship for too long that I can't even imagine doing things to upset you. I guess it's not the same for you that is why at the end of the day I am always the one getting hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4063872068151790983?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4063872068151790983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4063872068151790983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4063872068151790983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4063872068151790983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/12/ass.html' title='Saw'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-690836220145460028</id><published>2009-12-14T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:55:50.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hungry me'/><title type='text'>The "lemon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Weekend has come and gone in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fear not! As I am on leave for the rest of next week muahahhaahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy! However, I can feel that I will be sucked into boredom for the whole week. Boo all of you who are working! Boo the company for forcing me into clearing my annual leave. This is something that I have to rant here. First and foremost, I haven't been taking leave since forever so I have like all 15 days flashing before my eyes. Secondly, my company policy does not allow the leave to be carried forward unlike any other companies. Thirdly, there is no stated rules that we can cash back our annual leave so you have to clear them no matter what. Finally, there is simply no way that I can clear mine when I am busy all year round! You tell me, how the toot am I supposed to take leave if I have students flocking in everyday. Not to mention school fairs and exhibitions. I am so tired, fml. So here I am, clearing my annual leave in this joyous month. This explains why I am so free now lalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being a very good girl lately. Took my mom and grandma here and there for lunch and shopping. Usually my mom would pay the bills but look momma! Your girl is all big and &lt;strike&gt;fat&lt;/strike&gt; grown up now that I can pay for your meals and shopping *awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took my mom and grandma to The Yogitree in Gardens the other day and my mom's order came first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUoIlCeQiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/mva7lvw2oPs/s1600-h/IMG_9251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUoIlCeQiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/mva7lvw2oPs/s640/IMG_9251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cream sauce on roasted chicken with vegetables and whipped potato as sidelines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUrC0A9UPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Pwmi7zhwTrk/s1600-h/IMG_9257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUrC0A9UPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Pwmi7zhwTrk/s640/IMG_9257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Close up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Notice the yellow looking thing? My mom took that piece of yellow thing and squeezed it over the chicken. When she put it down, I realized it looks nothing like lemon. It is actually a piece of melon wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUqTvlUDoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wcQhZKAI8WQ/s1600-h/IMG_9256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUqTvlUDoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wcQhZKAI8WQ/s640/IMG_9256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The "lemon"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; after being squeezed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUpb-qOanI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LLXYLCTpQcM/s1600-h/IMG_9253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUpb-qOanI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LLXYLCTpQcM/s640/IMG_9253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My order. Spaghetti with grilled prawns and spicy cream sauce. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUvWz9IGOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-kPRq_nobmg/s1600-h/IMG_9250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUvWz9IGOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-kPRq_nobmg/s640/IMG_9250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUsGaQs9LI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1REZnYmPz1I/s1600-h/IMG_9248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUsGaQs9LI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1REZnYmPz1I/s640/IMG_9248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ginseng, Longan, Red dates and Wolfberry Tea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After long hours of shopping, we went to Austin Chase for tea. A big mistake. The cakes were such a huge disappointment. It is nothing compared to Alexis or even Secret Recipe. We should have gone to Alexis instead. Actually we chose Austin Chase because they had this lunch promotion where you get 2 cups of coffee and a piece of cake for RM16+. Sucker for promotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUwIoxzQyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0sRkIENVP0Y/s1600-h/IMG_9258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUwIoxzQyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0sRkIENVP0Y/s640/IMG_9258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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&quot;lemon&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SyUoIlCeQiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/mva7lvw2oPs/s72-c/IMG_9251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2428683918692898824</id><published>2009-12-13T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:59:39.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovey dovey me'/><title type='text'>4 plus 1</title><content type='html'>The feeling never left me&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you&lt;br /&gt;It grows stronger&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear you&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats faster&lt;br /&gt;Every time I kiss you&lt;br /&gt;My mind wanders&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't imagine&lt;br /&gt;If this is going to end&lt;br /&gt;But I know that as long as there's love&lt;br /&gt;There will be you and me&lt;br /&gt;I would hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;And lead you to our future&lt;br /&gt;Would you hold mine too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-2428683918692898824?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2428683918692898824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2428683918692898824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2428683918692898824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2428683918692898824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-plus-1_13.html' title='4 plus 1'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-3752945604026774570</id><published>2009-12-10T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:55:49.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>I always wonder is it me or is there anyone else that has similar fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of letting my legs hang off my bed in case it gets bitten (be it mosquitoes or vampires I'm still afraid). I think the fear begins when I first watched Ju-On. Remember the creepy little kid with white face and really really black eyes who sits by the bedside with his head staring down and when the camera zooms in he would look up? Omg I would die every time I recall that scene. So every night I would make sure the blanket wraps all of me without hanging loose - think cocoon. But the position doesn't last very long as I kick every possible thing off my bed in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ceiling fan hanging above my bed. I have this fear thinking that the fan would spin off the ceiling and chop everything into half. So I will not on my fan to the highest speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this fear of sounds from electronic devices. If a CPU makes very loud noises all of a sudden I will be very afraid. I always have this feeling that it may explode or something. It is not CPU alone - things like cars, air-conditioner, television, washing machine, you name it. So if anything of those making unusual noises, I will switch them off. I remember there was once the air-conditioner in my room was making terrible noises, I slept in the living room on the couch for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-3752945604026774570?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/3752945604026774570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=3752945604026774570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/3752945604026774570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/3752945604026774570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/12/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4882409507241627124</id><published>2009-12-07T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:00:00.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo me'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. [1 Cor 13:7-8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does it?&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;When everyone around you is so full of shit all you have is nothing but yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4882409507241627124?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4882409507241627124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4882409507241627124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4882409507241627124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4882409507241627124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-3914830971229677662</id><published>2009-12-03T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:00:13.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry me'/><title type='text'>Dickhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are not the only one working. I am too. If you think that you are facing some shits at work and I deserve to be punished then think again because I face more shits than you at work. I am the one facing clients all year round. NOT YOU. Learn to deal with it. You have to be grateful that you are doing something that you don't have to deal much with people. If you think you are a people person then think again because when what you do involves dealing with demanding and difficult people every day I think you will not be a people person after a week. So don't fucking come back and tell me you are very stressed when I am equally as stressful as I have targets to meet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you think that you are very exhausted that you have to work from 9-10 for a week or 2 then think again. Because I have worked for more than a year without taking any leave (maybe only 3 times and that was medical) and I have to work OT EVERY FUCKING DAY. You don't have to work on Saturdays but I have to and sometimes even on Sundays too. So don't try to spell out what is exhaustion when I can definitely taste it on my own. Try working OT without getting paid for it all year round while at the same time dealing with difficult people yelling at you all the time. And the best thing is the company will not even recognise you for this as this is purely target based reward system kinda company.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When all you have to face are some idiots from another country for 2 weeks, try facing a bunch of shitty people at work 24/7 and you will know what is hideous. You are very lucky that your colleagues are very nice to you. Perhaps you should come and work in my company where there are politics and backstabbers all the time. You are lucky that you don't have to be a scape goat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes. You may say that I gave you shits but who doesn't? Dare tell me that you didn't. When I was at the most stressful moment. When I was working whole day til late evening meeting clients. I didn't answer your calls. What you did? You fucking yelled at me over the phone and accused me of cheating. What is that shit all about? What about you not answering your calls when I called you? Did I do the same to you? At least I didn't yell at you. At least I have the courtesy to ask if you are still at work. Please be fair to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I am wrong for being a bitch but you are wrong too for being a dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I. Am. Very. Angry. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-3914830971229677662?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/3914830971229677662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=3914830971229677662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/3914830971229677662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/3914830971229677662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/12/dickhead.html' title='Dickhead'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-1572290590619860288</id><published>2009-12-01T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:55:08.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly me'/><title type='text'>Oh so fugly</title><content type='html'>I need help. I am facing serious acne breakout and it scares me. I don't consider it as an occasional breakout because it's been bothering me for a few weeks now. I don't usually get much acne on my face and now they are like infested everywhere especially on the sides of my face, forehead, chin, cheek, nose, EVERYWHERE! I feel ugly now. I think it's stress related due to work but I am not sure either. Am I going through a phase? An ugly one that is. As if I am not ugly enough I also have serious problem of back acne now. It has gone from 2 to 9 on a scale of 10. Kill me now please *waves goodbye to beautiful bareback/off shoulders/strapless/tube dresses for Christmas and parties*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel gazillion times uglier now. HEEEEeeellllllllpppppppppppppppppppppp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-1572290590619860288?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/1572290590619860288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=1572290590619860288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1572290590619860288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1572290590619860288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-so-fugly.html' title='Oh so fugly'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-748873399708682007</id><published>2009-11-28T02:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T03:02:39.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trendy me'/><title type='text'>Exposed zipper</title><content type='html'>I seriously do not get what's the hype all about. What is so fashionable wearing something with exposed zippers? Mind you they are not small in sizes. The are mind bogglingly huge and disturbing to the eyes. Many times, the lining of the zippers are black in colour in contrast to the fabric of the skirts/pants/leggings/dresses/tops - you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried getting myself a pair of these bodycon skirts from Topshop but I just couldn't do it. Don't get me wrong, they look lovely from the front but when you see it from the back it's just disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.trendhunter.com/images/phpthumbnails/17244_1_230.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.trendhunter.com/images/phpthumbnails/17244_1_230.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;photo credit: trendyhunt.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SxAhl2wdwFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BbThLsFtPHE/s1600/image4xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SxAhl2wdwFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BbThLsFtPHE/s320/image4xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408860086709633106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;photo credit: www.asos.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, why is this even a trend?&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/7817574740131405426-748873399708682007?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/748873399708682007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=748873399708682007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/748873399708682007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/748873399708682007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/11/exposed-zipper.html' title='Exposed zipper'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/SxAhl2wdwFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BbThLsFtPHE/s72-c/image4xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8049088438272709459</id><published>2009-11-28T00:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T01:36:40.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring me'/><title type='text'>Boring holiday</title><content type='html'>Somebody got me new laptop charger! Thank you babyboocowmoomoo! I can go online in peace again from today onwards! No more sneaking in to my parents' room stealing the charger from my mom. It's amazing that mom's HP charger works on my Dell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a longggggggggggg weekend break (not very long, just 3 days) due to Haji but here I am at home typing away on my blogspot. Wow...so lively! That's for blowing off my friends' invitation to&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rootz last night and I am just too lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to dress up and go out. But I think I want to go out tomorrow night. Saturday night baby! I hope baby is bringing me out...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's an order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've shopped a lot lately. Not like it's something new. I bought a lot of cocktail dresses that I don't have anything or anywhere to wear them to. I'd made a few wrong purchases that I very much regretted buying. Maybe I should sell them off. Yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/7817574740131405426-8049088438272709459?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8049088438272709459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8049088438272709459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8049088438272709459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8049088438272709459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/11/boring-holiday.html' title='Boring holiday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8722644917963203906</id><published>2009-11-20T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:00:52.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry me'/><title type='text'>Are you cheating on me?</title><content type='html'>Last week was manic as it was the Education UK Fair and all the reps from the UK was pouring in. I was so drained for working 3 weekends consecutively. The Monday after consisted of more appointments and meetings and I just didn't had time for anything else. Work was done and I had to fetched the rep back to one of the hotels in KL. On our way back baby called but I kept rejecting his calls because it was raining heavily and the sky was dark. The calls were nonstop and at a point I just had to answer it so I did - on loud speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you?! Why are you rejecting my calls?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*turned off loud speaker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was embarrassing. The rep heard the first 2 lines. Thank god I turned off the loud speaker soon enough. I was rather mad that he actually thought that I cheated on him. I was so mad I could kill a cow. I won't tell the whole story but we did made up at the end. So I guess it was all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-8722644917963203906?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8722644917963203906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8722644917963203906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8722644917963203906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8722644917963203906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-cheating-on-me.html' title='Are you cheating on me?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2668413275523287154</id><published>2009-10-19T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:01:12.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgusting me'/><title type='text'>The land of dried mangoes</title><content type='html'>Today, baby left for the Philippines again. I was on my way to work when he arrived at the airport. I thought I would call him again before he boards so I had my quick breakfast and decided to call him before my client arrives. He told me he was in the loo and he heard world war 3 at the cubicle beside his. It started with a few push and ended with an atomic bomb. The said man then let out a sigh of relief. Immediately, I lost my appetite for the day (but I still had tom yam later on for lunch). Sometimes I think these are the things that brought us together and made us stayed together - disgusting things that is. I love my bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading a novel yesterday. I stopped at chapter 1 because I don't get why I would bother reading that book. I will try my best to finish the next chapter today because I don't want this to be another case of unfinished business. I remember baby giving me John Grisham and I didn't bother reading past page 3. I feel like a scholar wtf. I wonder how did I managed to read through all the text books back in the days when I was still a student. It's hard to believeeeeee...that I didn't sneezeeeee... *HSM all the way baby!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-2668413275523287154?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2668413275523287154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2668413275523287154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2668413275523287154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2668413275523287154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/10/land-of-dried-mangoes.html' title='The land of dried mangoes'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8967244122066598587</id><published>2009-10-18T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:58:49.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unlucky me'/><title type='text'>Tahi burung and me</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I woke up pretty late for work and I rushed through my make up and everything. It is usually a pretty difficult decision for choosing what to wear for work because a) the place I am sitting at at work is really freezing cold (I usually end up looking like a botak chicken at work. Stupid goosebumps.) b) my closet is a mess (consists of a proper closet and a couch full of clothes. I am just too lazy to organize them into my closet which is also very messy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was throwing my clothes around in my room, I remembered buying a new dress few days ago. Aha! Bagusnya, finally I get to save some time and reach office early-so I thought la cuz I still reached 3 minutes later bodoh. So I was so contented with my little dress and it has a bow at the back! I love bows. Ahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the parking at my office sucks because of the few colleges as well as offices around and it was such a bitch trying to fight my way through the sea of cars every morning. So I usually park further away from my office. It's about 4-5 minutes walk from my office if I walk at a granny's pace la. The parking space is also a bitch because it used to be an old wet market and since it's been demolished, the place is just full with crows. I hate crows. They shit everywhere. As I was walking back to my car, they were all flocking above my head and I was so afraid that they would shit on me, so I hurried my way to the car. I got into the car and thought "Hah! Takde tahi!" Then I drove to the paying booth. I wound down the window and paid. While waiting for the receipt, I saw something flew in through the window. As I looked down, IT WAS BIRD SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!! A big blotch just staring at me!!!! (hello bird shit wtf) Omfg I swear I would have gone hysterical if I wasn't in the car. I was so angry that it's not even funny. How on earth can the bird shit flew into my car and as if it's not bad enough IT GOT ONTO MY NEW DRESS!!!! I was so mad I swear I could kill a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be so unlucky? T__________________T I hate you SS15. I hate you crows. I shall bring a rifle to work on Monday and shoot you bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-8967244122066598587?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8967244122066598587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8967244122066598587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8967244122066598587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8967244122066598587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2009/10/tahi-burung-and-me.html' title='Tahi burung and me'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-7915298978332308691</id><published>2007-10-02T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:25:11.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill</title><content type='html'>Something's wrong with me. I always get this nauseating feeling after meals. It's like I have frogs in my stomach waiting to jump out anytime. I just feel so sick right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those happy days that I've never had in such a long time. Having friends around take things off my mind. Eventhough it was for that little while, I still feel happy. And no KC, I don't strut like a model. I walk like a duck. Quack quack! Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I feel very sick right now. Better go. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-7915298978332308691?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/7915298978332308691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=7915298978332308691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/7915298978332308691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/7915298978332308691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/10/ill.html' title='Ill'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-3916693560594930975</id><published>2007-10-01T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:02:49.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss</title><content type='html'>waking you up for classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late night phone calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your smell on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to uni together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for your classes to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to classes with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disturbing you during Arsenal games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merajuking you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugging you to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your reaction when I playfully slap you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biting you on your arms and ask "pain ah?" just to see the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bite again when you say "you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poking fun of your hairy arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching you sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you rushing me to get ready and simply layan me with "okay la. you look fine la. no need to see yourself in the mirror so many times la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you asking me to sit with you when we watch tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you need to hold me to sleep everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you singing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those skirt covering moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having Tom Yam ramen with you in Jusco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our beef noodles moments together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at your place with you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our long conversations through sms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smell of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you nagging me to read the papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Minda Ceria guy I met and love 6 yrs ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the look on your face when you know the face towel is still in the washer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you always pull my top higher to hide my cleavage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our moments of nothingness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you tried to take off my ring without me noticing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding hands in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resting my head on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choosing what you wear after shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;massaging your neck and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most importantly i miss your presence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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miss'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-478302260809902387</id><published>2007-09-27T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:00:39.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know if the owner of the table is a man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913888377381234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RvvTFN1yIXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7AuZ7KhbXc0/s400/sellingtable.jpg" border="0" /&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;Look at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-478302260809902387?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/478302260809902387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=478302260809902387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/478302260809902387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/478302260809902387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-do-you-know-if-owner-of-table-is.html' title='How do you know if the owner of the table is a man?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RvvTFN1yIXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7AuZ7KhbXc0/s72-c/sellingtable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-7835936516621033920</id><published>2007-09-24T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:06:35.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing</title><content type='html'>Today's class was 2Hs -Horny and Hillarious. The horny bugger (lecturer) decided to keep us awake by giving us doses of his urm....dirty humour. He showed us pictures of roses he found on the net and then everyone noticed something. At the very bottom right corner of the picture of the roses was a book named Karma Sutra. He was praying that someone would notice. Who wouldn't la?! Then he laughed and said "I know you guys must be thinking of the 4P's right now". I was scratching my head. How can a Karma Sutra be related to 4P's (in marketing term it means Price, Product, Promotion, Place)? Then he said "Should be 2P's. Pain and Pleasure." Wtf right? And he showed us this website where you can order flowers online and he was trying to show us this edible underwear in the form of a rose he found on that site 2 weeks ago. And he wanted to show us tv commercials on Viagra too. Definitely a horny bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library has changed! There is another entrance now, without a door. So we won't have to deal with the noisy doors anymore. Yays! But a little dusty inside because there is still some construction thingy goin on nearby. So not a good thing at the moment. And and...the straight road heading to campus is opened for use now but it is still under construction here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and..I'm sleepy. Class at 9 tomorrow. Dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking through those hallways, I dreamt of holding your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-7835936516621033920?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/7835936516621033920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=7835936516621033920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/7835936516621033920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/7835936516621033920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/09/marketing.html' title='Marketing'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2578312130083631778</id><published>2007-09-22T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:27:08.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>It has never been this hard. I spent the day tearing and wondering. And this particular girl said something which immediately stopped the tears from oozing out. It is true that no matter how much I cry, it will still be the same because there's nothing I can do about it. And I was thinking, is this it? No. There's so much more in my life. I'm sorry that I've been acting strange recently. I'm sorry that I ignored you. I'm sorry for being rude. I'm sorry for failing to see how much you all love me. I'm sorry for not realizing that it was all done to make me feel better. I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i was watching channel 76 on astro (I still can't remember what that channel is called eventhough I watch it so often. What a complete loser.) and Anna Nicole Smith was bleh. Why did anyone think she's hot if you rule out the fact that she has big tits? Care to entertain me? And she showed her son nude pictures of her just so he wouldn't look at it elsewhere. Yeah la she meant porn la. But wtf? Wouldn't it be weird if your son wank at your nude pics? And she dare said that her son had all her posters and pictures pasted on his bedroom walls. Wtf?! Celebrity parents have parenting issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-2578312130083631778?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2578312130083631778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2578312130083631778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2578312130083631778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2578312130083631778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/09/rants.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-7121292578003446729</id><published>2007-09-20T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:43:43.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me me me</title><content type='html'>I am very certain that I am indeed a city girl. Growing up in a city, I'm always spoilt with choices. Oh yes, it's about me again (self absorbed bitch I am). From what to eat, where to shop and heck, even which cubicle to pee in wtf (okay la not much choices because we have this f*cking long queue for toilets in shopping malls). Somehow after returning to the uluness of Semenyih, I'm sad to say that it's the life of a tarzan. I really have to thank God and not to forget my Kelvin dearest for saving me from this hell. Hallelujah! Because of you I wouldn't have to stay in Semenyih. Because of you I wouldn't have to worry of what to have for breakfast, lunch, dinner and and and....SUPPER! I wouldn't have to worry of having insects flying about in my room. I wouldn't have to worry about who will clean up my mess. But the only thing that I need to worry bout is WHERE TO PARK MY CAR EVERY MONDAY TO WEDNESDAY MORNING BECAUSE NOTTINGHAM'S PARKING LOT IS A BITCH. Yeah, you heard me. I won't complain because there is no use. I just needed to rant here. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First week of classes and I am already stressed out. So many things to consider. Which optional to take, how's baby doing, how much to study, which topic to choose for assignment, which tutorial classes to go to, where to park, when to call baby, when can't call, and....what to wear (wtf). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh before I forget, Vanessa Hudgen's nipples look really weird. And her boobs are incredibly high on her chest. No wonder it's so easy to see her cleavage in high school musical even without push up bras. All you need is a pair of boobs 10cm from your neck baby! I have better boobs wtf. According to Hui Mann she dropped out of school at the age of 12. Oh yeah, I miss you Hui Mann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right before I stray further away, I am really starting to feel the pinch. I need to be strong and focus. I know I can because I am my mom's daughter. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RvI_uq7RCLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uULZeB5ARjI/s1600-h/baby+i+miss+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112218598048336050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RvI_uq7RCLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uULZeB5ARjI/s200/baby+i+miss+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RvI_uq7RCLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uULZeB5ARjI/s1600-h/baby+i+miss+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/7817574740131405426-7121292578003446729?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/7121292578003446729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=7121292578003446729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/7121292578003446729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/7121292578003446729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-me-me.html' title='Me me me'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RvI_uq7RCLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uULZeB5ARjI/s72-c/baby+i+miss+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4662696729062382519</id><published>2007-09-19T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:02:32.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're gone</title><content type='html'>Last night was dreadful. The entire journey, the goodbyes, the hugs, the kisses, the last touch. As if it wasn't bad enough the radio had to play this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cried&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie&lt;br /&gt;Is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do, reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you&lt;br /&gt;I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, do you know how it feels like to lie in your bed without you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4662696729062382519?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4662696729062382519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4662696729062382519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4662696729062382519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4662696729062382519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-youre-gone.html' title='When you&apos;re gone'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-9039685571236671678</id><published>2007-09-17T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:06:40.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When reality hits</title><content type='html'>It's already past 12am. Counting days - one more to go. I'm gonna miss you my boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-9039685571236671678?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/9039685571236671678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=9039685571236671678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/9039685571236671678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/9039685571236671678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-reality-hits.html' title='When reality hits'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-94930162825007316</id><published>2007-09-15T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:54:13.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 21st birthday</title><content type='html'>The title sounded like some 7 yr old essay topic. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on to the pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I celebrated my birthday with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq192Rg6MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/csGSfPnAjZY/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110096801350871234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq192Rg6MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/csGSfPnAjZY/s320/IMG_1366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the poser bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq2rGRg6NI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_PMya2IE_ps/s1600-h/IMG_1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110097578739951826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq2rGRg6NI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_PMya2IE_ps/s320/IMG_1421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posh restaurant overlooking kl skyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq3dmRg6OI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bJ3NKzaBTJU/s1600-h/IMG_1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110098446323345634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq3dmRg6OI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bJ3NKzaBTJU/s200/IMG_1435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq3pmRg6PI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4C-FZKWPCPc/s1600-h/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110098652481775858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq3pmRg6PI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4C-FZKWPCPc/s200/IMG_1437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some mindless camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back home and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq4qmRg6QI/AAAAAAAAAHU/inxaTa3hs1c/s1600-h/IMG_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110099769173272834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq4qmRg6QI/AAAAAAAAAHU/inxaTa3hs1c/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;did some cake blowing, cutting cum eating sessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;followed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq5kWRg6RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Hft3EZ1qfVc/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110100761310718226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq5kWRg6RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Hft3EZ1qfVc/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me disturbing him watched tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq782Rg6TI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lNaS-6dCLqE/s1600-h/IMG_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110103381240768818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq782Rg6TI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lNaS-6dCLqE/s320/IMG_1488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm officially legal for anything!!!! Muahahhahahha! Suckers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq7bGRg6SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XkQQ3NL83mQ/s1600-h/IMG_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110102801420183842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq7bGRg6SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XkQQ3NL83mQ/s320/IMG_1481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye love!&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/7817574740131405426-94930162825007316?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/94930162825007316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=94930162825007316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/94930162825007316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/94930162825007316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-21st-birthday.html' title='My 21st birthday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ruq192Rg6MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/csGSfPnAjZY/s72-c/IMG_1366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-9093522672260983016</id><published>2007-09-05T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:39:11.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ice kacang was</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Rt5NuazwvkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WcjpJeAJU9g/s1600-h/Bitter+sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106604487350468162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Rt5NuazwvkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WcjpJeAJU9g/s320/Bitter+sweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-9093522672260983016?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/9093522672260983016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=9093522672260983016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/9093522672260983016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/9093522672260983016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/09/ice-kacang-was.html' title='The ice kacang was'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Rt5NuazwvkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WcjpJeAJU9g/s72-c/Bitter+sweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2237015748716480378</id><published>2007-08-29T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:45:53.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation training</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I ended my training programme with x-company (one of the top audit firms). I have always wanted to blog about my experience with them but I hesitated because blogging about work would only mean one thing - career suicide (according to kennysia). But heck, I'm not even a permanent staff of the company why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first joined the company as a vacation trainee, I only had one thing in my mind....I NEED SOMETHING ON MY RESUME. Yeah. That's the sole reason for me to actually work. Btw, speaking of this, I was quite offended when I last chatted with Mei May because according to her, my friends found it quite surprising and shocking for me to actually get a proper job. What now? I can't work? Seriously I take it as an insult. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I thought this could be a wonderful experience as a trainee in a proper firm, whatmore they are one of the top. Boy, was I wrong. First, as a trainee, I worked OT everyday til 10pm, the latest being 11pm. EVERY FUCKING DAY. Yes you heard me. Never did I leave work at 5.30pm as stated in the contract. NEVER. So if I were to sue them I could have won the case. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk bout OT because it doesn't really matter. What bothered me was that as a VT i expected to be guided in a way or two but heck no. I was left to do my job all by myself since day one under minimal supervision. When I made some minor mistakes, all I got was scoldings and accusations. They really expect a trainee to know it all huh? If I were to know what to do I would have be in their positions as senior executives and managers. Do I need to go through all the shits to get training from their company? I don't think so. I guess this issue alone makes the VT programme lost its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the insults and offensive remarks I get everyday from the superiors. "Use your brain" "Where's your common sense?" "Think!" Yeah. If you were to ask me, I would say I have bigger brains that you. Think? When it comes to denial and accusations I think they are the best at it. I hate being accused for something that I did not do whatmore being accused of something that THEY INSTRUCTED WRONGLY. It irks me when people say one thing and does another. In this case, they instructed me one thing and when the upper management found it wrong, they put the blame on other people aka me. Wonderful isn't it? Just because I am a VT. Oh well, I guess someone has to take the blame no? *Akon's Sorry, blame it on me playing in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason for not working for this company is that the system sucks. Oh wait, they have no system at all. I have to report to 3 superiors. And every one of them often gives different instructions which resulted in conflicts and misunderstandings. And me being a VT always being pushed around because the people kept changing their minds and ended up with multiple decisions. This is even more wonderful than having multiple orgasm I tell you. Top firm? My ass. Not to mention I am being treated as a kuli. Heck! Even kulis get better pay okay! No I am not gonna mention my job scope but I deserve higher pay than just that mere RM500. New joiners get RM1500 and above and dare I say they do less. They chit chat more, go to the loo more, go home earlier than I do, tasks are easier to handle, push all the tasks to me and get blame less. Why would a company hire procastinators? I don't know. Don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I really enjoyed working with my fellow colleagues, which I think only 2 of them because I worked closely with them. And the only thing that I'd learned throughout this whole vacation training programme is that it really takes a lot of patience to work in such firm as there are a lot of politics going on in the department itself. There are even medusa and two faced monsters. Sometimes you really have to let it go and just gulp down whatever hatred or discontentment or grudges that you have inside. It really changed my whole perception of the firm. Maybe different firms hold different agendas/systems but I would like to thank them for such pleasant/unpleasant experience. From the bottom of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-2237015748716480378?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2237015748716480378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2237015748716480378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2237015748716480378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2237015748716480378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-training.html' title='Vacation training'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-1858233083953529589</id><published>2007-07-20T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:25:22.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big girls don't cry</title><content type='html'>=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-1858233083953529589?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/1858233083953529589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=1858233083953529589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1858233083953529589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1858233083953529589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='Big girls don&apos;t cry'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-3991653252456697356</id><published>2007-06-17T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:04:10.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again..</title><content type='html'>The feeling is back again. Do I have to endure this every year? So many times I told myself not to think about it and yet it will come to me. Not thinking about it doesn't mean that it won't happen. And thinking about it makes me a sad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long more do we have to do this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-3991653252456697356?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/3991653252456697356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=3991653252456697356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/3991653252456697356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/3991653252456697356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/06/again.html' title='Again..'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4693174357670264014</id><published>2007-06-13T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T03:31:05.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4693174357670264014?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4693174357670264014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4693174357670264014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4693174357670264014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4693174357670264014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-1098353263789186773</id><published>2007-05-25T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:56:24.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he/she said</title><content type='html'>"u are a real fucked up person"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i am. so your point is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-1098353263789186773?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/1098353263789186773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=1098353263789186773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1098353263789186773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1098353263789186773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/05/heshe-said.html' title='he/she said'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-6742096236507030263</id><published>2007-05-25T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T02:51:43.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip</title><content type='html'>Genting was okay but rather boring. Maybe I didn't like Genting that much because I freakin' go there every year. Omg. If anyone mention anything bout genting anymore I swear I would choke and die. Well, everything is so expensive up there even McDonald's is not affordable anymore. McFlurry up there costs RM8 bucks plus tax. Bodoh sial. But that didn't stop us from pigging out. I ate so much that I had to walk to McD in First World to get my supper at 12 something in the morning. Yays!&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;Not so yay-ing after all. Because on the way back, Sally and I were being stalked and followed. Omg so scary okay! There were 5 McD workers. 4 males and 1 female. Just got off worked. So the female went on a bike. And we were walking back to our hotel room with food in our hands. (Oh I bought 1 regular set of Ayam Goreng McD, 1 regular set of Chicken McDeluxe, 6 pieces of McNuggets, and 1 Vanilla Sundae Cone which costed me RM40. So freakin' expensive!). I was munching on my Sundae Cone in the cold and Sally was having her McFlurry (Yes! In the cold!) I was wearing my pyjamas (t-shirt and my abercrombie long pants) and Sally in her jeans and long sleeves shirt. So we were just walkin by the road and we noticed somebody whistling and calling for us. I didn't turn my head to look at them because I don't want to let them know we notice them. Sally freaked out and suggested we should call our boyfriends (who were in the room ahemz..) to get us. And the sound from the bike and their whistling and teasing got louder and louder which freaked Sally even more. Sally wanted to run but I asked her not to because this would make them chase us more. Plus, I think they could have outran us. So scary. And They practically followed us from McD til our hotel, well almost. When we got up the stairs they were gone because they couldn't come up with the bike and all. Almost reaching we found both our boyfriends panting. Awww...They ran from the hotel room to the escalator place (which was quite far from the room) as soon as they got out phone call. Baby was so worried. Haha, I promised I won't go anywhere alone anymore. It was really scary because there were 5 of them and only both of us girl in the dark. Okay pictures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068192681901517666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXWZEn5a2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/pJ7Z7mo_YPI/s200/IMG_0933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sally and Gab&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068193278901971826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXW70n5a3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/gl-cEKhXsOs/s200/IMG_0934.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068194275334384530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXX10n5a5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/m-zeQrdkBqY/s200/IMG_0941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the cable car on the way up. On the right, somebody showing his magic trick for God knows how many times. Omg. And the victim was Indra. Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068193716988636034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXXVUn5a4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/8834LOOzmRc/s200/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally and I in the room. Yeah la it wasn't that cold and I was in my tube top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068194799320394658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXYUUn5a6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/tEO4uqtWZUk/s200/IMG_0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took this view from our room's balcony the next morning when everyone was still getting ready for breakfast. I got up the earliest! Can you believe it?! Oh, I love how the clouds lined up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068195718443396018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXZJ0n5a7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/YsEF_7tBmhE/s200/IMG_0947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Train ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068196233839471554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXZn0n5a8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Vy62Elm5j2s/s200/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My papa beard. Urm.. I don't know but I swear the cotton candy was purple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm lazy to post more pictures. Anyways, sayang and I met this Korean couple when we went on monorail ride and the girl can speak perfect English urm not so perfect but better than I expected. Both of them were really nice. They were asking for places to go in KL and whatnots. I am amazed at how these foreigners would go from one place to another, barely speaking the language, and just explore the places all by themselves. I would like to do that someday. &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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, the trip was quite fun especially watching Shutter (horror film) at 2am in one room with 10 person squeezing together. Indra was so funny, she was calling for Rondy when Rondy went away. HAHA. And she jumped on us when we were trying to sleep cuz Sally and Gab scared her. Omg. I was shocked but it was so funny. And we screamed like gila. Oh, when we were trying to sleep at 4 something in the morning after the horror film, Kelvin, Indra and I heard somebody knocking once on our bathroom door which was closed btw. And it scared the shit out of us. Sally and Gab were sleeping soundly. Bloody hell. And before the horror film started, Indra went back to our room next door to grab some pillows and she said she did locked the door but when sayang and I went back to get something, the door was wide opened! @.@ Okay whatever. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-6742096236507030263?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/6742096236507030263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=6742096236507030263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6742096236507030263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6742096236507030263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/05/genting-trip.html' title='Genting trip'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXWZEn5a2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/pJ7Z7mo_YPI/s72-c/IMG_0933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8090369710646127928</id><published>2007-05-23T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:58:09.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum..</title><content type='html'>I'm in love....soooooooooooooooo in love right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be so sweet? I crave for you. I didn't know I'll be this into you. I know it is bad but I can't help it. I just can't. I need you! I want you! Especially now during the holidays. I just wish I can have more of you. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXQ30n5ayI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cnk0BKoADcM/s1600-h/IMG_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068186613112728354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXQ30n5ayI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cnk0BKoADcM/s320/IMG_0976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXRNUn5azI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eEvR7E1RgVg/s1600-h/IMG_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068186982479915826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXRNUn5azI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eEvR7E1RgVg/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea, I was talkin bout dried mangoes. Omg, I love them! And it was so freakin' expensive for that few pieces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-8090369710646127928?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8090369710646127928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8090369710646127928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8090369710646127928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8090369710646127928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/05/yum.html' title='Yum..'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RlXQ30n5ayI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cnk0BKoADcM/s72-c/IMG_0976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4864478277025755731</id><published>2007-05-20T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T03:50:26.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes love doesn't have to be so physical nor verbal. It all comes from within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Pa, I'm goin to Genting on Monday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"With who?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;s widened and wrinkles formed at the corner of those eyes. He looked angry and fierce for a moment but turned to concerned and worried the next. For a moment I thought he disapproves but then he blurted those words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"My friend told me there was an accident involving a bus today in Genting." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And he continued to look worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, he didn't disapprove it. I know you love me daddy. I love you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4864478277025755731?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4864478277025755731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4864478277025755731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4864478277025755731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4864478277025755731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/05/pa.html' title='Pa'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-7998761370851441721</id><published>2007-05-17T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:50:41.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MV, Bangsar and others</title><content type='html'>Finally exam's over! Yeap you heard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:23;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:28;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:33;"&gt;M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:37;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:44;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:55;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:63;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:57;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:44;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:37;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:32;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:27;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:22;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps for joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala~ Now I can prison break, grey's anatomy, heroes, ugly betty all I want! Wooohoooo! *wiggles ass*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the last paper was the most terrible one and I just couldn't stop myself from being a cry baby. Well oh well, sad things aside. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WENT SHOPPING FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER SO LONG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those sleepless nights for studying last minute cuz I only had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of study break. &lt;strong&gt;YES ONE BLOODY WEEK FOR 6 SUBJECTS!&lt;/strong&gt; Those nights when I slaved myself through huge piles of thick ass books. Those nights of nonstop caffeine consumption eventhough I hated coffee. (I loathe coffee..bleeeuuurrgghhh!!) Those frustrated and stressful nights. And my panda eyes and bad skin, hair, mood days! It was so exhillarating to finally get out of my confinement. I feel so alive man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had enough cash I would have bought the whole cat whiskers, zara, topshop, miss selfridge, gossip, mng, or maybe the whole bangsar and midvalley back. Gosh, I really missed shopping. I used to eat sleep breathe shopping. But somehow it's weird because I don't seem to know how to shop anymore. All I did was just browsing through the racks full of clothes and sighed. YEAH! I let out &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;siggghhhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;siggghhhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; looking at those things that I would usually grab to the fitting room/fight with other people to get my hands on them. Maybe I didn't have enough cash with me that's why. No, I am not a bimbo. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with Mei Wen and Mei May brought me back to the good ol' days back in highschool. Yea, I missed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BBGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nope, not SBU but &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I missed the gallery, our "old place", our moral class, our art class in the canteen block (I still remember I was so afraid of the teacher *shudders*), our choral speaking practices, how we would bring each other's house down during sports day, our water balloon throwing sessions on the last day of school, our endless presentations with urm...our Science teacher back in Form 1 and 2. She was so fierce. I forgot her name. Puan Noraini ah? She made us did those Folio Sains and presentations. And Stephanie made me got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PUNISHED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by her cuz she was talkin to me in the lab during presentation. I was so angry and humiliated. I wasn't talking! Grrrrrrrr...Anyways, yea I missed those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are all so different now aren't we? Oh yeah, Mei Wen agreed to wear like lap sap poh but she was so dressed up which made me even more lap sap standing beside her. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EHH HEELS AREN'T LAP SAP OKAY. AND YOUR JEANS, BAG, PONCHO, EARRINGS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sui Mei Wen. Change surname la you! Rawr! Anyways, somebody was late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Note to self: Don't be early when going out with Mei Wen and don't dress down. AHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the story. Mei May! You lost weight! Oh god and she's so soft spoken already. I think I am the noisiest already. Okay I must train myself to shut up from now on. Rawr!! I think it's a mission impossible. I talk too much and too loud! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Piccolo Mondo = broke. Okay la, I'd only paid RM27 for my pasta and it wasn't as good as last time but the shrimps were so fresh and juiceeeyyyyyy!! Me like! I had the Aglio Olio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Rkto-0n5awI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8663szwxGvE/s1600-h/IMG_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065257634395417346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Rkto-0n5awI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8663szwxGvE/s400/IMG_0903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There were so many shrimps! Not just one but MANY! Baby will love this =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our food to come we were yakking and yakking and yakking away while giggling and doing stupid gestures. People there constantly turned their heads and looked at us. I guess we talked too loud. Haha. Then we went shopping and saw Yheng Mun and Shen-Myin with the bf in MNG. They went to MV right after exam. Haha. On a totally unrelated note, Ronald texted me saying we got quite a good grade for IF's coursework. I was so happy! Passing rate is definitely higher right now. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mei May had to leave early. Mei Wen and I did the unthinkable. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE WENT TO BANGSAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, we were both deprived what to do. Then we walked the whole Bangsar. Well, almost. Fun hanging out with you girls. We're so gonna do it again right? But with more people! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I click publish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RktsF0n5axI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sd_kMkgOqEY/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065261053189384978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RktsF0n5axI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sd_kMkgOqEY/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinkin' of you. I miss you dearly. Can't wait til Saturday *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-7998761370851441721?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/7998761370851441721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=7998761370851441721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/7998761370851441721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/7998761370851441721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/05/mv-bangsar-and-others.html' title='MV, Bangsar and others'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Rkto-0n5awI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8663szwxGvE/s72-c/IMG_0903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-6718889584206080336</id><published>2007-05-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:56:26.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.30pm on the way home from uni after Marketing paper.&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne's Why was playing loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was singing away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Played back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sang again and tears just flowed down my cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Took out shades and continue singing with tears in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea why but that just happened. Marketing paper? No. Couldn't be. I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...on a totally unrelated note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkM_qmY8XzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/udD7wVt_AR8/s1600-h/IMG_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062960407186792242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkM_qmY8XzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/udD7wVt_AR8/s320/IMG_0825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isn't this the cutest thing ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-6718889584206080336?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/6718889584206080336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=6718889584206080336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6718889584206080336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6718889584206080336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/05/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkM_qmY8XzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/udD7wVt_AR8/s72-c/IMG_0825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2943884525996287613</id><published>2007-05-10T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:14:12.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home 'sweet' home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062872003874938498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkLvQ2Y8XoI/AAAAAAAAADU/vCHryeEjo7s/s200/DSC00960.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062871707522195058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkLu_mY8XnI/AAAAAAAAADM/8ksWwYOLZj0/s200/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lookin' busy.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkL4UmY8XvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cRkskLcYD90/s1600-h/IMG_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062881963904098034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkL4UmY8XvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cRkskLcYD90/s200/IMG_0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkL5G2Y8XwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-nrO5YlCsps/s1600-h/IMG_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062882827192524546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkL5G2Y8XwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-nrO5YlCsps/s200/IMG_0837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But looks can be deceiving...Look at what the buggers were doing in the library!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkL7LmY8XxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qxhRoOJ2iec/s1600-h/IMG_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062885107820158738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkL7LmY8XxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qxhRoOJ2iec/s200/IMG_0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkL9XWY8XyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/M5P1jidoWuw/s1600-h/IMG_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062887508706877218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkL9XWY8XyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/M5P1jidoWuw/s200/IMG_0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The studious ones. Sally is on the left. Yeah la I looked like I was sleeping but I was actually studying leh. This is how I study at home too but instead, on the bed. This explains why I always fall asleep studying. Who on earth study on the bed lying flat on the stomach?!! Me lor T.T (ehh..why the caption so damn long wan?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh. I was uploading the last picture of me studying right...it wouldn't load. Then I waited for VERY VERY LONG. Kept waiting..waiting and waiting. The stupid picture just wouldn't come out. Nvm wait some more..and this is what I got..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"We're sorry, but we were unable to complete your request. The following Errors were found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;blogID : Required field must not be blank"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HARLOW?! I know la I don't usually study except for when I can smell dooms day plus I didn't do so well last semester and please even if I didn't do so well I still passed* okay so don't look down on me wtf! (must read all in one breath okay!) But when I wanna post a pic of me studying please let me! Blogger hates me too T.T I spent most of my time in that cold shitty place called library. Home 'sweet' home indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh...3 down 3 more to go!!! Go go Nicole! (it kinda rhymes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah la I didn't pass finance. hehehehehehe.&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/7817574740131405426-2943884525996287613?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2943884525996287613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2943884525996287613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2943884525996287613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2943884525996287613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home &apos;sweet&apos; home'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RkLvQ2Y8XoI/AAAAAAAAADU/vCHryeEjo7s/s72-c/DSC00960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4586012370557331695</id><published>2007-05-09T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T02:56:52.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>What would it be if you didn't leave HELP? Things will be different that's for sure. Maybe you will be in Aussie now laughing your ass off with Alvin. Maybe we'll be chatting over Skype and "dating" over the webbie. Or maybe not. Maybe we will long for each other's touch, kiss and most of all presence. Maybe we will only meet after a few months' or even a year's time. Maybe we weren't together anymore. Sometimes I wonder how things will turn out and where will it take us if you weren't here with me. Maybe you'll be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for making you leave HELP. At least I think I did. But baby, I'm glad that you're still here with me and I still long for you every single day. I love you! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4586012370557331695?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4586012370557331695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4586012370557331695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4586012370557331695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4586012370557331695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-5448081473991432981</id><published>2007-05-08T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T02:35:32.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down 4 more to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Rj9dfGY8XmI/AAAAAAAAADE/5ie15gD-6i4/s1600-h/z4369753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061867295060287074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Rj9dfGY8XmI/AAAAAAAAADE/5ie15gD-6i4/s400/z4369753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few days are gonna be so hectic!! OMP was fine but AED was shit. Oh well! What's done is done. I am studying for marketing but I am so distracted right now. Yeah la!! I am sleepy! And the bed never looked as tempting before *yawns* I need to finish 2 chapters before I can go to bed. Marketing is this Thursday! *ho humm*&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;Oh something embarrassing happened on Friday before AED. I was texting Alicia while walking out of the library and Indra was talking to me. So I looked at her and *bam* I ran into the barricade near the librarian counter. It was so embarrassing and &lt;strike&gt;I almost fell&lt;/strike&gt; sayang saved me from falling. And I scratched my newly painted toe nail (I painted them black). It was so painful la T.T&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt. Don't sms when you're walking and talking at the same time. Just don't multitask when you're not supposed to la. Damn barricades! If I cut my toe and I cannot walk anymore then it's your fault! -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-5448081473991432981?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/5448081473991432981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=5448081473991432981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/5448081473991432981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/5448081473991432981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/05/2-down-4-more-to-go.html' title='2 down 4 more to go!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Rj9dfGY8XmI/AAAAAAAAADE/5ie15gD-6i4/s72-c/z4369753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4843492597073774761</id><published>2007-05-03T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:55:24.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In battle mode...</title><content type='html'>Life's "great". Sleeping at 6 in the morning makes everything great. Waking up just in time to see the sun sets is even greater. Slaving away in front of those thick pile of notes makes everything larger than life. Life's good. Oh...my right eye was swollen and mom bought me eye drops so the swell has gone down a bit (don't worry I am still beautiful. hahahahahha). I just hope it'll be okay by tomorrow because I have to sit for AED paper!!! Damn...I'm no where near completing my revision. The battle has just begun! *ho hum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's fight....Muahahhahahhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*must be the caffeine...sighhh..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4843492597073774761?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4843492597073774761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4843492597073774761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4843492597073774761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4843492597073774761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-battle-mode.html' title='In battle mode...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4420374506095907165</id><published>2007-05-01T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:27:16.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMP is fun to read</title><content type='html'>I was studying OMP and I saw this case study. Too funny to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memorandum to all staff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From: the Board of Management&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject: Retirement policy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of the reduction of money budgeting for departmental areas, we are forced to cut down on the number of our personnel. Under the plan, older employees will be asked to go on early retirement, thus permitting the retention of younger people who represent our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those being required to retire early may appeal to upper management. To make this possible there will be a &lt;strong&gt;Survey of Capabilities of Retired Early Workers (SCREW)&lt;/strong&gt;. The appeal process will be known as &lt;strong&gt;SHAFT (Scream to Higher Authority Following Termination)&lt;/strong&gt;. Under the terms of the new policy employees may be early retired once, &lt;strong&gt;SCREWED&lt;/strong&gt; twice and &lt;strong&gt;SHAFTED&lt;/strong&gt; as many times as the company deems appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the employee follows the above procedures, he or she will be entitled to &lt;strong&gt;HERPES (Half Earnings for Retired Personnel's Early Severance)&lt;/strong&gt;. As &lt;strong&gt;HERPES&lt;/strong&gt; is considered a benefit plan, any employee who has received &lt;strong&gt;HERPES&lt;/strong&gt; will no long be &lt;strong&gt;SCREWED&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;SHAFTED&lt;/strong&gt; by the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management wishes to reassure the younger employees who remain on board, that the company will continue to see that they are well trained through our &lt;strong&gt;Special High Intensity Training&lt;/strong&gt; known as &lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;. The company takes pride in the amount of &lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/strong&gt; our employees receive. We have given our employees more &lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/strong&gt; than any other company in the area. If any employees feels he or she does not receive enough &lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/strong&gt; on the job, see your immediate supervisor. Your supervisor is specially trained to make sure that you receive all the &lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/strong&gt; you can stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg...I cannot believe I just typed all that out. Haha. It's so funny yet relevant. Now I know why Dr. Thomas likes this author. Haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4420374506095907165?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4420374506095907165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4420374506095907165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4420374506095907165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4420374506095907165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/05/omp-is-fun-to-read.html' title='OMP is fun to read'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8982411226121315712</id><published>2007-05-01T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:54:36.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislikes</title><content type='html'>Dislikes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Having the word "fine" or "whatever" as a reply (it is very rude..to me it is. tell me this and i will shut up on you forever. yes i don't care who or what are you.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Disappointment&lt;br /&gt;3. Smelly people (yes, sometimes my nose does the thinking)&lt;br /&gt;4. People who brag too much...wayyyyyyyy to much&lt;br /&gt;5. Control freak (but I am one myself)&lt;br /&gt;6. Durians (I hate hate hate hate the smell)&lt;br /&gt;7. Being nagged/lectured/scolded/yelled at/criticised/talked about (mind your own business)&lt;br /&gt;8. Mosquitoes (somehow they love me)&lt;br /&gt;9. Waiting for something/someone (sick of it)&lt;br /&gt;10. Exams (who doesn't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-8982411226121315712?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8982411226121315712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8982411226121315712&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8982411226121315712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8982411226121315712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/05/dislikes.html' title='Dislikes'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-6197202876336926512</id><published>2007-04-30T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T02:30:29.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"What the fuck is up with April? Is it just me, or in the last few weeks has there not been a TON of posts about girls unhappy in their relationships? Frankly, I've been feeling it too. My boyfriend and I have been having some problems recently, and while we are working them out, and it is going well, I can't help but think - why are so many girls hurting right now? Is it the rainy weather? The fact that university semesters are almost/are over? Or is it just a weird coincidence?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken from bunny_tsukino on LJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah..I felt it too because I had one of the worst days early April. But everything's good right now. Right???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of April, today marks the last day of April which means somebody no longer is the king anymore! Hahahahaha! Man, I'm evil *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, i changed the background of my desktop. I feel so gloomy everytime I on my laptop now. Life's a bitch. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058918830076354130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RjTj32Y8XlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YDPHnlUjJLc/s400/My+current+desktop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-6197202876336926512?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/6197202876336926512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=6197202876336926512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6197202876336926512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6197202876336926512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RjTj32Y8XlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YDPHnlUjJLc/s72-c/My+current+desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-9006078304458536135</id><published>2007-04-29T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T19:48:28.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't really let go..&lt;br /&gt;Should I? Maybe I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;How would people see me as a person then?&lt;br /&gt;People judge.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will be judged differently for what I will be doing.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;But I really want to....for a change.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be really comfortable with it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm......&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;Should I cut my hair? I need it for a change. Maybe during the holidays. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-9006078304458536135?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/9006078304458536135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=9006078304458536135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/9006078304458536135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/9006078304458536135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8083120088943920782</id><published>2007-04-27T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T02:11:12.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>Waited for the whole day and this is what I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-8083120088943920782?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8083120088943920782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8083120088943920782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8083120088943920782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8083120088943920782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4736332790719832681</id><published>2007-04-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:52:36.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maslow my ass</title><content type='html'>Camped in the library for almost half a day yesterday. Yes, 3-9 pm. We are THAT crazy. Somehow I am so tired of "studying". Not being able to concentrate is another thing. Management is driving me nuts. Why are management subjects so plain annoying? First, you learned bout a management theory in Semester One and only found out that you are learning a new theory to prove it wrong in Semester Two? Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so Maslow was saying you have to satisfy your basic needs to achieve higher needs according to the hierarchy of needs. Bullshit la. We get motivated according to our own priorities. Everyone has different priorities, therefore, different sets of needs. We don't get motivated according to a fixed sets of needs =S This is what I think personally. Says who you have to satisfy your physiology and safety needs before achieving social, exteem and self-actualisation needs? I can achieve all at the same time can't I? Urggghhh!! Screw OB la. I am just so frustrated right now. When you are all confortable with something, you just feel so reluctant to change and adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get too educational, I snapped a lot of pictures yesterday in the library and outside. Will post them up when I have the time. Might spend another day in the library tomorrow, if bi wants to go. I am exhausted - physically and mentally. Even coffee doesn't help. I need love.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4736332790719832681?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4736332790719832681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4736332790719832681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4736332790719832681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4736332790719832681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/maslow-my-ass.html' title='Maslow my ass'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-1270452937013874463</id><published>2007-04-26T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T01:30:02.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>Hoping and wishing..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things happen when you hope less.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that it happened =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-1270452937013874463?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/1270452937013874463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=1270452937013874463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1270452937013874463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1270452937013874463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4873059612178682038</id><published>2007-04-25T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T03:58:09.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...Babo!!</title><content type='html'>Today was the most unproductive day ever! I slept for like...I lost count but it felt like forever. Now my back, throat, head, urm....neck hurt. I only did 4 pages! What is this?! I promised never to sit next to that someone in the library ever again. Haha!! Stop tempting me with mobile games la!! Exams dei.. You want me to die is it?! Oh I love my tamagotchi. I named it Babo (I don't know why la don't ask me!!) Oh..I forgot to feed my lovely pet and I don't know what it is but I heard it changes colour as it grows! Yes yes, turn mine rainbow please. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5U86K2WCI/AAAAAAAAABc/YoU_ZJ_aqJc/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057072836967290914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5U86K2WCI/AAAAAAAAABc/YoU_ZJ_aqJc/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeng jeng jeng!!! Tamagotchi people!!! On my mobile!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5WAaK2WDI/AAAAAAAAABk/bEGafY5hVcw/s1600-h/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057073996608460850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5WAaK2WDI/AAAAAAAAABk/bEGafY5hVcw/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's begin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5WxqK2WEI/AAAAAAAAABs/I5PUvU2nJAM/s1600-h/IMG_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057074842717018178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5WxqK2WEI/AAAAAAAAABs/I5PUvU2nJAM/s320/IMG_0806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby babo..-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5brqK2WGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U1UujYmtpwg/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057080237195941986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5brqK2WGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U1UujYmtpwg/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zero discipline (like me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5cZ6K2WHI/AAAAAAAAACE/fzY-BbemNBI/s1600-h/IMG_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057081031764891762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5cZ6K2WHI/AAAAAAAAACE/fzY-BbemNBI/s320/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See see!! Its name is really Babo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5dcaK2WII/AAAAAAAAACM/w3alGtuXaCU/s1600-h/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057082174226192514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5dcaK2WII/AAAAAAAAACM/w3alGtuXaCU/s320/IMG_0805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After I fed him he gave me shit. What the....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5eaaK2WJI/AAAAAAAAACU/bEBfM-qorpY/s1600-h/IMG_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057083239378081938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5eaaK2WJI/AAAAAAAAACU/bEBfM-qorpY/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then....he turned into this! I thought he died T.T Why not rainbow colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5er6K2WKI/AAAAAAAAACc/atTLwkbRl8E/s1600-h/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057083540025792674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5er6K2WKI/AAAAAAAAACc/atTLwkbRl8E/s320/untitled1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And he fell sick just like me but I gave him medicine and he recovered faster than me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5fBaK2WLI/AAAAAAAAACk/SvkhkfzHOzY/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057083909392980146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5fBaK2WLI/AAAAAAAAACk/SvkhkfzHOzY/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good night Babo..*pecks forehead wtf*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay..my turn to sleep now. Long day awaits tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4873059612178682038?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4873059612178682038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4873059612178682038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4873059612178682038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4873059612178682038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/introducingbabo.html' title='Introducing...Babo!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ri5U86K2WCI/AAAAAAAAABc/YoU_ZJ_aqJc/s72-c/IMG_0801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8613736145339283994</id><published>2007-04-23T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:25:53.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to you</title><content type='html'>Are you gonna leave me again?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I thought so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohh....My fingers can be used as an eraser. You see la what happened to my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RiyiiKK2V-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/a3oTVG2fwrg/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056595189359335394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RiyiiKK2V-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/a3oTVG2fwrg/s320/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notice anything wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Riyi6qK2V_I/AAAAAAAAABE/ZZ8o98Hmasw/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056595610266130418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Riyi6qK2V_I/AAAAAAAAABE/ZZ8o98Hmasw/s320/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!!!! The keyboard is eating up my E!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RiyjlaK2WAI/AAAAAAAAABM/9ggCQAiYP3Q/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056596344705538050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RiyjlaK2WAI/AAAAAAAAABM/9ggCQAiYP3Q/s320/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My A got swallowed T.T My new laptop dei. Sudah mati dei. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What caused this?!!!! Maybe I need to use gloves when I type. Hohoho. Like fishmonger. I thought of drawing the alphabets myself using liquidpaper. Haha. Can ah you think? But my hand not steady la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-8613736145339283994?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8613736145339283994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8613736145339283994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8613736145339283994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8613736145339283994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/goodbye-to-you.html' title='Goodbye to you'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RiyiiKK2V-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/a3oTVG2fwrg/s72-c/DSC00958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2203770680718548251</id><published>2007-04-23T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:11:18.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick + Stressed = Psycho</title><content type='html'>Sometimes all I need are friends who could just stop telling lies for a day. This is all I am asking for. I've been dealing with selfish people for God knows how long and I thought things will be different in uni. So wrong. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOHHHHHHH...I'm finally sick! After so long! I am not a weak person at all but this time, Nottingham killed me. Yeah la I am very stressed right now. Gonna explode anytime. Come disturb me la I will fart wan. Will I pass with flying colours this time? I need to. I have to!!! I cannot afford to risk my 30%!! People pray for me okay! I wanna get first class honours. Haha. (yeah dream on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thought of you today..(but you merajuk. eat shit la you!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-2203770680718548251?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2203770680718548251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2203770680718548251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2203770680718548251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2203770680718548251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/sick-stressed-psycho.html' title='Sick + Stressed = Psycho'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8429296464827929774</id><published>2007-04-22T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T03:04:54.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syok sendiri</title><content type='html'>I've been sneezing the whole day since last night. Somebody must have been thinking of me a lot. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't study much. 10 pages in 2 days. I am such a champion la. And I have the time to camwhore. What to do. I looked into the mirror and saw a huge thing right in the middle of my face. Of course I didn't believe my own eyes. So I went for the camera. And I found out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055957451140388802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ripeg6K2V8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dnzO5w7WQQM/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have pointy nose (quite la..) Not clear? Nvm see next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055958314428815314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RipfTKK2V9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/2as4861wNl8/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ignore the eyes and others. Just focus at the nose la. Quite high right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muahahaha! I don't have a flat nose! Sayang!! Our babies must have my nose okay?!!! *syok sendiri*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay back to AED. *dreadful* Will blog bout Good Charlotte tomorrow.&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/7817574740131405426-8429296464827929774?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8429296464827929774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8429296464827929774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8429296464827929774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8429296464827929774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/syok-sendiri.html' title='Syok sendiri'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Ripeg6K2V8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dnzO5w7WQQM/s72-c/IMG_0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-730482288210452279</id><published>2007-04-20T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:47:18.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After A While&lt;br /&gt;by Veronica A. Shoffstall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;the subtle difference between&lt;br /&gt;holding a hand and chaining a soul&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;that love doesn't mean leaning&lt;br /&gt;and company doesn't always mean security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to learn&lt;br /&gt;that kisses aren't contracts&lt;br /&gt;and presents aren't promises&lt;br /&gt;and you begin to accept your defeats&lt;br /&gt;with your head up and your eyes ahead&lt;br /&gt;with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you learn&lt;br /&gt;to build all your roads on today&lt;br /&gt;because tomorrow's ground is&lt;br /&gt;too uncertain for plans&lt;br /&gt;and futures have a way of falling down&lt;br /&gt;in mid-flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;that even sunshine burns&lt;br /&gt;if you get too much&lt;br /&gt;so you plant your own garden&lt;br /&gt;and decorate your own soul&lt;br /&gt;instead of waiting for someone&lt;br /&gt;to bring you flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that you really can endure&lt;br /&gt;you really are strong&lt;br /&gt;you really do have worth&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;with every goodbye, you learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so, i learn...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-730482288210452279?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/730482288210452279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=730482288210452279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/730482288210452279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/730482288210452279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-while.html' title='After A While'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-9020496027662332409</id><published>2007-04-20T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:04:43.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it isn't so</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Riid-qK2V7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ovv79DtlgIo/s1600-h/T40412210704160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055464281520625586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Riid-qK2V7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ovv79DtlgIo/s400/T40412210704160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it isn't so&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart feel this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it isn't so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then why things have to be so obvious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it isn't so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I fear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it isn't so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are those coincidence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say it isn't so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I will have many more sleepless nights to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-9020496027662332409?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/9020496027662332409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=9020496027662332409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/9020496027662332409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/9020496027662332409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/say-it-isnt-so.html' title='Say it isn&apos;t so'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/Riid-qK2V7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ovv79DtlgIo/s72-c/T40412210704160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4275180480836958753</id><published>2007-04-20T04:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T04:21:38.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgotten</title><content type='html'>he forgot to say "love you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4275180480836958753?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4275180480836958753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4275180480836958753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4275180480836958753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4275180480836958753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/forgotten.html' title='forgotten'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-271972120506393973</id><published>2007-04-20T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T04:18:05.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Realm</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055228848593328002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RifH2qK2V4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Lr4mfFCwFQQ/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The only "decent" picture of us of that night. Hahaha! Yeah I looked like crap in all of them. So no pics. Boooo!! I look terrible with flash on la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055230025414367122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RifI7KK2V5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Zzr5PglNoFo/s320/IMG_0673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shino and I. Finally a decent picture of me. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055230862932989858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RifJr6K2V6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/auoDjTTz3OA/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;If you ask me the dinner was bleh because I was bored and I almost fell asleep waiting for the food. The food was so so and I thought the first dish was grass =S Looks like it. HAHA! Look at the greens. Urgghhh! I liked the mushroom and abalone though. And I thought the black stuff were vinegar but it tasted like oyster sauce. Yeah. Horrigible. Bodoh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh...I love my dress! I think it's so simple and elegant. But I had no make up on except for eyeliner and a bit of eye shadow. My hair was a disaster because I didn't bother to do anything to it. Whatever. Not my wedding also. But I still look gorgeous la right right right??!! Perasan gila. Okay otak jam now. I wanna sleep. Ciaoz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: Didn't go for after party because we had CIMA Conference the next day at 8am in the morning. Crazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-271972120506393973?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/271972120506393973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=271972120506393973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/271972120506393973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/271972120506393973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/twilight-realm.html' title='Twilight Realm'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2jLNeksovU/RifH2qK2V4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Lr4mfFCwFQQ/s72-c/IMG_0680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-114109849143302730</id><published>2007-04-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:46:19.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>Happy happy. I'm done with assignment! But it's time to study for exams. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;Semester 2 is ending soon which means I will be graduating soon. A little sad. But holidays!! Omg! 4 months!! Babi la. I don't know what I will do for the whole 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was great though it started out rocky. Didn't really enjoy as much as the previous one. Got a bit sad towards the end for some reasons. I'm beginning to love going to concerts. I'm going to the Good Charlotte's one on Saturday in Bukit Jalil. Free tickets from Chintan! Looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I slept til 4pm today. When I got up, my eyes were so red as if I cried in my sleep. So scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: wanted to post pictures but photobucket is screwed so no pictures. booooooooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-114109849143302730?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/114109849143302730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=114109849143302730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/114109849143302730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/114109849143302730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-1631782393788100972</id><published>2007-04-15T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:07:45.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>Made a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Became heartless.&lt;br /&gt;Swamped with guilt and regret.&lt;br /&gt;In hopes of dreaming that everything would be like it was before.&lt;br /&gt;Only that it is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Worse day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-1631782393788100972?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/1631782393788100972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=1631782393788100972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1631782393788100972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/1631782393788100972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2436179720284790334</id><published>2007-04-12T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T02:19:58.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>mixed feelings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-2436179720284790334?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2436179720284790334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2436179720284790334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2436179720284790334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2436179720284790334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-3880722547493736878</id><published>2007-04-06T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:11:34.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sohainya aku</title><content type='html'>hari ini aku bangun awal dan lepak sepanjang hari. indahnya. akan tetapi hatiku berasa tidak selesa. entah kenapa. mungkin aku terlalu banyak berfikir. oh! dia tidak membalas sms aku. mungkin dia tidak senang. tidak apalah. eh. ada orang rindu aku. kelakarnya. akan tetapi mengapa aku tidak berasa gembira? mungkin dia bukan orang itu jadi aku tidak peduli. aduh, kenapalah aku menaip dalam bahasa melayu? aku sudah lama tidak berbahasa ini jadi memang teruk sikit. takpelah kan? bukannya ada orang baca. sohai betul la. aku hanya menangis sedikit sahaja hari ini. mungkin besok tidak akan lagi. hari hari pun sohai. aku sangat the sohai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh maria!!! tetiba saja aku terasa nak jerit itu ohhhh maria!! kenapa kan itu movie perfume tidak dipanggil minyak wangi? instead, dipanggil kisah seorang pembunuh. wahahahhaa. randomnya aku ni. kan dah gila. ohhhhh!!! aku harus continue kat aku punya assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucky bm. hahahaha. i don't even know wtf i was saying. too bored. what to do la what to do!! okay i wanna go melabur...ehh i mean melabur some idea to my assignment. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-3880722547493736878?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/3880722547493736878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-1295455179662834667</id><published>2007-04-06T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:16:21.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do all good things come to an end</title><content type='html'>looking at you looking at me&lt;br /&gt;searching for the truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i know what's left of us&lt;br /&gt;find myself so lost&lt;br /&gt;i don't recorgnise anymore&lt;br /&gt;the person now that you claim to be&lt;br /&gt;the way our path has crossed&lt;br /&gt;but i guess we're drifting away&lt;br /&gt;from each other&lt;br /&gt;come back to me&lt;br /&gt;make me whole again&lt;br /&gt;and i will make you happy&lt;br /&gt;i can feel your high&lt;br /&gt;but not when you're with me&lt;br /&gt;come back to me&lt;br /&gt;things will be different&lt;br /&gt;i promise&lt;br /&gt;let me be the one to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;let me be the one to share laughter with&lt;br /&gt;let me be the one to say i love you to&lt;br /&gt;let me love you&lt;br /&gt;do not walk away&lt;br /&gt;are we too far gone for me to save?&lt;br /&gt;and i never thought that we'd come to this&lt;br /&gt;lost count of the reasons to cry&lt;br /&gt;honestly&lt;br /&gt;what is it gonna be&lt;br /&gt;why do all good things come to an end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-1295455179662834667?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/1295455179662834667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=1295455179662834667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>*points to the title* OMG I'M SO FUNNY!!! HAHAHAHA *dies*&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so full right now. Went to Talipon for dinner and guess what. WE ATE THE WHOLE RESTAURANT! Okay la not that serious but we almost did. We were there for 2 hours. 2 hours of pure eating session *dies* Talk about losing weight for annual dinner la. Oh I haven't gotten myself a dress and shoes for the dinner. Too broke and no time. Busy busy busy me! Somebody's birthday coming soon, dinner coming soon, assignment handing in soon, exams coming soon! Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody saw something in Talipon. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! I'd written 2 sentences on my essay for today. Such a big achievement! *feels proud* I really need some time off from the laptop. Been spending too much time here til my otak jam and I think I am going blind (in case I go blind I need people to help me get dressed and stuff every morning because I don't wanna be an ugly blind girl. yeah la I wanna maintain cannot meh? wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this but to you who only come to me when you need me or bored. I am so sick of you. I am nobody's fool but my own. So don't you *tooting* treat me like a toilet seat. You don't come to me only when you need me. I won't *tooting* layan you next time. Hello and goodbye. Moron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-5855215217579899630?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/5855215217579899630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=5855215217579899630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/5855215217579899630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/5855215217579899630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/04/talipon-ing-without-talipon.html' title='Talipon-ing without the talipon.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2421247430838086723</id><published>2007-03-25T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T02:36:49.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>I am sorry for hurting you. I am hurt too. I don't know what to say really. Is it wrong to make friends? I really don't know what to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-2421247430838086723?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2421247430838086723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2421247430838086723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2421247430838086723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2421247430838086723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/03/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4499441404009266864</id><published>2007-03-24T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:12:13.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clumsy</title><content type='html'>I cut my upper lip when I was eating a piece of cake out of the aluminium foil. I'm so clumsy and it's so painful T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4499441404009266864?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4499441404009266864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4499441404009266864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4499441404009266864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4499441404009266864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/03/clumsy.html' title='Clumsy'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-2188295674862387537</id><published>2007-03-23T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:30:04.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit</title><content type='html'>Girl: Why you can go and I can't? Why you're always the one who's leaving and I'm always the one who's left behind?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: It's because I can't stand waking up everyday knowing you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Then what about me? Why are you so selfish?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Because I know you're strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. It's just some lame excuses that people give when they wanna leave. All bulls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-2188295674862387537?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/2188295674862387537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=2188295674862387537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2188295674862387537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/2188295674862387537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/03/bullshit.html' title='Bullshit'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-7250757686870562892</id><published>2007-03-23T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T03:12:31.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sife Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>Sife fashion show was a total let down. I didn't get to dance. I didn't get to drink. I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SEE THE FASHION SHOW. Okay la. Half of it maybe. And we got shoo-ed out after that and didn't get to go back in because 2 of our friends weren't allowed to go in. Underage shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got fed up and went to Bintang Walk for sisha instead. My first time and it felt weird. Most prolly will be my last time. Went to Steven's Corner for supper or was it dinner? Hmmm. Dinner I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody got angry for something which I don't know what. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-7250757686870562892?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/7250757686870562892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=7250757686870562892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/7250757686870562892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/7250757686870562892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/03/sife-fashion-show.html' title='Sife Fashion Show'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-3624104743089508361</id><published>2007-03-22T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T02:48:00.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car wash</title><content type='html'>Funny shit. Today I had my car being washed by the SA executives. I couldn't resist because Chintan, Matt, and Gerard cornered me in SA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*was chit chatting with Sarah while waiting for Alicia to come out from toilet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard: Hey, wanna have your car washed?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't think so. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard: Does Kelvin has a car?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope not today.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard: Come la wash. It's for the annual dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Matt came over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Wanna have your car washed? *speaks through the pembesar suara*&lt;br /&gt;Me: No thanks *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*here comes Chintan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chintan: Wanna have your car washed?&lt;br /&gt;Gerard: She refused.&lt;br /&gt;Chintan: Why are you refusing? It's for charity *in his accent*&lt;br /&gt;Gerard &amp;amp; Matt: Yeah it's for the annual dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How much is it? RM10 onwards right?&lt;br /&gt;Chintan: What car you driving?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Myvi. It's a small car.&lt;br /&gt;Chintan: Then probably RM10. You wanna get your car washed yea?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah I'll do it for charity then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*then Chintan and I went to get my car*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. But since they'd been so supportive of our charity concert then it's time for me to at least repay their kindness. Haha. And it costed me RM14 wei. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video of them *ahems* playing with water and my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTjSlUoWyk0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTjSlUoWyk0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf it took me forever to upload it to youtube. Yeah I was giggling all the way with Alicia and in the end Chintan was trying to get us wet as well. So much for paying RM14. They don't even wipe it dry for me. Only external cleaning and the interior is very much the same. ROTTEN! I tell you, if you ride in my car you should really see the state of it inside. So dirty! I need a personal car washer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the car washed Matt was speaking Mandarin to me through the pembesar suara wtf. He can speak better than me! Oh Chintan just found out through Gerard that I'm Kelvin's gf. He was like "you and Kelvin are goin out?" Haha. And Gerard complimented saying the charity concert was a success and he will tell Paul bout it because he was being quite *coughs*pessimistic*coughs* bout it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-3624104743089508361?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/3624104743089508361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=3624104743089508361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/3624104743089508361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/3624104743089508361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/03/car-wash.html' title='Car wash'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-4905425607629711900</id><published>2007-03-22T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T02:19:28.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn</title><content type='html'>I am afraid of you. Afraid of how you will react upon me telling you things. Afraid of the arguments that we will have. Afraid of having my heart being broken everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I am dumb or you are unreasonable. Sometimes things are easier said than done. Most of the time the soft side overcome the better part of me. It's hard to say no when people are so persistent. This is something I must but have yet to learn. Maybe you are right but I am not wrong either. Yes, it's been quite some time since we argue bout my insecurities and yet, we still find ways to argue about something else. It's so unnecessary ain't it? I know what is wrong and what is right. And I know you cared from the way you reacted. Just don't rush things. Life is about learning and we will spend our lifetime trying to figure out stuff. So let this be a lesson for me to learn and remember nobody can learn something overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that you will understand me more sometimes. And make me understand you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-4905425607629711900?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/4905425607629711900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=4905425607629711900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4905425607629711900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/4905425607629711900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/03/learn.html' title='Learn'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-8313080808902162522</id><published>2007-03-19T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:30:10.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tai Zhi Cafe</title><content type='html'>This is so shockalingam. I am blogging in a cafe in Connaught with Alicia sitting opposite me and her friend beside us. Supposed to do assignment but I am procrastinating again (yeah la Kan Kel Vin shuddup la. I will do it after this. Haha.) Never been to this place before and I'm so jakun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I saw the person I stalk on blog just now. She was sitting the table next to us. She's so so so so skinny. The world is small. Smaller than my boobs wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...China is staring at me now. So scary. Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-8313080808902162522?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/8313080808902162522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=8313080808902162522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8313080808902162522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/8313080808902162522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/03/tai-zhi-cafe.html' title='Tai Zhi Cafe'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-6523558909258110021</id><published>2007-03-18T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:57:18.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to speak</title><content type='html'>I wanna learn how to speak like a Brit. The accent is so sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-6523558909258110021?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/6523558909258110021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=6523558909258110021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6523558909258110021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6523558909258110021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wanna-learn-how-to-speak-like-brit.html' title='Learning to speak'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-456496220329954021</id><published>2007-03-18T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:32:41.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to KL</title><content type='html'>Somebody got a haircut. No it's not me. I wonder what I'll look like with shorter hair. Maybe I gotta grow more hair because I am losing a lot now. *stress* I think I'm balding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh back to the haircut. Yes! My baby is so hot now *feels proud* (yeah la cannot be proud issit now). We went to KL on Friday to get his hair cut. I waited for 45 minutes like an idiot. Hair was flying everywhere and I think I ate some *blleeuurrgghh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame I don't have the pictures of him with me now. It's been such a long time since I last snapped a picture. Ahhh I miss those cam-whoring days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the haircut, we took Loke Yew to get back to Imbi. We parked quite far and somebody kept vain-ing in the car. Your hair is nice la! *rolls eyes* Then we walked to the clinic. Holymotherofcows! So many people waiting! Got myself registered and the nurse asked me to come back in 3 hours time! WTH WTH WTH!!! 3 HOURS! Nvm la. Walked all the way to Fruity Stall and ate like pigs. Mango loh was too sweet for my liking though. We were sitting down there like idiots cuz it was raining and there's no way for us to walk back to the clinic. In the end, we just ran back to the clinic while it was still drizzling (my hair turned ugly after that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we opened the door, it was still packed with people. Thank god la it's almost my turn. Doctor said nothing much could be done. *heart breaks* Oh then right the stupid nurse was so rude cuz I couldn't hear her calling my name to collect the medicine. When I went to her she was like 'Why call so many times don't know how to come wan?!' Eh! I pay you okay. So stop complaining and show me faces. But I said my sorry cuz I am raised with manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we went to timesquare! When we reached sayang asked me to grab my sweater cuz I will catch a cold in the cinema. I thought we have no time for movie! Wahahahaha!! Movie movie! It's been so long. We watched 300! Banyak nice. SPARTANSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! PREPARE YOUR BREAKFAST! And eat it hearty because TONIGHT WE'LL DINE IN HELL! Wtf. I love this movie. But before that we went to get present for aunty. We got her an aquamarine pendant with small diamonds and huge aquamarine stone. It's her birthday stone. We didn't get the necklace though. Kinda broke and the pendant itself costed a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm typing this Nelly Furtado is on MTV. She's so hot. So gorgeous la! I wanna have her deep set eyes and also her skin her hair her nose. She's so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I got too carried away..Dinner in Kenny Rogers sucked. Nando's is wayyyyyyyy better. Even the mashed potato sucked. Tasted like baby food. Could be worse since I've never tasted baby food before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I slow or what? I just realised we have labels for posts. But I don't know what should this post be categorised as. Whatever la kan? Okay la. Time for assignment and 20 mins from now gonna watch Falcon Beach! Loving the theme song Beautiful Blue by Holly McNarland. So soothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-456496220329954021?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/456496220329954021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=456496220329954021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/456496220329954021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/456496220329954021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/03/trip-to-kl.html' title='Trip to KL'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-6358679346419971909</id><published>2007-03-15T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:06:45.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless</title><content type='html'>Yays! Guess what.&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;I missed class again!!! Yeah la. I got up late. At 9am to be precise. My class was at 9am and I got up at 9am. I did nothing in uni today cuz the Organising and Managing in Practice lecture was postponed. Got to know from gwmail that Thomas' car broke down and yada yada yada. Yea, so besides group meeting I did nothing in uni today! Didn't look for Mr. Lee Chew Ging. Been trying to talk to him for the past 2 weeks but still couldn't get him in his room. Forgotten to sign up for Managing in Asia tutorial cuz I FORGOT! Where was my brain *sob sob* Didn't study cuz was too busy minding people's businesses. Yeah la. Was helping Syed with his Entertainment Officer's Manifesto. Didn't do much in the end. Missed 3 lectures this week T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I was very happy because I just felt happy. Weeeeeeeeeee!! Yea, I was happy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-6358679346419971909?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/6358679346419971909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=6358679346419971909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6358679346419971909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/6358679346419971909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/03/jobless.html' title='Jobless'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7817574740131405426.post-3280309695783859203</id><published>2007-03-14T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:51:24.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song For Life Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Thomas says "Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, thrice is a pattern."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd skipped a lot of classes this semester. I made a vow not to miss any classes and study accordingly, preferably everyday. Look at what happened now. I am missing classes 3 weeks in a row and I rant bout how I have no time for assignment and studies whereas I only have 2 days of classes. So much time to kill so little will power to start on anything. I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I am enjoying uni right now compared to what I had back in college. Now is indeed way better but to my dismay I am graduating next year. So soon! No I don't wanna work so soon. The career event in uni is scaring the hell outta me. Interviews, assessments, recruitment screening tests. @.@ Just hire me and sack me if you dislike me la! Why wanna torture me with those screening shits! Don't think I am applying for any internship this year. I don't even have my resume done. I need it done professionally but I don't know how *beams*. Yes, you heard me. Who is angelic enough to do it for me? Preferably sit for the interviews also la so I won't have to go through nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on a totally unrelated note, I had one whole slice of salmon all by myself for supper. So fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so I was saying..I need my resume done! I am kinda interested in working for Accenture, BAT or KPMG. But entering BAT would be difficult because I have to go through 4 screening tests leh. And I wouldn't like smelling tobacco everyday. Did I say that I dislike smokers? Yeah I dislike them eventhough my father smokes. Quit it already! Grrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. Potong stim la. I have to log off now cuz I have Indonesia (assignment) waiting for me. Bye love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I miss having meeting every Tuesday at 5pm and the feeling of eager anticipation of the concert. I wanna have another one! Maybe I have to anticipate for the next one if that's gonna happen. Please make it happen before I graduate *prays*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7817574740131405426-3280309695783859203?l=september-eighth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/feeds/3280309695783859203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7817574740131405426&amp;postID=3280309695783859203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/3280309695783859203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7817574740131405426/posts/default/3280309695783859203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://september-eighth.blogspot.com/2007/03/song-for-life-aftermath.html' title='Song For Life Aftermath'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12749318136262855243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/niczz__/may07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
